Morgan Flies Into a Rage (Fourth Update) / Galahad's Wish Turns Out to Be... (Fifth Update)

Morgan Flies into a Rage from Embarrassment

"See? See? I told you she couldn't lift it."

"If she can lift it, I'll livestream doing that with that."

Though none of the Knights of the Round Table had actually said anything, that did not stop Morgan from imagining it all. In her mind, the Knights of the Round Table behind her were pointing at her, mocking her for overestimating herself, saying that at her age, she still wanted to chase young men.

Her expression darkened slightly, and she began calculating the odds of killing everyone present except Arthur to silence them.

"Lady Morgan..."

Watching this unfold, Arthur understood that Morgan le Fay was throwing another tantrum.

On one hand, he sighed inwardly. She has such a grown daughter already, yet she still throws tantrums like a little girl. Who is she putting on a show for? Tsundere types aren't popular these days. On the other hand, he stepped forward. "Please lend us your aid, Lady Morgan. I will remember this favor." He had to stop Morgan from going berserk and beating her up again.

That would hurt their relationship too much.

Unlike trash like Merlin, Morgan le Fay was someone Arthur had chosen for an important position. He needed to soothe her and consider her feelings. If negotiations broke down and he beat her up, it would take a great deal of time and effort to placate her afterward.

"..."

Only then did Morgan snort again. Reluctantly, she drew her wand and aimed it at the Holy Grail. Seeing this, the Knights of the Round Table became alert once more. Some even wanted to step forward and stop Morgan, lest she destroy the Holy Grail in a fit of embarrassed rage.

Although they had great faith in this divine treasure, what if? If she actually succeeded, they would have nowhere to cry about it.

Fortunately, she did not.

As an ominous black aura appeared and magical power gathered and surged, what formed at the tip of the wand was not a fireball, lightning, or any other magical attack.

Instead, amid the exclamations of the Knights of the Round Table, the Holy Grail trembled faintly on its own. Even knights who were not particularly sensitive to magical power could feel a terrifying force slowly flowing out of the Holy Grail. Then it took shape in Morgan's hand, gradually forming a phantom resembling the Holy Grail itself.

"So, I thought about it," Arthur explained with a smile to the stunned Knights of the Round Table around him.

"What we need is not the Holy Grail itself, but its magical power, isn't it? So rather than moving the Holy Grail to Britannia, wouldn't directly extracting the True Aether within it accomplish our plan just as well?"

"..."

"That actually sounds reasonable..."

"But something still feels off."

"Still, if that works, then the plan counts as a success. As expected of Your Highness, your mind is incredible."

The Knights of the Round Table discussed it among themselves, feeling a trace of anticipation for the future. Even the looks they gave Morgan le Fay were no longer as hostile as before—

If this truly succeeded, all of Britannia would owe Morgan an enormous debt.

Except... the one who ultimately saved Britannia would not be King Arthur, but Morgan?

Just imagining that scene made every Knight of the Round Table present feel deeply uncomfortable.

However.

"!"

A few minutes later.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, the transfer abruptly cut off with a snap. A force shoved Morgan backward, causing her to fall uncontrollably into Arthur's arms.

"How did it go?"

"..."

"It failed."

Before she could enjoy Arthur's embrace, Morgan le Fay could only answer gloomily when he asked.

"A force drove me out."

"At least you weren't hurt."

Arthur's assessment made Morgan le Fay's heart warm.

Compared to the plan failing, this child cares more about my safety. Ah, this child really is madly in love with me. He has reached the point where he cannot live without me. Ah, ah, hehehe.

Of course, that was not the case.

Arthur's concern for her was not merely the usual routine of a bishonen deceiving women. More importantly, it was because of her value.

Morgan le Fay was a very important tool in Arthur's plan. He had to ensure her safety. Otherwise, finding and seducing another backup would be too troublesome.

"Then, this magical power..."

Arthur only spoke half a sentence, but Morgan understood what he meant.

She nodded without changing her expression. She did not speak, but Arthur understood her meaning as well. It was enough—although she had only seized a small portion of the Holy Grail's magical power, it was already enough to drive the ritual Artorius had been hoping for, the ritual to alter Fate.

The plan has moved another step forward, Arthur thought. At the same time, Galahad's feelings grew increasingly complicated as he looked at the Holy Grail.

After Morgan failed, he opened his mouth, preparing to step forward and lift the Holy Grail. At the same time, Morgan pulled Arthur toward a corner some distance away. She lightly waved her wand, seemingly casting some spell that isolated the movement of sound waves around them.

"This Holy Grail... may have a problem."

"You mean it's fake?"

"No, but... it's hard to describe."

Morgan hesitated.

After touching that seemingly solemn and sacred holy relic, Morgan le Fay sensed a trace of malice and darkness hidden behind its radiance.

That malice and darkness were not directed at her, so they had not activated.

That was probably why she had been able to touch the Holy Grail and survive afterward.

As for the target of the Holy Grail's malice and the trap attached to it...

"It's you, or Artoria."

"You are the greatest 'anomalies' of this era."

