Souya had imagined the scene of personally summoning a Heroic Spirit countless times. There was the famous scene from the Moon World, where under the moonlight, a youth sat on the ground, and a beautiful and powerful Servant stood in the dissipating light, with the words: "Let me ask you, are you my Master?" as the opening of the story.
There was also, after experiencing the story of Britain, the apprehension and anxiety of whether the summoned Morgan would be able to discover that he was Lamorak himself, and whether she had forgiven him for his repeated departures.
But on the whole, all of these were normal and within his expectations of a summoning scene. And just as he was feeling a little excited from sensing that familiar yet strange aura, what he heard was not the normal question of 'are you my Master', what he saw was not the queen's beautiful and moving figure, but a sharp staff that had come out of nowhere and was piercing towards his neck.
Subconsciously, he wanted to dodge backwards, but was stunned to find that his entire body seemed to be shackled by something, completely unable to move. Clearly, Morgan had cast a spell on him the moment she made her move.
In a moment of desperation, he didn't care about anything anymore. Taking advantage of the fact that the magical energy in his body had not yet been frozen due to the summoning ceremony, he violently burst it out.
"Guidance / Open!"
A brilliant golden magic circuit instantly covered his entire body. With his powerful magical energy support, this originally most basic magic of 'understanding, analyzing, and destroying' burst out with a power far beyond its upper limit. In just an instant, it had figured out the nature of the magic she had cast on his body and destroyed it.
The next moment, with a small sound of glass shattering, at the instant the staff was about to touch his skin, he narrowly grabbed the tip. But even so, his palm was ultimately pierced, and blood with a strange aura instantly splattered into a patch of blood flowers.
"Eh?"
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the figure that had been hidden in the black light, as if it had sensed something, suddenly walked out of the light. Then, the staff that he was still holding in his hand instantly disappeared, and in its place before him was a beautiful woman in a sexy black formal dress, wearing a crown of thorns, her long snow-white hair tied up high, and her face covered with a black veil.
This was naturally the Caster he had envisioned, the Queen of Britain, the master of the fairies, and also his lover whom he had not seen for a hundred years. Morgan le Fay.
Subconsciously, the words from his mouth blurted out. "Lady Morgan..."
Without many words, after seeing his appearance and sensing the identical soul, she suddenly pounced on him, and then opened her mouth and bit hard on his shoulder. All of this happened so suddenly, and so unexpectedly.
Feeling the pain from his shoulder and the trembling delicate body of the beauty in his arms, he was stunned for a moment. But what followed was a surge of emotion and a huge palpitation in his heart. He subconsciously wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his head on her shoulder, gently sniffing the scent that belonged to his lover.
Everything was so familiar yet strange. Although it had only been a little more than a day since he had woken up from the dream, under the palpitation and longing brought by that memory and emotion, this feeling was undoubtedly long.
And for Morgan, this longing was even more unbearable. After all, from the moment she had disappeared, she had not stopped for a moment in her search for the whereabouts of this fellow before her. That obsession called love had crossed time, surpassed place, and had finally, in this garden under the moon a hundred years later, guided them to meet again.
"...Lamorak, you despicable, hateful, and foolish knight..."
After a long while, until the light symbolizing the successful summoning of a Heroic Spirit had gradually dissipated and finally, along with the magic runes on the ground, turned to ashes, Morgan and he finally came to their senses from the palpitation of their reunion. But even so, her hand had not left his neck in the slightest, as if she were afraid that he would suddenly disappear again.
Under this moonlight, the two of them looked at each other, the breath between their noses intertwining, just as it had been when they were intimate for the first time hundreds of years ago. Hearing her words, which were clearly filled with great resentment, he couldn't help but give a bitter smile. "I'm sorry, Lady Morgan, I..."
But before he could say anything, she took the initiative to raise her hand and press it against his lips. "Don't say you're sorry to me. What you owe me is far from being able to be resolved with just one sentence."
She looked deeply at the lover before her. Her deep blue, beautiful eyes no longer held the tsundere and矜持 of the past, but a love as hot as fire. "I don't care what your name is now, who your identity is, and I don't care what method you used to go to Britain and come back here again. None of this is important. I only know that you are my Lamorak, my knight, my lover, and also my husband, Morgan le Fay's. What you owe me is the oath you once swore to always be with me, and my love for you."
No one could understand how complicated and restless her mood was now. Countless attempts, countless searches. From searching for his aura in every era of Britain, to not just being limited to Britain, but even the whole of Europe and even the distant East. She was like a ghost of the era, hiding in history, trekking through time. All for the sake of reuniting with her beloved once more.
In those countless searches, she had long since understood her own heart. So she swore not to restrain her feelings and heart in a ridiculous nobility and royal authority anymore. The Queen of Britain, Morgan, had already done everything she should have. The her of now was the wife of the glorious knight Lamorak, Morgan.
Once, on another trip back and forth between the front side of the world and the Inner Sea of the Planet, she had sensed a summons. It was a back-up plan she had left behind, moved by Artoria's words back then. A doppelganger summoned under the name of the Queen of Britain, Morgan le Fay. The moment she sensed that she was being summoned, she was so excited and expectant. After a long and fruitless search, she had finally found a turning point.
But when she responded to the summons and followed the guidance of the Throne of Heroes, what she saw was a lowly magus using a wine cup she had once drunk with Lamorak to summon her. And after seeing that it was not that person, the excitement in her heart immediately faded, replaced by loneliness and silence.
But she didn't get angry, because she had no heart to put too much emotion and attention on someone who had nothing to do with him. But just as she was about to leave, that magus actually wanted to use the so-called Command Spells to forcefully order her to do things for him. So in the end, that magus's body was burned to death along with his soul by the flames of shadow.
After that, many other people had tried to summon her, and some of them had even used his name. But without exception, all those people had died. This was an insult to her, and also to him.
And this time, she had originally sensed his aura again, and was preparing to show up to crush another overconfident lowly bug. But unexpectedly, after the magic was broken, and she had sensed the soul aura contained in that fresh blood, she was suddenly stunned.
When she walked out of the ceremony and saw that familiar face and eyes, and the identical soul, her heart, which had been like still water for hundreds of years, finally had a ripple. She... had finally reunited with him.
"You have never expressed your love for me in person, Lamorak."
In the garden at night, the beauty under the moon said thus.
"Then, Lady Morgan, please let me express it to you with my actions."
The black-clothed youth replied softly, then kissed the lips of the beauty in his arms. In the moonlight, they hugged tightly, intimately, the breath between their noses was ambiguous, tongue and tongue intertwined, sucking. Under the bright moon, the figures of the lovers merged.
More tonight.
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