"We got it..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the glittering Holy Grail in the man's hand, her eyes filled with a few extra degrees of admiration.
"So amazing..."
"Ian, how did you manage that?!"
"This..."
"It might be rather troublesome to explain. In any case, the matter is resolved now."
Ian looked at Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Let's go. It's time for us to return to Chaldea as well."
"That's so decisive. Aren't we going to say goodbye to Boudica? No matter what she said, she fought alongside us for a while, right?"
"..."
"No." Ian shook his head.
"If it's her, she will definitely understand me."
"Ian..."
"Alright, I understand!"
"Indeed, there are still many things to do. Leaving directly is also a good choice!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka held Ian's hand.
"Let's go back."
The [Coffin] closed once more. Ian and his party embarked on the journey back to Chaldea. Everything was clean and efficient, without any hesitation.
When the hatch of the [Coffin] opened again.
What appeared before Ian were the Chaldea personnel who had been waiting eagerly.
And at the very front of them was Olga Marie.
"Welcome back. You've worked hard this time as well."
Unsurprisingly, there was a celebration banquet. With the experience from last time, Olga Marie was obviously much more proficient.
Also unsurprisingly, Fujimaru Ritsuka, returning with the Holy Grail, once again became the protagonist in everyone's eyes.
She held Mash's hand, recounting to the crowd the dangers encountered along the way in the Singularity.
This time, Fujimaru Ritsuka had truly participated in the repair of the Singularity, so naturally, she had much more to say.
"Master, it seems your thunder has been completely stolen..."
Morgan, who had returned to Chaldea a step later, looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka being fawned over by the crowd with an expression that was somewhat unhappy.
"Clearly, the one who conquered that Beast in the end was you, wasn't it?"
"Does it make a difference?"
Ian asked in return.
"Whether it's Ritsuka or me who repaired the Singularity, isn't it all the same?"
"It's not the same!"
Morgan grabbed Ian's hand, showing a rare side of willfulness.
"My Master is clearly more amazing... I don't like things where others steal the spotlight like this!"
"Angry again?"
Knowing that Morgan wasn't entirely complaining on his behalf, but was associating this with the various unwillingness she felt in front of Artoria, Ian didn't expose her.
He just said softly:
"It doesn't matter."
"If others don't focus their attention on me, isn't it enough that you focus on me?"
"Is my status in Master's heart that high?" Morgan cupped her chin, revealing a playful expression. "It sounds almost like you're deceiving someone."
"Whether I'm deceiving you or not, won't you find out later?"
Ian embraced Morgan.
"Don't forget, I said that after returning to Chaldea, I would reward you properly."
"..."
Morgan's pupils widened slightly at that moment, but quickly returned to normal.
"Master has it backwards—I am the one who will reward Master."
"Is that so?"
"That would be fantastic."
A few minutes later, inside Ian's room.
After passing the door check with a hum, Morgan was led into the room by Ian.
"So this is Master's room... We left too much of a hurry last time, so I didn't have time to look carefully."
"There will be plenty of time for you to look later."
"Go sit up there."
Ian raised his eyebrows, signaling the location of the bed.
"..."
"Master is really direct." Morgan curled a lock of her hair, revealing a slightly displeased expression. "Couldn't you... be a little more gentlemanly?"
"Gentlemanly?"
"Yes."
Morgan's finger rubbed gently against the man's chest, as if writing some simple spell.
"Don't you think that at a time like this, you should treat me like a princess?"
"Or perhaps... in Master's heart, I cannot become such a character, and only my foolish sister is qualified to face such things?"
"Bringing up Artoria again..."
Ian hooked Morgan's chin.
"It seems you'd feel physically uncomfortable if you didn't mention her for a day."
"Then Master, you..."
Before Morgan could finish speaking, she found her feet leaving the ground completely.
The Witch of Britain immediately realized what had happened—he had picked her up.
"Master..."
"Alright, Princess of Britain, are you satisfied now?"
"..."
"More or less." Morgan turned her face away.
"Is that so? Then you must maintain that identity properly later as well."
"Eh?"
Morgan seemed to vaguely sense something—the man appeared to be up to some "bad deeds" again.
However...
That overly warm embrace left this Witch of Britain unable to think about anything else.
By the time she reacted, Morgan found herself...
Already tied to the bed!
Yes.
The Witch of Britain's hands were spread out left and right, bound by ropes to the ends of the bed;
And her legs were in the same situation, only slightly less straight.
She lay there displayed in a "great" shape (大), like a captive at someone's mercy.
"Master, you..."
"Eh, this is what you asked for."
Ian stopped the lips with which Morgan wanted to say more.
"You wanted to experience the treatment of a princess, right? But if it's a princess in distress, you shouldn't refuse that either."
"Is Master tricking me into a trap?"
Morgan lay on the bed, looking at the man before her without changing her expression.
"You should have known earlier that this kind of restraint is meaningless to me."
"But I will make it very meaningful."
Ian revealed his arm.
Like Fujimaru Ritsuka, he was a Master existing to conquer Singularities, so naturally, he also possessed the corresponding three Command Spells.
But unlike Fujimaru Ritsuka, he hadn't used a single one.
"Perception Enhancement · Tenfold."
A part of the Command Spells on the man's arm vanished.
And Morgan watched as the other party reached out his hand, leaning towards her.
The moment he merely touched a certain place on her chest, the Witch of Britain instantly felt her entire body tremble.
But before she could comprehend it, Morgan found the other party had retracted his hand.
"How was it?"
"I wasn't wrong, was I? If it's like this, you will absolutely not want to leave these restraints."
