Chapter 44

"Ahem, this is Miss Mors Girl, a Greek Witch from the Age of Gods, and her skill as a Magician is also extremely superb……"

Xia Zhi coughed lightly twice at the right moment, cleared his throat, and continued introducing the witch beside him in an unhurried tone, his manner appearing very natural, as if turning a blind eye to the atmosphere around them that had quietly solidified and become subtle.

——Feigning ignorance is a must.

——Anyway, it wasn't exposed before, so just pretend I don't know that Vivian really is Morgan, and the matter of her bad relationship with King Arthur.

This is also to prevent Vivian from blowing up directly; after all, bringing back Artoria without knowing the truth and deliberately bringing her back despite knowing full well — these two are vastly different in nature.

Therefore, he needs a disclaimer to deal with the current situation……

But regarding the matter of his own ignorance, he can't just say it outright either; that would be like trying to hide silver and only making it more obvious.

Only by not mentioning this aspect at all, directly pretending to know nothing, is the best disclaimer. As an experienced expert who has maxed out many messy skills, he is likewise a master at playing dumb in this regard.

There's actually another one!

Medea took a light breath, withdrew her gaze from Vivian opposite, and looked with interest at Artoria right next to her.

"Hello, please take care of me from now on."

With a polite smile hanging at the corner of her mouth, she spoke these words while imperceptibly putting distance between herself and the Master.

This kind of subtle atmosphere — one look and you know nothing good will come of it——

The current silence faintly carries a sense of calm before the storm——

To avoid getting splattered with blood later, the witch lady thinks it's better to keep her distance; that's the way of self-preservation, just need to focus on eating melons and wait, mustn't get caught in the crossfire.

This also doesn't count as loyalty or disloyalty; this situation doesn't apply. Not to mention she was just summoned not long ago, even the situation faced now is more like a dispute about to erupt between sisters, obviously unrelated to battlefields, enemies, etc……

——As for whether it's family matters or family scandal, that's debatable.

"This is Index, the manager of the 103,000 Grimoires of the Anglican Church, currently the team's Knowledge Consultant and Magic Teacher……"

"This is Tetelot, a Fairy from the Wing Clan, a very remarkable Visual Color Master, currently the team's professional Tailor……"

Xia Zhi's smile was hearty; relying on solid mental fortitude, he continued introducing the others in the team with an unchanged expression, as if completely unable to read the air, not affected by that strange atmosphere in the slightest.

After introducing the two little ones Index and Tetelot, he paused slightly, turned his gaze toward Vivian's direction: "And this one is the one I just told you about, her name is——"

"Morgan." A cold voice rang out, cutting off Xia Zhi's unfinished introduction.

"……"

"……"

emmmmmm……Xia Zhi couldn't help pulling at the corner of his mouth; the girl's reaction seems a bit different from expectations, the reaction is intensely excessive.

But my estimation shouldn't have that large a deviation; she really has no reason to be that Morgan.

Even if she inexplicably possesses the relevant intelligence, after all those are not her personal experiences……in Xia Zhi's expectations, Artoria's appearance might displease her, yet not to the point of arousing such a strong rebound emotion.

Then the question arises: what reason caused her to erupt with a hostility so intense it was nearly materialized when facing a King Arthur with no reason to be hostile?

That oppressive low pressure is simply like a storm precursor, suffocating.

He instinctively felt there was definitely a hidden story, but right now there's no way to explore it, because Vivian and Artoria before him are already at daggers drawn, the tense atmosphere on the verge of explosion.

Vivian's expression was cold; with an attitude that brooked no neglect, she stared straight at Artoria opposite, and once more opened her lips to declare: "I am Morgan, Morgan le Fay, did you hear clearly? Artoria."

"Morgan……it's you!! Th-this, how is this possible! This is impossible!"

Artoria was originally still doubtful; in that instant, who knows how many possibilities she brain-supplemented, even imagining whether this was another self from a Parallel World, otherwise how could they be similar to such an extreme.

The same appearance, the same posture……

The same predicament, the same responsibility……

Everything overlapped like a mirror image, making her almost believe the other party was another "self" in this world.

However, this thought had just surfaced when it was ruthlessly shattered by the golden-haired girl before her who was like her own reflection.

That name spoken from the other's mouth, in an instant seemed to materialize into a heavy entity, pausing briefly in the sky, then crashing down hard! Heavily smashing onto her head! Smashing until she saw stars!!

