The [Sword of Slaanesh] was continuously absorbing power.
It was like an egg, constantly breathing and contracting, as if it could break out at any moment and reveal its true form.
And Ian knew he still had to do something more.
A few nights later.
Boudica was respectfully offering fine wine to Ian.
Because they had put their faith in Ian's power, Britannia had not suffered a single defeat during this time.
And every time they conquered a place, the warriors of Britannia would hold the same kind of carnival locally.
Boudica was a bit uncomfortable with this at first, but soon, as Ian summoned her more and more often, she gradually adapted to it all.
"Please, have some fine wine, my Master."
"Mn…"
Taking the wine from Boudica's hand, Ian drank it in one gulp, then patted his thigh, gesturing for her to sit there.
"May I, my Master…"
"Can someone like me sit in that place?"
"Do you wish to defy my command, Boudica."
"I don't believe I have granted you that right, have I?"
"..."
"I'm sorry, I overstepped."
Boudica said this, then obediently sat on the man's lap and leaned into his embrace.
Of course, during this process, the future Queen of Britannia was naturally subjected to the man's fondling of her most impressive assets.
"Have you finished the task I gave you?"
"It is done."
Boudica said, her face slightly flushed.
"I have already selected a group of girls willing to offer themselves for this... As long as you require it, Master, they can be put to 'use' immediately."
"Very good."
"They won't have any complaints, will they? I don't want this to turn into some tragedy."
"They won't."
Boudica quickly replied.
"After experiencing the previous carnivals, they now flock to it, no longer feeling any aversion."
"Moreover—"
"If they knew it was to forge a blade for you, Master, they would be even happier."
"And what about you, Boudica?"
"Do you like this?"
"I…"
The Queen of Britannia showed a shy expression.
"I don't know."
"But... my riding skill has indeed improved because of this, and also…"
"My body hasn't experienced any discomfort either."
"That's good—"
The man leaned straight back, his whole body resting against the chair.
"Come, Boudica."
"You know how to maintain this protection for your people."
"Understood."
Almost at the same time.
Outside the tent, Morgan was panting slightly.
For her, the sounds from inside the tent were something she had heard quite a lot these past few days.
And—
Each time she heard it, she would notice that Boudica had become a bit more seductive than before.
This wasn't to say she was base or shameless; on the contrary, Morgan could feel that Boudica served Ian with a rather devout attitude.
Putting everything else aside, that zealous effort was definitely not something that could be "produced" by mere pleasure.
What a terrifying man…
Morgan couldn't help but think this once again.
After a while, Boudica walked out of the tent, covering her lips.
Her expression was happy and satisfied, as if she had received the favor of a god.
But what Morgan hadn't expected was that, with the thick feeling still lingering in her throat, she spoke:
"Um, Lord Ian asks you to go in."
"..."
"Was I discovered?"
"It seems so—but please don't worry, he seems to be in a very good mood. Perhaps he's just going to announce some good news to you."
"Is that so?"
Boudica's words put Morgan slightly at ease.
"I understand."
"I'll go in now."
Without saying anything more to the Boudica she admired, Morgan turned around and walked straight into the tent.
Unlike the absurd scene from before, Ian was now standing, looking at the strategic map behind him with a serious expression.
"Master, I'm here."
"Mn, come here quickly," Ian said without turning his head.
"What is it?"
Morgan came to Ian's side, and the next moment, he put his arm around her waist.
"..."
The Witch of Britain was naturally a little shy.
Ever since the day she was forcibly kissed and didn't resist, this man would hold her like this from time to time.
At first.
Morgan thought he was going to make improper advances on her.
But she later discovered it seemed to be just a habitual action of his, and she happened to be the "victim" of this habit.
"Master, what is it?"
"Here—"
"You should still remember what this place is, right?"
Following the man's finger, Morgan quickly noticed the strategic map.
Being extremely familiar with Britain, she could immediately understand how to answer, even in a different era.
"That's the border with Rome, isn't it—there's a great wall there to defend against Britannia."
"If I remember correctly, Chaldea previously provided us with intelligence that it would be the starting point of the Roman invasion."
"So you do remember…"
Ian said this, but his hand began to wander.
Soon, it rested on Morgan's buttocks.
"Master…"
"Mn?"
"It's nothing." Morgan slightly adjusted her breathing. "Master, please continue explaining what you want to say. I will listen carefully."
It's just a touch, nothing to make a fuss about.
After all…
Boudica has long been used at will. My current situation is already quite good in comparison.
But then again, his kneading is strangely comfortable.
Through the layer of her robe, Morgan found her thoughts were starting to become sluggish.
"Morgan, tell me—"
Ian's other free hand swept across the strategic map.
"Is it possible for us to go back the other way?"
"..."
Still feeling the man's five fingers closing, Morgan didn't immediately grasp what he meant.
"Master, are you going to…"
"Counter-attack, Morgan." Ian said plainly. "We don't have much time. On the premise that Boudica is destined to become queen, we have to speed things up."
"But Master—"
Morgan also extended a hand.
As the Princess of Britain, she was not someone who knew nothing of war.
