"Want to amplify the Holy Sword's power even further?"
In the distant past, back when Phantasmal Beasts and fairies still lived on the island of Britain.
In a lush garden, a young red-haired King was speaking with his Queen Consort.
"So this is the Holy Sword the fairies of the lake gave you... Tch, that Merlin actually kept it from me... No, never mind."
The girl, who was both Queen Consort and the strongest witch, lowered her gaze to the Golden Sword her husband had presented.
"It has been given thirteen restraints... My husband, was this also your request?"
"No, it was already like this when I got it. Morgan, can you help me undo these seals?"
"...Hmm."
"Can't you?"
"H-How could I not?"
Morgan's face flushed red.
"Who do you think I am? I am your wife, the Fae Consort of Britain! There is nothing in this world I cannot do!"
The young man clapped enthusiastically. "As expected of you, Morgan."
"Ugh...!"
The Fae Consort bit her lip.
She had accidentally boasted in front of her beloved husband.
Yet even the witch who had reached the ultimate limits of magecraft could not undo the thirteen seals placed upon the Holy Sword.
Doing so would be tantamount to declaring war on the world itself—the planet.
So how could she further increase the Holy Sword's firepower without being corrected by the world?
"..."
The girl noticed that her husband was watching her with an expectant, admiring gaze.
Ah... What an adorable expression. My heart is about to melt... No, no, no!
This is no time to be distracted by love! Think! Morgan!
What do I usually do?
When my firepower isn't enough, how do I make up for the output...? That's it!
"Ahem."
The Fae Consort pretended to clear her throat.