Chapter 80

Oh no, that's not called being cowardly, that's called being vigilant.

"Sigh, I'm still worried about whether it's a honey trap," Lan Ze muttered to himself.

After all, that's Kishinami. Until we know exactly how she came to be in this world and what her purpose is, it's best to be cautious.

Knock knock.

After Lan Ze lay in the room for a while, there was another soft knock on the door.

Then, after the door was pushed open, Lan Ze saw a knight with a slicked-back hairstyle standing in the doorway.

"Agravain? What brings you here?" Lan Ze asked, puzzled.

"That woman invites you to the palace for a talk," Agravain said in a low voice.

That woman? Lan Ze was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood what Agravain.

Is he referring to Morgan le Fay?

"I see."

Lan Ze nodded, and then left the room with Agravain.

Before long, he followed Agravain to another side hall not far from the palace, where several Purification Knights stood outside.

This is not a person, but a puppet, a guard created by Morgan le Fay, a master alchemist.

Agravain pushed open the palace door, gave a knightly salute, and said in a sinister tone, "Please come in, she's waiting for you inside."

Lan Ze was taken aback. "Aren't you coming along?"

"No one is allowed to enter without her permission," Agravain explained, then ignored Lan Ze and turned to leave the palace.

As Lan Ze stepped into the palace, the massive iron gate behind him closed silently with a heavy rumble.

"Holy crap... this looks so creepy," Lan Ze muttered to himself as he strode deeper into the palace.

At this moment, Lan Ze suddenly stopped, realizing that someone was watching him.

He frowned and was about to turn around when he noticed the person behind him rapidly approaching.

Lan Ze turned his head sharply, only to see the little girl dash forward and crash headfirst into Lan Ze arms. She hugged his leg, tilted her head back, and shouted energetically, "Father King!"

"Oh, it's Mordred." Lan Ze breathed a sigh of relief and patted Mordred's hair.

He crouched down slightly and asked gently, "Have you been training diligently?"

"We just finished training!" Mordred said proudly, raising his head.

"My mother even praised me."

"Was Princess Morgan with you just now?" Lan Ze asked.

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly noticed Morgan le Fay standing behind Mordred. She was dressed in a dark black palace dress that suited her personality, her platinum blonde hair was naturally flowing, and she wore a sapphire-encrusted crown. Her face was veiled, which only aroused the deepest desire for exploration in people's hearts.

"Mother!" Mordred cried.

Morgan le Fay's usually cold eyes now held a hint of tenderness as she said softly, "Go back to training. Your Father King and I have something to discuss."

Mordred let out a howl, swung his arms behind him, and dashed off toward the exit of the corridor.

After watching Mordred leave, the tenderness in Morgan le Fay's eyes faded, and she walked deeper into the palace, saying softly, "Follow me."

One hour ago.

After leaving the room, Sajyou Manaka immediately went to the living room.

She turned on the television, which was showing the wedding ceremony. The nun in charge of the wedding was standing in front of the emcee's platform, with a holy and gentle smile on her face, giving her speech.

Sajyou Manaka's gaze froze on the "live broadcast" screen.

At the same time, Tiamat also left the room, lingering for a moment on Sajyou Manaka's slightly serious face before looking at the live stream with some confusion.

"Aaa?" she suddenly exclaimed in confusion.

Ereshkigal followed behind the two, noticing their slightly serious expressions, and couldn't help but turn her gaze to the "live stream," asking, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

In her memory, Sajyou Manaka had always given people a calm and collected feeling, as if nothing could surprise her.

But at this moment, her expression was much more serious than usual, which was truly puzzling.

When Ereshkigal's gaze fell upon the television, the image on the screen showed a nun dressed in very conservative attire, yet exuding an extremely alluring charm.

"Who is she?" Ereshkigal asked instinctively.

"The Beast of Lust." Sajyou Manaka stared blankly at the woman in the image and murmured.

"However, it doesn't seem to be in its complete form; it appears to only have half the power of Beast."

"The Beast of Lust ..." Ereshkigal repeated, then said with a slight realization, "She's also a beast?"

Tiamat nodded slightly. "They'll stop at nothing to satisfy their desires, beast."

"Why would the Beast of Lust run into Britain?!" Ereshkigal exclaimed in surprise.

Then, she immediately became worried about Lan Ze's safety. "If that's the case, isn't Lan Ze in danger?"

Sajyou Manaka nodded, a rare hint of worry appearing in her eyes.

Even gods have things they can't do... and neither does Sajyou Manaka.

If they were in Tokyo, she could guarantee Lan Ze's safety.

But if this were in Britain... she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Unless they imitate Goetia's actions, burning away Humanity's Order and then forcibly reaching Britain.

But then, wouldn't she be no different from the other beasts?

"Perhaps we should try to persuade him," Sajyou Manaka suddenly said, glancing at Tiamat and Ereshkigal.

The two looked at each other, and then nodded almost simultaneously.

"Then it's settled. After Lan Ze quits the game, we'll work together to persuade him not to go to Britain anymore."

"And one more thing," Sajyou Manaka suddenly reminded them, "You absolutely mustn't let slip that we're doing a live stream."

"Aika, what do you take me for? I'm a very reliable deity!" Ereshkigal said, puffing out her little chest.

"AaaAaa!" Tiamat nodded, indicating that Aika could rest assured.

Why do I feel like this is so unreliable...? Sajyou Manaka muttered to herself as she looked at the two of them making such solemn vows.

"Hey!"

