"But... this was unavoidable."
Morgan spoke softly. "Even if Shirou was extremely unfaithful and secretly got close to other girls behind my back, all I could do was accept it—
because my relationship with Shirou was never equal from the very beginning."
"That's not true—"
Shirou was just about to loudly refute her when she pressed a finger against his lips.
"That's how it is." Morgan spoke softly.
"Shirou has given me far too much, but I have nothing with which to repay you.
Shirou, you gave up your own wish for my sake.
All these years, you've always accommodated me. No matter how unreasonable my demands were, you always found a way to fulfill them.
In the end—you even truly realized my dream—
so no matter what you do, I have no right to feel jealous."
"..."
This was the first time Shirou had learned that Morgan had always harbored a sense of inferiority in front of him.
Had she simply hidden it too well?
Or had he really gone too far, just as she said?
"Besides, I also did something to you that can't be undone."
"What do you mean, something that can't be undone?" Shirou frowned.
Morgan hesitated for a moment before putting on a playful expression.
"Because I was afraid you'd hate me, I kept it hidden and never told you.
But you're about to die... It should be fine to confess it to the King now, right?"
Shirou clicked his tongue. "Ugh, that's awful... So what is it?"
Morgan stroked his forehead and said, "You were cursed."
"Cursed? Did you do it, Morgan?"
"No... not 'me.' Rather, not 'the me right now.'"
"Sorry, I completely don't understand what you're saying."
"Not understanding is exactly right."
Morgan pouted resentfully. "In any case—
when you entered this