Tonelico
In New Darlington, Morgan discussed many things with Bai Mo that night, including the specific process of their objectives and the troubles Britain was facing.
Britain is now a scene of utter devastation, plagued by goblins that occasionally rage and curses that randomly gather to cause destruction. Internally, the horned god Cernunnos is like a custom-made bomb in the foundation.
Even more critically, due to Morgan's actions, the divine age of Britain did not decline, and the land began to refresh its Terminal Device.
Just as the Northern Europe Age of Gods had to fade away, this task was accomplished by the giant king Surtr, who was also the Terminal Device of the Northern Europe continent. Now Morgan is facing the same problem; as long as she wants to maintain Britain, this Daichi will keep spawning Terminal Device.
"You're basically in jail."
Bai Mo offered his assessment of Morgan's situation, to which Morgan remained noncommittal.
"Never mind, compared to this, was your previous one some kind of Noble Phantasm? It seemed like you had quite a collection. Don't show it to anyone other than me, or some fairies might covet it."
"Don't worry, at least there shouldn't be anyone in this world who can open this thing. It was a gift from a... generous king. There are quite a few strange things inside, such as this potion that makes you younger."
If there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask.
Morgan, however, looked at the potion bottle, and after seemingly pondering for a moment, pointed a finger at it.
"Can I borrow this to study for one night?"
It was unclear what Morgan wanted to do. The next day, as Bai Mo was preparing to leave for Norwich, he knocked on Morgan's door and heard a somewhat young voice coming from inside.
"Okay, let me prepare a little more... this should be enough."
The door opened, revealing a beautiful figure with long golden hair. She held a gun in one hand and a cane in the other, surrounded by a circle of unidentified objects. She wore a pure white dress with black stockings, and a bright silver breastplate on her chest.
Bai Mo was stunned for a moment, but when he saw those eyes that were as pale as the dead of winter, he recognized the person in front of him.
Morgan?
"Yes, I'm glad you said that name instead of Artoria. Even though all we have to do is take the clock, it's still a pilgrimage."
If we're going to do a pilgrimage, I'm much better at it now, and that way I can fight alongside you openly and honestly.
Bai Mo looked at her like this, his gaze slightly lowered. He did not approve of this behavior, even though there were many Servant in Chaldea who appeared as individuals at different times through Spirit Origin Ascension.
But Morgan's act of replacing his past self with his current one to better suit the pilgrimage...
"It's like treating yourself as a tool, using whichever side is needed to handle things, without caring about yourself at all."
"You... you really are the Morgan I know, right?"
Upon hearing this, the girl gently stroked her hair, and then her long golden hair turned as white as snow.
"Rest assured, I will not casually hand over the future of the Fairy Britain to others, nor will I abandon my thousands of years of experience. I merely studied and improved your potion, rather than drinking it directly."
Upon hearing this, Bai Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's your name?"
Bai Mo asked Morgan, and Morgan nodded slightly and said:
"Yes, you can't call me Morgan anymore. Ash, just call me that."
"... This is your real name?"
"... right."
Ash nodded. Bai Mo sighed deeply, then turned and walked away, muttering to himself, "Don't blame me if I'm wrong and think you're Artoria, after all, you have that face."
"I can forgive you for mistaking me for Artoria only at the very first moment we met. If you call me Artoria again after that, please be prepared to appease me when I get angry."
Perhaps I've become younger in this state, and my mindset might not be as composed as before. Also... I've heard that various cities are currently searching for their own clan's Child of Prophecy.
Hmph, I'm actually kind of looking forward to seeing how those imposters react when they see me.
Looking at that smile, Bai Mo was finally certain that the guy in front of him was indeed the same Morgan from before.
"Alright, let's hurry up and get to Norwich to check on the situation. After the previous Hand of Calamity was dealt with, the underground Calamity is gradually converging on Norwich. It probably won't be as simple as New Darlington then."
Meanwhile, in Salisbury, Ritsuka and her group clearly did not receive the approval to ring the bell, and Ritsuka did not seem to care about it. In response, Oberon suggested that everyone go to Norwich first, and after resolving the Calamity there, the Child of Prophecy Artoria Caster would naturally be allowed to ring the bell.
"We need to hurry. I reckon many clans have sent their Child of Prophecy, since Norwich is the weapon capital of the Fairy Britain, and taking it would be a major breakthrough."
"Sigh, are there really that many Child of Prophecy? Um... can I not go? Those Child of Prophecy who are trained must be incredibly powerful. In the end, I, the so-called genuine one, might not even be able to compete with the fake one..."
Seeing that Artoria was having second thoughts, Oberon smiled and encouraged her, "Don't worry, how can a fake compare to the real thing? When the bell tolls, it will be clear who the true Child of Prophecy is."
Meanwhile, atop Ash Chapel in Salisbury, Aurora, the Wind Clan Chief, addressed a knight in purple armor beside her:
"Alright, it's your turn to shine, Sino. Don't forget who picked you up after you lost your memory."
"Yes, I will certainly live up to your expectations, Ms. Aurora."
The knight nodded and said, "This person is Lancelot, the Knight Servant the Knight of the Lake, who was lost in the Nameless Forest, hidden by Aurora, and came from Chaldea."
Behind him, Melusine wore a look of helpless worry.
"Never mind, even if Salisbury is attacked, I can still get back... I'm so sleepy."