But I need the Holy Grail’s ‘prana’ to complete the final piece of the puzzle.” He turned around and looked at Morgan.
At this time, although Morgan looked no different from an ordinary person, she was still essentially a Servant.
A spiritual body relying on Arthur’s prana to maintain her manifestation.
Once Arthur’s prana supply was cut off or an accident occurred, she would disappear.
“Morgan.” Arthur reached out and stroked her cold, perfect cheek.
“I don’t want you to be just a ‘dream.’ I want you to truly live.” “To live with body temperature, a heartbeat, the ability to feel pain, and the ability to feel joy.” Morgan was stunned.
Her icy blue eyes trembled.
Usually sharp-tongued, she was actually somewhat at a loss for words at this moment.
“You…
you want to use this omnipotent wish-granting machine just to…
reshape a physical body for me?” “Do you know how big of a waste this is?
This is prana that can dominate the world…” “How could the world be as important as you?” Arthur smiled, looking like a foolish tyrant.
He turned toward the Holy Grail and announced loudly: “Holy Grail!
Using this prana as fuel, through the miracle of the Third Magic (Heaven’s Feel), the Materialization of the Soul—” “Grant my wife, Morgan le Fay, a true body of flesh and blood!” Boom!!
The golden Holy Grail responded to the wish.
The massive torrent of prana, after being purified (removing the black mud), turned into the purest life energy, continuously pouring into Morgan’s body.
The blue spiritrons gradually faded, replaced by a rosy flush.
Her originally cold skin began to have warmth, and her static spiritual core turned into a beating heart.
A few minutes later.
The light dissipated.
Morgan stood in place, somewhat blankly raising her hand to touch her chest.
Thump, thump, thump.
It was a strong heartbeat belonging to a living being.
She was no longer a phantom on the Throne of Heroes, but a human (fairy) who had completely descended into this world.
“Fool…” Morgan’s eyes turned red.
She suddenly rushed forward and hugged Arthur tightly, with so much force it was as if she wanted to rub herself into his body.
“To do such a thing…
you really are an irredeemable fool of a king…” “But…
thank you, Arthur.” Feeling the warm, soft, and incredibly real sensation in his arms, Arthur knew he had succeeded.
“Alright.” Arthur patted Morgan’s back and glanced at Artoria, who was still wiping her tears.
He opened his other arm: “What are you still standing there for?
Do I have to invite you over?” Artoria broke into a smile through her tears.
She no longer hesitated and threw herself into Arthur’s other arm.
One in each arm.
Moreover, on the left was the Fairy Queen, and on the right was the King of Knights.
This was probably the most dangerous yet happiest position in the entire Type-Moon universe.
“Then, the Holy Grail War is officially over.” Arthur looked at the two women in his arms, then thought of Irisviel and Sakura upstairs.
“Next is our new life.” “Before that…” Morgan suddenly looked up.
Although there were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes, her gaze had returned to that of the possessive queen.
She reached out and pinched Arthur’s waist: “Since I have a physical body now, it means…
I can do many more things.” “Tonight, you must pay back what you owe me, with interest.” Artoria blushed.
Although shy, she still whispered: “That…
um, if it’s for a celebration, can I also…” Cold sweat ran down Arthur’s back.
Although he had a Red Dragon Heart and infinite stamina.
Facing these two…
no, including Irisviel, it might be three…
the days ahead would probably be a “war” in another sense.
However.
Arthur looked at the rising sun outside the window and showed a bright smile.
This kind of war, he was more than happy to see it through to the end.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”