Chapter 840

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Morgan let out a quiet sigh. “My plan really won’t be that easy to carry out…”

Her plan. Her ambition.

As a witch, she intended to mold Shirou into her ideal king—

The tyrant who was said to have once united the faerie kingdom of Britain.

Though his peaceful life in Proper Human History had dulled his former edge, the witch believed Shirou could still become the man he had once been.

In fact, there had already been several moments when she had caught glimpses of that side of him.

If anyone can do it, I can…

So thought the Morgan of Proper Human History.

That man whom even the lawless faeries feared—I will bring him back.

My other self in the Lostbelt… I will prove it to you.

Such was the plan the Witch of Britain had settled on.

Part of it stemmed from her rivalry with her other self. She was also becoming increasingly invested in Shirou himself.

The first thing she needed to change was his long-standing tendency to be overly considerate toward women.

That gentlemanly attitude of treating women with kindness, just like the Knights of the Round Table…

What a joke. The mere thought made Morgan sick. She could not allow Shirou to continue down that misguided path…!

Shirou was meant to become a king who stood above both her and Artoria.

Whether goddess or witch, a king ought to accept their service without hesitation.

“Shirou, let me ask you something,” the faerie consort said. “What do you think Artoria likes about you?”

Shirou blinked and answered earnestly, “Isn’t it my face?”

“Not a chance.” Morgan rolled her eyes coldly. “Have a little self-awareness.”

“So it isn’t… But you don’t