Chapter 860
Although Shirou looked confused for a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind and took her hand in return.
"Yes, please guide me... Sister Morgan."
He seemed to realize that he was going to be taken care of.
Morgan was momentarily stunned by his awkward choice of words, then couldn't help but laugh.
"Heh... I don't intend to be your older sister. Just call me Morgan, Shirou."
"Ah... um, thank you, Morgan."
The boy stood up, hand in hand with the girl.
He must have felt a little relieved.
Although Shirou still looked listless when he stood up, he was much better than when Morgan first met him.
"However, there are some things I must make clear first. I am disliked by fairies for a certain reason, and depending on the situation, I might even be attacked."
"Was it because you saved me?"
"That kind of thing is not worth mentioning."
Morgan said, "This is a time when a once-in-a-century calamity could occur at any moment."
I will do everything in my power to protect you, but there are limits...
Therefore, I will teach you the methods of Magecraft and combat.
"... I will try my best."
Shirou nodded in response without hesitation.
Morgan liked Shirou for readily accepting her words, but was also worried about his excessive frankness.
"Never mind, I'll teach him this part later, "Morgan said, starting to pack up the tent.
"Let's go then!"
And so, Morgan and Shirou embarked on their journey.
The Paradise Fae and their companions, who share the same goal—creating a place to live—began a long pilgrimage.
"I actually... fell asleep in a place like this."
Morgan rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself.
She had just fallen asleep on Shirou's coffin and dreamt about the past.
Although I've dreamt of our time together countless times since that person left, this dream was exceptionally vivid.
What exactly happened?
It was almost like some kind of resonance.
Although he didn't quite understand it, Morgan didn't feel bad about it; on the contrary, he felt like he had made a profit.
Young Shirou was so cute...
No wonder you're the bad boy who made me fall into witchhood, haha.
With a faint smile, Morgan placed the gifts and Azaka he had brought at the grave.
Although it took a little longer, it's about time to begin.
She removed her crown and veil, and clasped her hands together in front of her chest.
Offering sacrifices—this is a practice not found in fairy society.
Fairies have Root different ways of existing and different views on life and death from humans.
Therefore, no matter how much fairies imitate humans, they cannot understand the logic behind the act of "sending thoughts to the dead".
But the Queen can understand.
Not just because she is a fairy from paradise.
More importantly, she truly lost the person she loved most, someone more important than anything else in the world.
"Shirou..."
Morgan gazed at the tombstone and murmured something.
"I will continue to work hard from now on... so please bless me and protect our country."
After saying that, she left the cemetery.
"...!"
As soon as Morgan stepped out of the barrier, his chest suddenly skipped a beat.
As Queen, she has ruled this country with absolute authority for over two thousand years.
The entire territory of Britain was under Morgan's Magecraft surveillance.
So when a micro -Spacetime Quake occurred over the sea tens of kilometers away, she noticed it immediately.
Visitors from a foreign land, twenty centuries later—
No way...
What was originally just an omen of unknown origin has now transformed into a vague sense of certainty.
My heart started racing, and my breathing became rapid.
The Queen parted her lips slightly, staring in that direction in astonishment.
She possessed neither the keen senses of the Fang Clan nor the foresight of the Mirror Clan.
But at this moment, Morgan seemed to understand—
Who is it that is approaching me and this country?
Impossible...
How is this possible...?
Why, now that things have come to this...
Morgan's reason told her that this was impossible.
The dead cannot be brought back to life.
The departed king cannot return; that is merely a foolish legend in Pan-Human History.
However, her heart was pounding wildly, as if telling her that a miracle was about to happen.
"..."
The Queen of Winter trembled as she slowly reached her hand into the void.
She grasped the black staff, connecting herself to the circuit of the jade throne.
"If it really were you, you would never die from something like this... right?"
A pure white light pierced the sky, carrying with it an energy capable of destroying everything as it hurtled forward.
The Fae Queen mercilessly unleashed an unending divine punishment upon the visitor.
A few seconds later--
The torrent of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad burned through the southern sky.
This strike is enough to evaporate any calamity, enough to annihilate any external enemy.
But Morgan knew that if it really was him, he would definitely be able to stop him.
The magical effects from that foreign land remain intact.
At the critical moment, the seven petals that unfolded like a dome blocked the Queen of Winter's attack.
Now it's confirmed.
Morgan covered her mouth and tears streamed down her face.
"You're really back... Shirou."
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Volume 11: Chapter 508 A Reunion After 2000 Years
Camelot, the capital.
This is the residence of Morgan, the Queen who has ruled the Fae Kingdom for two thousand years.
After climbing the stairs for a full hour, Shirou and the Fae Knight Gawain finally arrived at the throne room at the very top.
It was a spacious and solemn space.
The overall color scheme is predominantly cool, and the blue-purple light reflected on the ceiling is reminiscent of lake water.
Apart from the seashell-shaped jade pedestal placed in the center, there are not many curved shapes here, giving the whole room a solemn and dignified impression.
Below the throne were the officials and clan chiefs of the Fae Kingdom who had been waiting for a long time, all standing in a straight line, as if clearing the way for the throne.
As soon as Shirou and Gawain stepped into the hall, they heard the knights on either side speak.
"Kneel down and offer tribute."
"Worship, submit."
"Let the six clan chiefs, thirty ambassadors, and one hundred officials gathered here bow their heads."
"The king who expanded his territory, the king who established the Fae Kingdom."
"This is before Her Majesty Queen Morgan, this is the sacred word of Her Majesty Queen Morgan."
"Keep this in mind."
"This is Queen Majesty's grace, this is Queen Majesty's pardon."
Amidst the knight's exaggerated announcement, the Fae Queen appeared on the throne opposite Shirou and the others.
Her appearance, adorned with Spinel crown and a jet-black gown, was both beautiful and solemn, yet cruel and ruthless. The mere presence of the Queen caused the temperature in the hall to plummet by several degrees.
Although Shirou had seen that form before due to the arrangements made by the Pan-Human History. Morgan, this was the first time he had seen the person in person.
"..."
Their eyes met.
The moment Shirou and the Queen on the throne locked eyes, it felt like a lifetime had passed.
No, in fact, it might have been a century.
From his encounter with Morgan to her death, a flood of memories filled Shirou's mind, forcibly playing a replay of events.
Shirou continued to confirm his memories while observing the Queen of the Fae Kingdom.
Gorgeous and dazzling long silver hair.
Beneath the veil draped from the black crown lay a breathtakingly beautiful face, with azure eyes the same color as her lips that seemed to draw one in.
Although it might seem idiotic to bring this up now, but...
She really is Morgan...
It's none other than my witch.
"..."
The Queen on the throne also trembled, just like Shirou.
Her eyes widened, and she stared intently at Shirou.
Compared to the emotions Shirou expressed, her emotions also contained a strong sense of shock and impact.
That's for sure.
Because when they parted ways, they both looked like they were 17 or 18 years old.
Now, neither of them are teenagers anymore.