Mordred raised a one-handed sword and swung it repeatedly at Agravain.

The little girl's attacks were fierce, but Agravain was, after all, Knights of the Round Table. Although he was considered relatively weak among the Knights of the Round Table, he was still not someone that a little girl could handle.

However, the longer the battle with Mordred continued, the more alarmed Agravain became.

This child's strength is a bit too exaggerated.

Judging from her strength alone, the still young Mordred already possesses a physique no weaker than that of a normal adult. If she were to grow up, she might even be able to put up a fight against Lancelot.

How exactly did that "mother" manage to do it?

How exactly was such a brave and skilled daughter raised?

Mordred fought with increasing ferocity, constantly swinging her one-handed sword. However, she clearly didn't know much about swordsmanship and was only relying on brute force to swing her weapon. As a result, Agravain easily deflected her force and withstood her fierce attacks.

But then, Mordred suddenly threw a small dagger, which flew towards Agravain with a whooshing sound.

Agravain's pupils contracted, and he quickly retreated, turning sideways to narrowly avoid the dagger.

Then, Agravain, who already gave off a gloomy, villainous vibe, suddenly turned his head and looked at the little girl behind him.

"Didn't you say, Master, that winning is all that matters in a sparring match?" Mordred scratched the back of his head, his face full of embarrassment.

Agravain a dark face, "That's something you can do when fighting an enemy. We're sparring now!"

Mordred let out a "whoosh" and nodded. "I see."

"Hey!"

She suddenly threw a short knife, Agravain quickly dodged. His forehead was covered in black lines as he stared at Mordred's sly smile and shouted, enunciating each word clearly:

"Modred!"

Lan Ze walked deeper into the palace and soon arrived at a spacious hall.

Morgan le Fay sat at the table with her legs crossed, having already removed her crown, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

Lan Ze couldn't help but glance at her a couple more times, then coughed lightly, looked away, and said, "Princess Morgan, you're in such a hurry to see me, there must be something important, right?"

Morgan le Fay calmly brewed a cup of black tea and then pushed it in front of Lan Ze.

A faint smile played on her lips, tinged with a hint of teasing, as she asked, "How does it feel to be married?"

"Princess Morgan, please stop teasing me." Lan Ze shook his head helplessly, picked up his black tea, but didn't drink it, and calmly put the teacup down.

"I'm not making fun of you, I'm just concerned about my subordinates," Morgan le Fay said with a smile, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

After a moment, she said leisurely, "You don't need to worry that I'll put something in your tea... I don't like playing dirty tricks."

How was that Mo Zai born...? Lan Ze smiled but didn't answer.

Morgan le Fay raised an eyebrow, reached out and picked up the teacup in front of Lan Ze, taking a small sip.

Then, she handed the teacup to Lan Ze and smiled, "Can you rest assured now?"

"Or," Morgan le Fay paused slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes, "Do you need me to feed you myself before you'll feel at ease?"

"I don't doubt Princess Morgan," Lan Ze said with a smile, taking the teacup. "I just wasn't thirsty just now."

As he spoke, he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

He probably doesn't even believe that nonsense himself... Morgan le Fay rolled his eyes at Lan Ze and said softly, "Yesterday evening, someone discovered traces of Heroic Spirit in the town."

"Heroic Spirit?" Lan Ze frowned slightly.

Morgan le Fay took a leisurely sip of tea and continued, "Yesterday I sent men to the town overnight. According to the servants, the Heroic Spirit should have already left the town, and its whereabouts are now unknown."

What are your thoughts?

Lan Ze frowned, deep in thought.

Logically, summoning Heroic Spirit should require the Holy Grail... but where is the Holy Grail in this era?

Unless... someone forges the Holy Grail.

"In this era, there should be quite a few people capable of summoning Heroic Spirit," Lan Ze said after a moment's hesitation. "Before knowing who lives in the town, I can't make a judgment."

This answer was exactly what Morgan le Fay had expected. She nodded slightly, then suddenly asked, "By the way, that nun from today... do you know her?"

Lan Ze's thoughts vanished. He looked up and saw the woman calmly gazing at him. Her eyes showed no emotion, yet Lan Ze couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Morgan le Fay was indeed exceptionally intelligent. He and Kishinami Hakuno had barely exchanged a few words all day, but that alone aroused her suspicion.

Lan Ze immediately shook his head and said, "I don't know her, but when I saw her today, I felt something was off."

"She's not an ordinary person." Lan Ze paused slightly before continuing to ask:

"Is Princess Morgan doubting her identity?"

Morgan le Fay gently set down his teacup and said, "I don't know the nun's background, and I can't even sense any Spirit Origin in her."

"Without Spirit Origin, isn't that just an ordinary person?" Lan Ze retorted.

"No," Morgan le Fay shook his head, "She must have hidden her Spirit Origin, not wanting others to notice."

She was extremely perceptive when it came to Magecraft, and despite Kishinami Hakuno's attempts to conceal it, it was virtually impossible for her to escape Morgan le Fay's notice.

Although she couldn't detect Kishinami's Spirit Origin, she still managed to detect the Magecraft Kishinami Hakuno used to conceal her presence.

As Morgan le Fay finished speaking, he gazed into Lan Ze's eyes and said, "I need you to find some time to make contact with her."

Does this mean I have to sell my body...? Lan Ze nodded slightly. "I'll try my best."

On another note, Morgan le Fay mentioned Heroic Spirit... Could it be Kishinami Hakuno?