The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, playfully dancing on the deep blue bed.
After last night’s “high-intensity mana replenishment,” even Morgan, despite being a Heroic Spirit, showed a rare sign of fatigue at this moment.
This usually arrogant and peerless Fairy Queen was now curled up in Arthur’s arms like a lazy Persian cat.
One of her long legs rested unceremoniously on Arthur, her silver-white hair cascading like a waterfall over the black pillow.
Her exquisite sleeping face was less cold and more unguardedly charming.
Arthur woke up.
He just wanted to move his arm, which had gone numb from the pressure.
“…Don’t move.” Morgan’s indistinct murmur came from his arms.
She kept her eyes closed, her brow slightly furrowed, and instead hugged him tighter, rubbing her face against Arthur’s chest.
“Be my body pillow for another ten minutes…
This is the Queen’s order.” Arthur couldn’t help but laugh.
Who would have thought that the cold witch who killed eighty Hassans in one hit last night would be oversleeping now?
He reached out and gently smoothed Morgan’s slightly messy long hair, his fingertips grazing her smooth back.
“The sun is hitting your backside, my Queen.
Didn’t we agree to teach Sakura advanced magecraft today?” “So noisy…” Morgan slowly opened one eye, her icy blue pupils filled with the look of “not wanting to work.” “That brat’s talent is too poor; teaching her is exhausting.
And…” Morgan looked up at Arthur’s face close by, a mischievous smile suddenly playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Instead of teaching a disciple, I’d rather ‘eat’ breakfast right now.” Before Arthur could react, the Queen had already flipped over and pinned him down, delivering a morning kiss filled with a lazy morning aura.
It was long and deep.
Not until both were slightly breathless did Morgan release him with satisfaction, licking her lips.
“Mmm, today’s mana tastes good.
You can get up and prepare the meal now, my kings husband.” Arthur helplessly pinched her cheek.
“As you command, lazy cat.” …After washing up and going downstairs.
He originally expected to see Artoria in a frenzy of eating, but the scene was somewhat unexpected.
In front of the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window.
Artoria was wearing that white knit sweater, sitting in a chair, holding a fashion magazine given to her by Irisviel.
Her expression was as serious as if she were studying a battle map.
Meanwhile, Irisviel stood behind her, holding a comb, looking a bit troubled.
“What’s wrong?” Arthur walked over and asked.
“Ah, Arthur.” Irisviel turned around and smiled helplessly.
“Saber said she wanted to change her hairstyle because you said last night she…
well, looked like a girl.
But she only seems to know how to do that battle-ready bun.” Artoria’s face instantly turned red down to her neck, and the magazine in her hand was nearly crumpled.
“I-I just think that to blend into modern society, a disguise is necessary!
It’s not because I want to dress up or anything…” A typical tsundere remark.
Arthur smiled, walked to Irisviel’s side, and took the comb.
“Let me do it.” “Eh?
Arthur, you know how?” Irisviel was somewhat surprised.
“I got used to grooming lions in the past.” Standing behind Artoria, Arthur gently untied the iconic blue hair ribbon on her head.
Her golden hair instantly cascaded down like liquid gold, spreading over her shoulders.
Artoria was stiff all over, not even daring to breathe loudly.
The man’s palm was warm and strong.
The sensation of his fingers passing through her hair made her scalp tingle, and her heart felt like a deer racing wildly.
This was the first time a member of the opposite sex had touched her hair so gently.
“Saber, your hair is very beautiful.
Its texture is better than the finest silk.” While combing, Arthur looked at Artoria in the mirror.
With her hair down, she instantly shed that sharp, heroic aura, revealing the original softness belonging to a young girl.
“I-Is that so…” Artoria looked at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing herself.
“But like this…
it might block my vision during battle…” “Now is not the time for the battlefield, it is for home.” Arthur leaned down, his hands resting on her shoulders, meeting her eyes in the mirror.
“At home, you don’t need to hold a sword at all times, nor do you need to be constantly alert.
You can just be Artoria, an ordinary girl who likes delicious food and pretty clothes.” “Just be myself…?” Artoria murmured to herself.
Looking at the man standing behind her in the mirror with eyes full of tenderness, the corners of her mouth finally couldn’t help but turn up slightly, revealing a smile as stunning as a night-blooming cereus.
“If you don’t mind…
please help me tie a ponytail.
That…
would be more refreshing.” “My pleasure.” …At the breakfast table, the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.
Although Morgan still habitually made a few sharp-tongued comments, she quieted down after eating Arthur’s special strawberry pancakes.
Irisviel watched this scene— Arthur was wiping Sakura’s mouth, Artoria was fighting Morgan for the last pancake, and she herself had a glass of warm milk carefully poured by Arthur.
This kind of warm, noisy life, full of the breath of daily life.
It was a scene she couldn’t even imagine in her dreams back in the cold Einzbern castle.
If…
if Illya could be here too…
Thinking of her daughter still in Germany, Irisviel’s eyes suddenly dimmed.
After the Holy Grail War ends, regardless of victory or defeat, her fate as a vessel…
and Illya’s fate as the next generation’s vessel…
A warm, large hand suddenly covered the back of her hand.
Irisviel looked up and met Arthur’s emerald eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through one’s heart.
“Don’t make an expression like you’re saying goodbye, Irisviel.” “Arthur…” “I know what you’re worried about.” Arthur gripped her hand tightly, saying in front of everyone (Morgan rolled her eyes but didn’t stop him, and Artoria stopped eating): “After this war is over, I will go to Germany.” “I will bring Illya here.” “Since I’ve already adopted Sakura, raising one more daughter won’t make a difference.
If those decaying old fossils of the Einzbern family dare to stand in the way, I’ll tear down their castle.” Irisviel’s pupils constricted violently, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
This was the deepest fear in her heart, and also her greatest longing.
This man…
he wasn’t just saving her life; he was going to redeem her entire soul as a mother.
“Is it…
really okay?” Irisviel sobbed.
“That’s making an enemy of an entire prestigious Magician family…” “Prestigious family?” Morgan gave a cold sneer from the side, interjecting with extreme dominance: “Just a bunch of third-rate magi playing with alchemy.
As long as Arthur wants to do it, I’ll help him burn that forest to the ground.
You just need to consider how to serve us well in the future, Irisviel.” “That’s right.” Artoria also put down her fork, her gaze firm.
“To protect Irisviel’s happiness, my sword will not hesitate!” Looking at these faces that were fearless for her sake.
Irisviel finally couldn’t hold it back and covered her mouth, crying out loud.
But those were not tears of sadness.
They were tears of joy.
“Thank you…
thank you all…” Sunlight filled the dining room.
At this moment, in this Holy Grail War composed of lies and slaughter, a truly indestructible “home” was born.
Arthur looked at the maxed-out affection levels of everyone on the system panel, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
Next, it was time to send that The Oldest King on his way.