"By the way..."
"For the sake of you always bringing up Artoria, I'll tell you one more thing."
The man looked directly into Morgan's eyes, which had already become chaotic, and continued.
"Back with Artoria, there wasn't an experience of this level."
"In other words, you interest me more than she does."
"..."
Morgan stared straight at Ian.
She originally thought that she, who would use any means necessary to attack Artoria, was already quite despicable.
But...
Why could this man do things even more excessive than her?
And what was even more fatal was that she actually had no way to refuse?!
"Master, don't do this..."
"No, it must be like this."
Ian used the second Command Spell.
For Morgan, who was currently flustered and confused, any Command Spell would be extremely effective.
"Cognitive Enhancement · Focus."
"Starting now, all your attention will be focused on this matter. Until I release it, you are not allowed to think about other issues."
"Alright."
"Morgan, I will give you three seconds." The man smiled faintly. "So think carefully about how to answer me."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Master, I understand..."
"Do whatever you want to do."
With her reason controlled by that tingling, numbing sensation, Morgan turned her face to the side and spoke with a flushed face.
Because of her pride, she was rarely bullied like this.
However—
The man didn't seem to want to "let go" of Morgan just like that.
She heard him quickly continue:
"Is this the attitude the current you should have?"
"You should be begging me, understand?"
As Ian said this, he began to give Morgan brief stimulation, just like before.
Soon, the Witch of Britain realized she couldn't possibly be his opponent.
After several "resistances", she admitted defeat.
"Master..."
"Please... do even worse things!"
Morgan probably never dreamed that one day she would say such words.
And what was even worse...
She found that this actually felt quite nice.
"Wouldn't it have been better if you were like this earlier?"
"Princess of Britain, saying such words only gives it a more impactful feeling."
Morgan could indeed be counted as a Fairy Consort.
This "Fairy" didn't just refer to the uniqueness expressed by her lips, but referred to a deeper place.
Very impressive.
Not just ordinarily terrifying.
Even having experienced it with Mash, Ian still felt that Morgan's performance was far beyond that.
If Artoria was like a pair of pliers...
Then her sister would probably be a hydraulic clamp.
"Morgan, you truly are worthy of being a Witch."
"Master, please don't make such jokes at a time like this."
"But you clearly look very delighted, don't you?"
Ian gently stroked Morgan's cheek, feeling a warmth from it.
Morgan was just about to answer something, but was made to gasp by a vigorous thrust.
"At this point, are you still not going to tell the truth?"
"..."
"Master, do you always like to drive people to a corner like this?"
Morgan bit her lip.
She could feel that the other party was just one stroke away.
"Fine..."
"Master, I admit this makes me very happy, so... can you stop punishing me on that edge?"
As soon as her voice fell, Morgan felt her whole body heat up.
That contrast in perception nearly swallowed the Witch of Britain whole.
"Master~~~~"
Morgan cried out, and even the ropes binding her began to tighten a few degrees.
Silence.
The satisfied Witch lay there paralyzed.
She looked at the ceiling of the room, her eyes vacant.
The man didn't say much either, just silently accompanying her.
After a long time.
As if to break this silence, Morgan spoke softly:
"Master."
"Do you say... does someone like me deserve to find happiness?"
"That depends on how you define happiness, Morgan."
The man untied the Witch's restraints bit by bit.
But even after regaining her freedom, Morgan still didn't break away from that state.
"Defining happiness?"
"But I feel that being able to win against my idiot sister is the greatest happiness."
"Am I pathological for being like this?"
"You are."
Ian spoke bluntly.
"You were never a person with a good reputation to begin with, Morgan."
"Why would you think that in the eyes of others, you aren't pathological?"
"..."
Morgan stared at her Master, yet couldn't say a single word.
She wasn't some dull woman; on the contrary, because she had been squeezed out of too much performance space by Artoria, she was shrewder than anyone.
"Is that so..."
"I really am..."
"But no one has ever said that a pathological person is a wrong person, right?"
"..."
Before Morgan could finish her sentence, she heard Ian say this.
She sat up bit by bit and found that the man was already putting on his clothes.
"I'm quite pathological too."
"Do you think there's a problem with what I do?"
"..."
"Master, you seem to be saying self-contradictory things." Morgan climbed up as well and embraced him.
"But I don't think you have a problem."
"At least, there's no problem for me."
"As long as you understand."
Ian stroked Morgan's hand which was wrapped around his waist.
"Morgan, this world is also sick. Only those who are sick know how to prescribe the medicine."
"Therefore, our existence has meaning."
"Master..."
Feeling the man's caress, Morgan revealed a smile.
"Are you intending to make me accept all this calmly after humiliating me?"
"No."
Ian shook his head.
"Whether you accept it or not doesn't matter—because I know that no matter how many times, I have ways to make you lie there and beg me just like earlier."
"But Morgan..."
"Are you convinced?"
"Even with Artoria, I was the one who took the initiative to get hands-on."
"I'm not convinced."
"I will absolutely win against that idiot sister of mine."
Morgan also began to put on her own clothes.
"So, I will continue to stay by Master's side."
"Until a certain day when Master takes the initiative to command me, perhaps that will be the end of the journey."
"..."
"..."
Ian and Morgan looked at each other, and both began to straighten the still messy clothes for the other.
"Alright, Master, what are we going to do next?"
"Summon an even more powerful existence."
"Morgan, come help me." Ian grabbed Morgan's hand on his collar.
"I'm going to bring that 'Beast' of Rome to Chaldea!"
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