Chapter 845

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...He was a little thirsty.

Although he had stopped to drink some water along the way, given the intensity of the battle, no amount of replenishment seemed enough.

As Shirou was thinking this, someone beside him offered him a glass of water.

“Oh, thank you...”

He gulped down the water, then turned toward the person beside him. His eyes widened.

“M-Miss Morgan?!”

Shirou gave a start and nearly choked.

The person who had handed him the water was none other than the witch of Britain from Proper Human History.

“Weren’t you knocked unconscious...? How did you get here?”

They were inside the Tower at the End of the World, in the sacred city of Camelot—the domain ruled by the goddess Rhongomyniad.

Could Morgan come and go freely? Was Camelot’s security really that bad?

The Fairy Consort sat down gracefully, her displeasure plain beneath her black veil.

Shirou scratched his cheek awkwardly.

Morgan glanced at her younger sister, who was still resting beside him, and curled her lips into an amused smile.

She reached toward the unresisting Lion King and idly toyed with her golden hair, winding a strand around her fingertip before letting it slip free. Her eyes shone with mischievous delight.

“...Don’t be so hard on Artoria.”

Since the Lion King could not answer for herself, Shirou spoke up in her defense.

“You certainly have become important, Shirou,” the Fairy Consort said acidly. “Until a little while ago, you listened to everything I said. Have I lost my value already?”

Shirou blinked as he listened to the witch grumble.

They had only been apart for a short while. Why had Morgan become so hostile?

“Miss Morgan, are you in a bad mood?”

“...What?!”

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