Chapter 448

Years of fighting, coupled with the final battle with Crimson Moon, had exhausted his last bit of strength.

Even if we can barely control these "Rainbow" level Mystic Eyes now, it's hard to say what they will become in a few years.

In fact, Shirou had only had his Mystic Eyes transplanted for two minutes when he started feeling dizzy.

What was reflected in the boy's mind through the eyes of the Moon King was a world stained as red as blood.

This is the world that Crimson Moon Brunestud saw, floating and swaying like a mirage, its reality and illusion uncertain.

Is this world really that fragile?

Everything was so fragile, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

The blood-red visual field pressed down on Shirou's nerves, making him feel dizzy.

Can Crimson Moon, who has been living in this kind of world all this time, still maintain her rationality?

Shirou suddenly hallucinated and saw Morgan's body, who was speaking to him, begin to dissolve.

"Should we remove it?" he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I feel a little bad for Crimson Moon, but I'm sorry... I want to spend a few more years with my two lovely wives!

Morgan rested his delicate chin on his hand, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

"It's no use, it's too late."

"Crimson Moon's Mage Eye" have already corrupted your mind; even if your eyeballs are destroyed, you will still be able to see.

Fae Consort gently placed her fingers on Shirou's eyelids.

"It's not difficult to prevent the Mystic Eyes from interfering with daily life; just change the focus."

"Change the focus?"

Shirou seemed to understand what she meant.

Morgan said, "That's right, try not to focus on things."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Following Fae Consort's instructions, Shirou shifted the focus of his gaze.

It did have an effect; the crimson color that had been obscuring the field of vision faded slightly.

"That's good, I'm almost back to normal, although my head still feels a bit uncomfortable."

Shirou muttered, "I just can't see Morgan's face clearly."

"!!!"

The Fae Consort's eyes widened.

"W-what's wrong?"

Shirou suddenly sensed a murderous aura.

Morgan frowned slightly, her face showing displeasure.

The fact that her beloved husband could no longer see her face clearly at every moment was something the Fae Consort could not tolerate.

"What a pity... it didn't work out after all, it failed, my husband."

"Huh? It didn't fail?"

"... Shh."

Morgan pressed a finger to Shirou's lips and reconsidered her strategy.

A few seconds passed.

Since "changing the focus" doesn't work, let's "switch the world" on a physical level.

Morgan said happily.

I don't know what method she's come up with this time, but Shirou can only obediently accept her control.

"Seriously... isn't this too close? I'm not mentally prepared!"

Morgan lifted the black veil, then cupped Shirou's face in her hands and pressed her forehead against his.

"Listen to me quietly, my husband."

"Crimson Moon's Mage Eye"... These eyes contain the vast majority of the world's Mystic Eyes (colors).

However, the "Fae Eyes" are not Mystic Eyes, but rather the innate vision of fairies that allows them to "switch between worlds".

The eyes possessed by high-ranking fairies are renowned for their ability to see through all lies and reflect the truth.

For fairies, kindness and malice are in the same category, so this ability has no special significance.

However, once humans, who are easily swayed by good and evil, acquire such eyes, it will almost certainly not end well.

But if it's Shirou, it should be fine, right?

Shirou and Morgan were forehead to forehead, exchanging breaths at extremely close range, completely distracted.

"Next, you will use those eyes to mimic the function of my 'Fae Eyes'."

"Huh? Is that even possible?"

"Ordinary people certainly can't do it, but you can. Shirou has always possessed extraordinary observational abilities."

Your extraordinary Projection Magic and Enhancement Magic are not simply due to Magecraft talent, but also stem from your insight.

You don't just see things superficially; you can capture their inner essence... You probably haven't even realized it yourself, have you?

Shirou: "..."

Morgan: "If you can copy Magic Crest with just a glance, then copying my 'Fae Eyes' isn't impossible either."

That's really asking the impossible.

But I was very happy to be praised by Morgan.

Give it a try.

Shirou nodded, his expression solemn as he met Morgan's eyes.

Those jewel-like "Fae Eyes" are so beautiful no matter how many times I look at them... I really want to lick them...

"Why is your breathing suddenly erratic, my husband?" Morgan frowned slightly.

"It's so noisy! I'm finally getting into the zone!"

Shirou cleared his mind of distractions and tensed his nerves.

Identify and create concepts.

Define the basic framework.

Replicating the material composition.

Imitation manufacturing techniques.

Share your growth experiences.

Reproduce the accumulated years and months.

Surpassing and completing numerous projects

"Ughhhhhh!"

The red-haired boy was thrown backward as if he had been electrocuted by a high voltage.

"Shirou!"

Morgan shouted anxiously and helped her husband, who was lying on the ground, to his feet.

When Shirou opened his eyes again--

The original crimson eyes had disappeared, replaced by a pair of Kohaku eyes.

These eyes are the very "fakes" that Rita Roseanne, the master of the Rail Zeppelin, spoke of, which were corrupted from the "genuine."

A replica of the Fae Eyes, based on "Crimson Moon's Mage Eye" --

"The Boundless Mage's Eye" is now complete.

"It's a success."

Morgan let out a long sigh, then buried her face in Shirou's chest.

He lowered his head, and the deep red bloodstains that had previously filled his vision had disappeared.

Now, Shirou can clearly see Morgan's beautiful face and long silver hair.

Shirou looked towards the Britain Isles and said, "Alright, Morgan."

We should probably head back now; if we stay any longer, Guinevere and the others will worry.

If you want to get intimate, well... tonight is also possible...

However, Fae Consort, who had buried her face in Shirou's chest, shook her head.

What's wrong?

For some reason, Morgan exuded an inexplicable aura of sadness.

Shirou had no choice but to gently stroke Fae Consort's hair.

"How adorable, Morgan."

"..."

Morgan, unusually, did not argue back and quietly accepted the caresses.

Several minutes passed, and the two remained in this position, Morgan nestled in Shirou's arms.

It wouldn't be so bad to let time stand still at this moment...

As Shirou was thinking this, Morgan looked up.

"... Did you cry, Morgan?"

Shirou was taken aback; Fae Consort had tears in the corners of her eyes.

He instinctively wanted to wipe away her tears, but his hand was grabbed halfway through.

My husband... it's time to wake up from this dream.

"?"

Shirou frowned. "What are you talking about, Morgan?"

Next, we'll return to Camelot to receive the people's victory parade...

Morgan shook his head. "You really have forgotten."

No, even if you've forgotten, how could you not see the flaws in this world that even I can see?

You probably deliberately chose to forget, so you could continue spending time with me.

"What are you talking about, Morgan?"

The red-haired boy laughed, but the Fae Consort remained solemn.

"Shirou —this world isn't really real."

"Varied..."

Shirou's expression froze.

A sound of something shattering came from deep within my brain.

I can't think about this anymore, my subconscious tells me, but—

Morgan coldly revealed the truth. "Remember now?"

This is a dream you created by falling into the Mystic Eyes of a vampire, a world created by your deepest consciousness.

Everything that has happened so far is merely a "replay" of what you have already experienced.

This is not "reality," but "memory."

"Wait... wait a minute...!"

Shirou felt short of breath and grabbed Morgan's shoulder with great resentment.