"Putting aside the counter-attack, I believe I've already explained that there's a great wall here to defend against Britannia."
"It might be an insignificant obstacle for you, but considering the other warriors, advancing rashly won't be so easy, will it?"
"True."
Ian very naturally patted Morgan's buttocks, as if praising her insight.
And amidst the Witch's shy gaze, he quickly continued:
"But if we just destroy it directly, that problem wouldn't exist, would it?"
"..."
It was simple and crude thinking. Although she didn't feel it contradicted Ian's personality, Morgan couldn't help but be astonished.
"Master, do you know what you're saying?"
"If my memory serves, this is a great wall that stretches for a hundred li. Destroying it is no simple matter."
"Even I would have to consider the method—of course, if you really need this done, Master, please give me two days to prepare."
"Bombarding it with great Magecraft should yield some results."
"You can really do it?"
Ian pinched Morgan's buttocks with some excitement.
The latter couldn't help but cry out, but immediately restrained herself.
"To prove I'm no worse than that idiot sister, this level of destruction is something I absolutely must be able to do."
"But Master, can you tell me your intention?"
"I didn't expect you'd have times when you don't understand—"
Ian said this and began to explain.
"If you want to light a pile of hay, how would you do it?"
"Bring the fire to it?" Morgan answered tentatively.
"Correct, that is one way, but... is it possible to reverse it and have the hay find the fire itself?"
"..."
Morgan's brows furrowed tightly.
"Master, you mean to actively create the events that are supposed to happen?"
"It really has to be you. You understand as soon as I say it."
Ian's hand applied a bit more force; it seemed that whenever he was satisfied with Morgan's answer, the man would express his feelings so directly.
"Since the Singularity is going to disappear from the start, we don't need to worry too much. As long as we artificially create those necessary events…"
"...we can make the Singularity no longer 'singular,' but instead follow the established history, which is equivalent to erasing its existence…"
Morgan had completely opened up her line of thinking.
"By doing so, the anomaly that should have been hidden will reveal itself."
"Yes, that's exactly it."
Ian laughed.
"I don't know if this theory is truly feasible, but... it should be worth a try, don't you think?"
"I've already contacted Ritsuka's side. They will help out at that time as well."
"Not Rome invading Britannia, but Britannia counter-attacking Rome. If we do that… we will surely understand where the problem lies."
"Master, you truly are a madman…"
Morgan lamented this once again.
She had thought she was the type to act with extreme disregard for the consequences, but after this period of contact with Ian…
Morgan found that compared to him, she wasn't quite pathological enough.
The cycles this man had endured seemed to have long since destroyed his original sanity.
"What's wrong with being a madman?"
"A madman can protect the ones he wants to protect, can't he?"
"Don't you want to become that kind of person?"
"By the way—"
Ian's gaze fell upon Morgan.
That look, as if preparing to eat, had already exposed his current thoughts about her.
"Since you don't resist my advances at all, does that mean you're ready to offer yourself?"
"..."
Morgan felt her breathing stop for a moment.
That's right.
That hand wasn't some habitual action; it was him, testing her.
In other words, while with Boudica, had he already thought about what he would do to her next?
Not a forgotten object, but an absolutely necessary Servant.
But, I still feel…
I haven't reached the point where I want that, but I can't outright refuse either.
After much thought, Morgan came up with a compromise.
"Master, I don't have such thoughts for the time being."
"However…"
"If you wish to use a Command Spell to order me to do so, I believe that would be acceptable."
A temporary refusal.
But also afraid he would lose interest in her because of it.
Morgan offered a solution that served both purposes—a forced command from his Command Spell.
To be honest, for the Princess of Britain, the binding power of something like that was practically zero.
But if he truly had an urgent desire, then it wasn't as if she couldn't give up resisting it. That way… it wouldn't be considered an offering of loyalty, but simply being forced.
"No."
While Morgan was still contemplating what position they would be in, the man spoke.
"I won't use a single Command Spell on you, Morgan."
"Since you don't feel that way yet, let's give up on it for now."
"However—"
"Sooner or later, you will come to me willingly, understand?"
"..."
Morgan turned her face away.
"Perhaps."
"If that day truly comes, Master, I swear I will offer everything to let you experience ultimate pleasure."
"And not…"
"...the ugly sight of my idiot sister lying there motionless."
"Hahahaha."
Ian laughed.
"Even at a time like this, you still resent Artoria?"
"You really are worth cultivating, Morgan—"
"Master, your hand is getting more and more out of line." The Witch of Britain said, blushing, but didn't push his hand away. "You should know this is not the right way to make me submit."
"A Servant who only yields to sensation should be meaningless to you, right?"
"That's why I'm just enjoying my own pleasure, Morgan."
"Moreover—"
"Since you know my plan." A sharp glint flashed in Ian's eyes. "Then you should know what else I intend to do."
"You need a weapon, Master."
"The kind of weapon that can break through the defensive wall," Morgan said bluntly.
"Yes, Morgan."
Ian embraced this perceptive Witch.
"The girls for the offering are ready—"
"Come help me 'hatch' the [Sword of Slaanesh]."
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