When she said this, Morgan le Fay's tone became awkward again, as though she felt she had brought shame upon the Pendragon family once more and lowered the family average.

"If you could be killed in such a laughable way, even the Counter Force would probably laugh out loud." Her tone was somewhat strange. "Of course, someone as scheming as you would never fall for it. The only one who would fall for it is my foolish little sister." She gave a soft snort. "So you've already prepared for this, haven't you?"

"..."

"Can you do it again?"

Arthur continued asking, "Extract another portion?"

"Impossible."

"Then what about destroying it?" Arthur continued. "Destroy it, hide it, or get rid of it somehow. Can you do that, Morgan?"

"Unfortunately, I can't do that either."

"I see. Then let's wait a little longer."

Arthur fell silent for a moment before saying that.

Before dawn, the eastern horizon began to pale. The highly efficient Agravain had already begun long-distance transporting cannon fodder—I mean, death squads.

—This was a trap.

—Those without the qualifications could not lift the Holy Grail.

—According to Bors and Percival, many knights and adventurers had come here before them and attempted to take the Holy Grail, but all had failed.

This confirmed Arthur's suspicion that his cannon fodder tactic would most likely fail.

But he still wanted to try. If he did not, he would feel sorry for his junior.

However, the miracle did not descend a second time.

Author's Note:

Fourth update today!

Galahad's Wish Turned Out to Be...

"Go on, you scum! Try and see who can lift the Holy Grail!"

Arthur shouted at the death squad members.

"Whether you succeed or fail, the sins you committed before will be forgiven. And if one lucky bastard manages to lift the Holy Grail, then he's struck gold! Bonuses, titles, land! Whatever you want, I can grant it! My word is ironclad!!"

Arthur shouted at them. By the end, the death squad members were cheering excitedly.

Just as Arthur had said, these people were all villains, scum, military thugs, and criminals. They had either been captured, were about to become military slaves, or were going to be sent for "labor reform" repairing the Earth.

Now that Arthur had given them a chance for pardon, they were naturally delighted.

Artorius's reputation on the Continent of Europa was indeed exactly as he claimed: his word was ironclad.

Other than those he had tricked to death and scattered the ashes of, Arthur had never deceived anyone.

Other than lies that had not been exposed, Arthur had never told any lies either.

Thus, his credibility was still maxed out. The prisoners all believed that this big shot was not lying to them. A few death squad members who considered themselves exceptionally strong were already rubbing their hands together, shouting about earning themselves a huge fortune.

Watching the arrivals from the German Military District revel like demons, the Knights of the Round Table exchanged helpless looks, yet none of them stopped it.

Just as Arthur had thought, they believed the death squads would most likely be useless.

But at the same time, just as Arthur had hoped, they were wondering, What if it works?

Trying would not cause any harm anyway.

So the Knights of the Round Table watched with great anticipation as the death squad members charged forward one after another. They watched with great anticipation, then great disappointment. It was like players spending money in a mobile game, staring at the colors of a low-rate banner, hoping to pull something good once, twice, again and again, yet never getting anything no matter what.

After that, Galahad took the initiative to pull Arthur aside and said, "I have something I want to tell Your Highness."

"Lord Galahad." Arthur looked at him seriously. "Do you have some thoughts? Looking at this Holy Grail, do you have hopes for it? Do you want to use it to save Britannia?" Arthur looked at him seriously. "Just as we agreed before?"

"Yes, of course." Galahad nodded without hesitation.

He could certainly deceive his junior into lifting the Holy Grail for Father King. But he did not want to do that. Therefore, he needed to clearly explain the danger involved to Galahad, the traps that might be hidden within.

He needed to make everything completely clear to Galahad. Because he did not want to deceive him. He did not want to deceive Galahad.

No matter what, Galahad was his most important subordinate, and also his friend.

He had been helping Arthur ever since Arthur first began making his name.

Arthur had only reached where he was today with Galahad's help and support.

"I didn't expect there to be such hidden circumstances."

After Arthur told Galahad everything exactly as it had happened, the young knight's expression mixed surprise with emotion.

"So, Galahad."

Arthur pressed a hand on his shoulder. "From the bottom of my heart, I don't want you to lift the Holy Grail. Because I don't want you to die."

"You are my best friend, and the finest knight under my command.

More importantly, you are younger than Lord Gawain and Lord Lancelot. You can remain by my side for longer."

"Your Highness," Galahad said, "that is exactly what I wanted to tell you."

"Just call me by my name, Galahad."

Arthur looked at him gently, then asked, "Galahad, do you have a dream?"

"Your Highness..."

"Remember what I said before. Answer my question."

"Yes, I do."

His voice grew firm.

"I want to save this world!" he said without hesitation. "Whether Celts, Germans, Romans—everyone living on this land, I want to save them all. I want to create a world without hunger, without war, without suffering. Use the Holy Grail to save Britannia? Then what about the people outside Britannia? What are they supposed to do?! I don't want to abandon them! I want to save everyone!"

He said:

"That is why I chose to follow you, Your Highness." He told Arthur, "I have always believed that you possess the talent to govern an age."

"To achieve my goal, I must build a powerful nation and military."