Morgan le Fay!!

It would actually be this name she loathed to the bone!!

"What's so impossible about it, look at me, Artoria, I am truly standing right before you, how do you plan to deny it? Or are you too afraid to admit it?!"

Vivian spoke coldly; her eyes flashed with an unusual determination and hostility, as if in this moment, when facing Artoria, that usually gentle and tranquil girl had directly turned into another personality.

"You……you……it really is you……"

In Artoria's widened eyes, that cold face identical to her own was reflected.

She finally understood, instinct clearly and unmistakably confirming this ironclad fact, and then, whether from excitement or anger, her tone trembled, as if a huge wave was being suppressed with full effort behind her back.

"……Morgan……you this fellow……you this fellow……"

"……"

"……"

"Truly a weak fellow, can't even speak properly? Was your birth just to belittle me, to prove Britain's misfortune?"

Vivian waited a while with a cold expression, then impatiently questioned coldly, her voice reverberating in the air, the emotion contained within as fierce as a storm, enveloping the entire space in an oppressive and intense atmosphere.

"Truly hard to imagine, Britain would actually be handed to someone like you, and even lost by you! This is simply a colossal joke!"

Every word was like a sharp icicle, piercing the heart with each word.

And facing Morgan's accusations, Artoria, already struggling to suppress herself, had her anger that she couldn't control instantly pushed to the brink of explosion! Simply trembling with rage!!

How dare Morgan speak such unreasonable words!

How can she say such words——!!

It was said before, Artoria is not a complete Heroic Spirit; strictly speaking she is still alive, even having just experienced the Battle of Camlann, her main body is still on that twilight battlefield where chivalry withered……

On that mountain of corpses where both friend and foe have died out, the living few and far between.

Even just recently——

On that blood-stained Hill of Camlann——

This girl king chosen by the Holy Sword, entrusted with the Holy Lance, bearing Britain's future, was overlooking Britain's end before her death, weeping aloud.

It was precisely because she could not accept that kind of ending that she made that decision; the Primate's Counter Force wished to use her after death as an Item, signed a Contract with her, and gave her the opportunity to seek the Holy Grail.

As long as this goal was not achieved, Artoria would not draw her last breath.

She would, in that moment before death, be "Summoned" again and again to different eras...

And going so far as to do this—

"You actually dare say that! You even still dare say that—! You think all this is because of whose fault!!"

Emotions, like a long-suppressed volcano, erupted suddenly at this moment, unstoppable!

Artoria revealed an expression mixed with anger and sorrow, like an enraged lion, and abruptly drew the Holy Sword: "If not for you! If not for you, Morgan, this fellow, how would Britain... how would it—!!"

Halting, fragmented words, yet that surging emotion was like a grief and anger trying to tear the listener's chest apart, until she could speak no more.

"In any case!! Absolutely, absolutely unforgivable...!"

At this moment, almost biting through her teeth, the little lion's eyes instantly turned completely red.

Simultaneously, a terrifying Mana aura rose from within her body, Mana Burst operating directly at overdrive, like an overloaded engine instantly Reinforcing her strength.

Because she hated Britain's destruction too extremely, Artoria was even extreme enough to voluntarily fall into that Avici Reincarnation from which she could never obtain salvation.

Then now, suddenly seeing the chief culprit who bore at least half the responsibility appear before her eyes, how could she possibly have no Emotional Fluctuation at all?

"Hateful Red Dragon... I absolutely will not forgive you! Although this was Uther and Merlin's scheme, I've long wanted to crush you!!" Vivian was not overwhelmed by Artoria's Momentum in the slightest, and even stepped forward a step.

She likewise declared through gritted teeth, unhesitatingly gripping her Selected Staff tightly, a dangerous aura spreading from the Mana diffusing around her.

Enemies meeting, eyes especially red.

In Artoria's eyes, Morgan le Fay's figure aroused uncontrollable hostility, but this emotion was undoubtedly mutual.

In the name of Morgan le Fay, she must defeat this Artoria who obviously came from a Pan-Human History World, and sits on Camelot's throne, chosen to become the King of Knights!!

"That, please calm down a little—"

Xia Zhi sighed, stepping forward a few steps.

This development cannot be said to be Incongruous with his plan, but it can also be said to be diametrically opposed.

