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The Holy Grail War—seven Servants, seven Masters, one brutal battle to the end.
Once Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, and Assassin had all been summoned, the last Master, no matter what incantation they used—or even if they didn't use one at all—would inevitably summon the final class: Berserker.
Alex understood everything the moment Hestia explained it.
"Berserker, huh? Fine. Hard to control, sure, but the strength makes up for it."
And this wasn't just any Berserker. Standing before him was the Queen of Lostbelt Britain herself—Morgan le Fay—wielder of an EX-ranked Noble Phantasm.
She had even turned the Holy Lance, Rhongomyniad, into a spell of her own—a god-tier magus who had literally reached the realm of the divine.
From the moment she was summoned until Alex and Roxy's conversation ended, Morgan hadn't said a single word.
Her eyes were calm, yet so cold they made your chest tighten just by meeting her gaze—a kind of indifference that denied all life itself.Even without saying a thing, she exuded the oppressive majesty of a monarch. Any ordinary person would've dropped to their knees on sight.
Roxy looked at her and hesitated, unsure how to speak.
The Servant she'd just summoned felt too cold. Too powerful. The pressure alone was suffocating.
Alex didn't know what to say either. After all, in the Lostbelt, this woman was known as a tyrant who'd ruled Britain for two thousand years, crushing the fae under her endless reign.
She despised humans, despised fairies, despised the weak, the ugly, equality, even peace itself.
From the people's perspective, she wasn't a ruler—she was evil incarnate.
Just as Alex opened his mouth to break the silence, Morgan turned to Roxy and said, her tone regal and razor-sharp:
"I am Morgan, Queen of the Fairy Kingdom of Britain. You claim to wish for the crown, Master—tell me, do you have the stature to wear it?"
The words had barely left her lips before the staff in her hand twitched.
A blinding blue bolt of lightning tore through the sky and slammed down toward Roxy.
Her eyes widened in alarm. She began chanting rapidly, swinging her staff as a translucent barrier shimmered into existence around her.
Morgan's cool voice cut through the rumble of thunder.
"Not bad reflexes. But your chanting's too slow."
The lightning crashed into the barrier. It held for barely two seconds before cracking apart with a sharp snap.
The attack was too strong; Roxy's hastily cast shield couldn't possibly withstand it.
Alex moved instinctively, ready to help, but Hestia grabbed his arm.
"Don't. With your strength, you'd just get yourself killed."
"But I can't just stand here and watch her get bullied!" Alex protested, panic and anger bubbling up.
They were all from the same chat group. All shared the same secret. Watching one of their own get attacked—it didn't sit right with him.
Hestia, however, only gave him a calm look.
"Relax. That Servant's just testing her strength. If she really tries to kill Roxy, I'll intervene."
Alex clenched his fists tight, forcing himself to breathe.
Strength. Everything came down to strength.
If he had power, he wouldn't need to stand back.If he had power, he could've stopped Morgan the instant she struck.If he had power, he could've commanded her—to remind her who the Master truly was.
The thought burned in his chest, hot and bitter.
"Damn it… this powerless feeling really sucks."
Meanwhile, Roxy's barrier was about to shatter—but she didn't panic. Her lips moved in another swift chant, summoning three more layers of defense in a flash.
And then, she counterattacked.
"O great spirit of water, prince of the storm who walks the heavens! Hear my plea! Bring forth your fierce blessing, and let the small behold your might!"
Wind howled as her staff flared with blue light. The night sky darkened instantly, clouds boiling up to blot out the moon and stars.
Morgan's lightning smashed through Roxy's first barrier, then burned through two of the next three before dispersing.
Roxy's chant, though, wasn't even halfway done.
Morgan could have interrupted—she had more than enough time to strike again.But instead, she paused, watching with a faint flicker of curiosity.
"How interesting… your magic doesn't belong to this world, does it?"
The offhand comment made Roxy's pride sting. She gritted her teeth and chanted faster.
"By the hammer of the gods upon the anvil of creation, reveal your glory! Let the earth drown beneath the flood!"
The gem on her staff blazed brighter, amplifying her mana output.
Thunder rumbled in the clouds above, arcs of electricity tearing the sky apart under her control, threatening to destroy everything.
"Rain!Wash it all away—cleanse this world of everything!"
In an instant, rain came down in sheets, hammering the earth.
"Tempestuous Thunderstorm!"
With the final words of her incantation, countless bolts of lightning crashed from the heavens, converging on Morgan in a blinding storm.
"You arrogant Servant! Try blocking this! This isn't mere sorcery—it's magic!" Roxy shouted, voice ringing with fierce pride.
For the first time, Morgan's expression shifted—her eyes narrowed, serious now.
That spell's power was at least on par with an A-rank Noble Phantasm.A lesser Servant wouldn't have stood a chance.
Unfortunately for Roxy, her opponent was Morgan le Fay.
With a faint smile, Morgan's staff shimmered and transformed into a massive cross-shaped shield.
Alex's mouth twitched at the sight.
"Wait, that's… Galahad's Noble Phantasm—'The Distant Ideal Castle'?! Or… something like it."
The resemblance was uncanny—like the great round table of Camelot itself reborn as a barrier.
Thunder roared.
Countless bolts slammed into the shield, light swallowing everything for several long seconds.
When the storm finally ended, Roxy just stood there, frozen.
Her proud, saint-tier water magic—completely nullified. A single shield had blocked it all.
The lightning faded. Morgan's shield dissolved back into her staff.
She regarded Roxy with calm approval.
"Your strength isn't bad. But your chanting's still too slow. Learn to cast faster, and you could reach new heights. Also—your magic intrigues me. Consider that… my acknowledgment."
Roxy blinked, dazed. Recognition from a Servant like Morgan should've made her happy. But somehow, she just felt… defeated.
Morgan didn't seem to care about her reaction. She closed her eyes, feeling the pulse of this new world around her.
When she opened them again, that icy detachment was gone—replaced with something more composed, almost thoughtful.
"..."
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