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Morgan straightened her posture, her expression regal and cold as she introduced herself to Roxy. "Berserker—Morgan. Queen of the Fairy Kingdom of Britain. The one who curses the course of human history. If you can tolerate that, then I'll lend you my strength as your Servant. But don't forget—my status as queen does not change. I expect you, my Master, to act accordingly... as my subject."
The sheer arrogance of that statement was on par with Gilgamesh himself. To her, a Master was nothing more than a glorified servant.
Roxy looked utterly crushed. What kind of nightmare did I summon into existence?
Why couldn't she get a Servant who actually listened?
At that moment, she couldn't help but envy Alex.
Merlin was perfect—obedient, gentle, practically the ideal big-sister type!
Alex gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder."Cheer up. Morgan may be a handful, but she's one of the top-tier Servants, easily. Her magic's god-level. She's probably eyeing your magic too—so why not learn from her while you can?"
The moment she heard that, Roxy's eyes lit up again, her despair replaced with determination.
Morgan glanced at Alex, sizing him up—then promptly lost interest.
But when her gaze shifted to Hestia, something changed.A spark flared in her eyes—part excitement, part battle intent.
Hestia raised a brow, smirking. "Oh? You wanna spar with me?"
In her own world, Hestia's divine powers were sealed. Everything she did there had limits—because the gods had made it a rule: descend to the mortal world, lose your divinity.
But this wasn't her world.
Here, in the Nasuverse, no such rules applied.
With her divine power unsealed, she could do whatever she wanted—and she was loving it.
Alex, however, was already sweating bullets. He could practically see the sparks between the two. Just as he was about to step in—
Morgan turned away. The battle intent vanished.
"My wisdom tells me that this is a fight I cannot win," she said matter-of-factly. "And a queen must never lose. Therefore, I won't fight."
Alex nearly choked. Right, so as long as she never fights someone stronger, she'll never lose. What kind of unbeatable logic is that?
"Tch, I thought you had some fight in you," Hestia muttered, losing interest just as quickly.
Alex looked up at the night sky. The dark thunderclouds from the "Grand Thunderstorm" had already dispersed. Judging by the moon's position, it was close to dawn.
He turned back to the group. "It's late. Let's head back."
Roxy muttered under her breath, "Dragged out in the middle of the night, fought my own Servant... like I'm supposed to sleep after that?"
Alex pretended not to hear and started toward the factory gates. Hestia chuckled and followed.
Roxy sighed, glancing back at Morgan before trudging after them. Morgan, as always, followed in silence, her face unreadable.
When they returned to the hotel, a new problem awaited them—no rooms left.
Alex's executive suite had six rooms: one for him, and one each for Luo Hao, Roxy, Hestia, and Esdeath. The last had gone to Merlin after she was summoned.
Which meant… no room for Morgan.
Alex rubbed his temples. "Money's getting tight. How about a single-bed room?" he asked tentatively.
Morgan gave him a withering look. "You would have a queen sleep in the lowest class of rooms?"
"I swear to—" Alex bit back a curse. If he weren't sure she could beat him into the floor, he'd have thrown hands right there.
"Fine," Hestia said with a lazy wave. She snapped her fingers and a small mountain of yen materialized from divine energy. "Get her another executive suite."
Morgan tilted her head. "Is that the highest class available?"
Alex opened his mouth to say yes—but Roxy, bless her naïve honesty, blurted out first, "Of course not! The presidential suite's the best one!"
She'd picked up quite a bit about modern life over the past few days and had wanted to show off her knowledge to her proud Servant.
Alex facepalmed. You're usually smart—why pick now to show off?
As expected, Morgan's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good. Then I'll have the presidential suite."
Alex sighed and grabbed a handful of Hestia's conjured yen. "Sure. Why not. Anything for Her Majesty."
This wasn't a Servant—this was a freeloader ancestor in royal form.
Once the room was booked, Morgan moved in immediately, dragging her "subject" Roxy along.
The presidential suite had more than enough bedrooms anyway.
Alex decided not to worry about them anymore. He washed up, changed into a soft, loose pajama set, and collapsed into bed.
He woke before dawn, eyes snapping open at four in the morning.
After days of strict training, his body now rose naturally with the rhythm of discipline.
First thing after waking—sign into the group chat. Priorities.
Leaving his room, he found Luo Hao already waiting in the hallway.
"Time for training," she said calmly.
"Right," Alex nodded, pulling on his training clothes before heading out toward the beach.
It took him about an hour to reach it—he'd chosen the farthest stretch of sand on purpose. If he got there in ten minutes, what kind of training would that be?
Besides, no one came here this early. Perfect.
The sky was still dim, a gray-blue haze just starting to lighten.
He settled into a horse stance by the shore, the waves lapping at his feet, and held it—an entire hour.
By six-thirty, dawn had broken. The sun peeked over the horizon, scattering gold across the sea.
Alex climbed onto a flat rock and sat cross-legged, facing the sun. He placed his palms upward and began channeling the energy of Beiming Divine Art, circulating the flow of magic through his body.
He could feel it—his magic surging faster and stronger. The ache in his legs from running and stance training faded away, replaced by steady warmth.
Luo Hao watched from the side, a faint smile touching her lips, pride and satisfaction glimmering in her eyes.
An hour later, around seven-thirty, she tossed him a box. He caught it and opened it to find breakfast prepared by the hotel—sandwiches, sushi, eggs, and a glass of milk.
He finished it in ten minutes and returned to meditation.
Two hours later—nine-forty.
Alex stood, stretching his arms and rolling his shoulders before glancing at Luo Hao, who was also deep in meditation.
When she opened her eyes, she stood with fluid grace. "Today's sparring—I'll be using a bit more strength."
"Got it," Alex replied, taking a ready stance.
Barehanded, he launched into an attack—three-pronged grapples from the Heavenly Mountain Plum Blossom Hand. His fingers hooked like claws, each strike aimed precisely at Luo Hao's joints.
But Luo Hao only needed one hand to deflect every move, her other hand calmly folded behind her back.
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