In his Expectation, the two meeting might not be too pleasant, but their Reaction should not be too excessive either; Vivian's hidden Identity would not become a problem, after all this World is not a normal World, this Britain is not a normal Britain.

After all, if not for his Summoning, even King Arthur would not have appeared.

Under this Premise, even if Vivian is this World's Morgan, there should be no reason for her relationship with the non-existent King Arthur to be bad...

As for Artoria, she was even easier to handle; with his previous paving and guidance, seeing a girl exactly identical to herself, she would inevitably project her own experiences and emotions onto the other, and not knowing Vivian's hidden Identity...

Under such circumstances, this Knight King would find it hard not to be conscientious, bursting with 120% enthusiasm and drive to assist Vivian.

However—

This was ultimately only the idealized development in his Expectation; even though overall there were no major issues, the Premise was wrong.

Clearly it Should Not have happened, history had no factual basis for it to occur, even King Arthur was a King Arthur he Summoned from another World... yet Vivian simply inherited that relationship, directly revealing her Identity.

The result is the current situation...

Elder sister hates younger sister, younger sister also hates elder sister, the two are like water and fire, meeting with the intent of not sharing the same sky.

"Move aside! This is between me and her! Or are you saying you want to protect her?"

Seeing Xia Zhi trying to intervene, Vivian instantly revealed a frantic expression, her body also emitting what seemed like substantive black Qi; she had already decided to make the foolish Artoria properly taste pain this night.

How could she let this fellow stop her!!

Moreover, the accounts between her and this fellow haven't been settled yet!!

"Master, please forgive me for being unable to accept your previous Requirement... only this fellow..." Artoria also gritted her teeth and showed a smile, a transparent and tragic smile that only warriors who have walked the line between life and death can understand.

"Only this fellow! I absolutely cannot forgive her!!"

The moment the words fell, as if to demonstrate her resolve—

Bursting Mana stirred up vortex-like rapids in the Air, Mana Materialization wrapping the swordswoman girl's petite body, transforming into a set of silver-white Armor and Gauntlets, the Knight King gripping the Holy Sword with both hands, entering combat state in an Instant.

Like a Naturally unfolding development, the tense atmosphere between the two was already on the verge of explosion, and at this moment, it finally directly entered the combat phase.

And directly skipping the probing exchange phase, entering White-Hot Battle in an Instant.

The Wind chants low.

Startling thunder tears the Sky, raging waves shatter the Earth.

Bursting Mana, torrents of Heat, the air pressure raised by swinging the Holy Sword, the light blooming from the Selected Staff... all these mixed together in a split second, then immediately all exploded, instantly sweeping the entire Camp.

"Even the impossible should have a Bottom Line! I'm the one who won't forgive you! Don't get it wrong! Artoria..."

"To dare do this to me, to Camelot... Morgan!"

"Beg for forgiveness at my feet, the Holy Sword is only at this level...!"

"If it's only this level! Your complacency ends here..."

Merely hearing from the Surface, it sounds like two girls quarreling, but looking at their merciless exchange, one would understand this is absolutely no joke,

In those Tones, though there is no hysterical complete madness, there is added a complex hatred of Gritting Teeth.

"..."

"..."

"Miscalculated..."

Xia Zhi retreated to a far Distance, holding Index in hand, a deep expression on his face as he watched the distant Camp seemingly being ravaged by a Storm, his other hand pressing on his forehead with a Headache, letting out a long sigh.

Simply cannot hold them back, the grievances between these two people are absolutely not something that can be resolved by sitting down nicely.

Without fighting a battle, venting it out, their boiling Emotions will absolutely never cool down.

Medea said nothing, just smilingly watching all this from the side.

Tetelot was racking her brains, feeling the situation before her was very Complex; until now she still couldn't figure out what exactly was going on, what kind of situation existed between Vivian and that girl, why their relationship was so bad.

"It's all you! It's all your fault! If not for you sending your child to scheme against me..." Artoria's voice carried from afar, Gritting Teeth.

"Stop spouting nonsense! I don't have a child!!" Vivian shouted angrily, cutting off the other's words, and Subconsciously glancing quickly toward the outside of the Battlefield.

"Still won't Admit it!! Morgan, dare to do it but Not Dare to Admit it?!"

"You——!!"

(Chapter End)