Into the Human World

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, Morgan at least managed to sit in the meeting seat. She closed her eyes, seemingly in meditation, remaining motionless. But in reality, she simply didn't want to open her eyes, didn't want to see the row of Artoria in front of her.

"Is that Morgan King Arthur's sister, the mastermind behind the destruction of Britain, the enchantress Morgan?"

Olga Marie whispered to Dr. Roman beside her, who nodded in agreement. Upon hearing this, Morgan opened her eyes, her sapphire-blue eyes fixed on Olga Marie. Not daring to meet her gaze, she immediately pulled Dr. Roman to her side.

"You're wrong, little girl. I was indeed the mastermind behind the destruction of the King Arthur, but from beginning to end, I never intended to destroy Britain. I'm only denying Arthur, the one who took everything from me."

"She's right." At this moment, the person who should have spoken up for Morgan the least spoke up. Artoria looked at Morgan, crossed her arms, and said, "I have to admit, Morgan does love Britain more than I do. No, no one should love Britain more than her."

But that doesn't change the fact that she's a crazy woman. However, you seem much calmer than I remember.

The Morgan before her was completely different from the Artoria remembered. The Morgan of Pan-Human History could be described as mentally ill, and he would stop at nothing to destroy Arthur.

After all, she's capable of gender-swap, boiling water, and childbirth, so her mental state must be quite remarkable.

Mordred, standing on the other side, had a lot to say about this. In her memory, Morgan was often a hysterical woman, completely different from the rational and dignified queen before her.

"Me, from the Pan-Human History? I certainly can't agree with that guy either."

Mordred's eyes suddenly lit up. Could it be that this Lostbelt's mother was a normal person?

Morgan closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and said, "After doing so much... I still failed in the end. I just can't accept that guy being me."

"Oh no, that won't work."

Mordred leaned against the wall in frustration.

"What's wrong, Little Mo?"

Ritsuka cast a concerned glance at Mordred, Mordred shook her head with a wry smile, saying, "I was just foolishly naive. Do I really have to be here? I'd rather be on the battlefield than at this family gathering."

"Well... I wonder when Brother Bai will arrive. Normally, after the Fantasy Tree was moved, it's not impossible for him to remain in a coma for three months."

Ritsuka sighed helplessly. She glanced at Morgan out of the corner of her eye and saw that Morgan looked like she wouldn't leave until she saw him, so she had no choice but to give up.

A knock sounded on the door, Bai Mo slowly walked into the conference room. Looking at the room, which was filled with Chaldea's high-ranking officials, nine Artoria, Knights of the Round Table, and Morgan, he couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"It's quite lively here, Artoria. What's going on?"

Just as Artoria was about to speak, Morgan silently stood up from his seat and walked straight to Bai Mo. He looked as if he were examining a work of art, causing Bai Mo to subconsciously take a step back.

"Artoria, is this your sister?"

"Yes, though I hate to admit it. Hey, Morgan, you better keep your distance. You haven't forgotten the terms of our defeat, have you?"

"Oh, so you're smug about winning nine against one? So this is your chivalry, Artoria. I've certainly seen it."

"You..."

"Okay, I'll keep my distance. After all, it's necessary to maintain a certain distance when we first make contact. Let me introduce myself first:"

Morgan, Queen of the Britain Lostbelt, and also Lostbelt King.

My arrival in your world this time was somewhat unexpected. Originally, I was preparing to deal with the Lostbelt King of the India Lostbelt first in order to fight the upcoming Lostbelt battles, but I arrived a step too late.

After that, I was fortunate enough to witness your great achievements.

Morgan wore a genuine smile, which made Mordred and Artoria feel uneasy; how could Morgan actually show such a smile?

Bai Mo nodded slightly to Morgan, gesturing for her to sit back down, and then pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

"Bai Mo, you're considered an outsider to your world. I'm here to repay my master and several benefactors for their help, and also to reclaim the Magnetic Field Power that accidentally ended up in this world."

We're currently working on resolving the Lostbelt issue here; as for the method, you've already seen it."

Bai Mo introduced himself as well, extending his hand, and Magnetic Field Power gathered in his palm. Two cups of hot tea appeared abruptly on the table. Morgan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he picked up a cup, took a sip, and whispered, "So that's how it is. This strange power appeared because of this."

"Yes, I brought it in, so it's my responsibility to retrieve it."

"Then why use this method?" Morgan asked, a hint of doubt in his voice.

"If it's just about reclaiming this power, then there are many other ways for you, right? For example, the Underworld. If you control the Underworld, you can simply reclaim the souls of those who accidentally gained power after they die of old age."

Morgan is right. Both the Scandinavian Lostbelt and the India Lostbelt have Underworld. If the goal is simply to reclaim Magnetic Field Power, then one could control the Underworld and reclaim the souls of those people.

To take it to an extreme, like Nidhogg, one could occupy Helheim and turn the Underworld into a buffet through the absorption of Primordial Spirit.

"We can't just watch Lostbelt and Pan-Human History fight to the death, can we? It would be too much to eliminate the people of Lostbelt simply because of a mistake in the world's development."

With a snap, Morgan suddenly reached out and grabbed the Bai Mo. Her hand was very cold, as if it had been exposed to the cold wind all night in the dead of winter.

"Hey, Morgan!"

Artoria growled, while Morgan slowly withdrew his hand.

"I apologize for my rudeness, but you were not lying. Because you are from outside the realm, the Fairy Eyes have no effect on you. That's why I used this method. Please forgive me."

"It's nothing. I'm used to relying on external tools, and when they fail, I feel anxious and have no choice but to resort to other means."

Bai Mo waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing. The Magnetic Field Power flowed, refilling Morgan's cup with hotter tea this time. Morgan felt the warmth in his hand, bent his index finger to cover his face and smiled.

Morgan's body temperature was merely due to his Magecraft, but this subtle act of kindness still brought her a touch of warmth as she lived in the fairy world.

Throughout the long years, she had only ever felt such subtle yet precious warmth from a lowly vampire.

At that moment, she truly felt like she had come to earth.