After enthusiastically seeing Kama off, Rhode began to prepare for the Summoning ritual.
This was his purpose for coming here.
To summon a Servant for the Fuyuki Holy Grail War, one must be within Fuyuki City.
The only ones who can ignore this condition are the Einzbern, who always cheat and are always the first to be eliminated.
Although he had lived in a distinguished Magic family for three years, Rhode, who was addicted to wine and women, clearly had no intention of learning any Magic knowledge.
Rhode, unskilled but addicted, pulled out the little notebook Manaka had prepared for him.
It was densely filled with notes on the proper Heroic Spirit Summoning ritual in cute handwriting.
Set up the boundary field.
Place the offerings.
Finally, place the catalyst in front of the eight-pointed star Magic circle drawn with white chalk.
The catalyst was the one he had found in the old bug’s workshop half an hour ago—the Holy Relic used to summon Lancelot in the original Fate/Zero storyline.
This would be enough.
Although there would be compatibility issues with Iskandar and Diarmuid in the Fourth Holy Grail War, Lancelot was undoubtedly an excellent Heroic Spirit.
Rhode didn’t care how strong the summoned Heroic Spirit was—none of them were stronger than him anyway.
That being said, if the Fourth Holy Grail War was exactly the same as the original plot, it would be too boring.
For Rod, who originally treated the Holy Grail War as entertainment, change was necessary.
“Hmm… I won’t add the Mad Enhancement Spell, right? Let’s get a Saber Lancelot.”
Placing the catalyst on the ground, Rod left the magic circle and walked to the wall of the insect storage.
The summoning ritual officially began.
“—Declare. Your body is beneath me; I entrust my fate to your sword.”
He quietly straightened his arm, hid his smile, and focused all extraneous thoughts and emotions into a single point.
Thus, the simulated magic crest within his body awakened.
“Obey the Holy Grail’s summons. If you comply with this decree and the laws of heaven, you shall immediately answer—”
His shoulders trembled slightly, and magic flowed like hot water endlessly through the simulated magic crest.
Rod continued to utter the divine words, enjoying the sense of omnipotence that filled his mind.
“—Here I swear. I shall be the good of the world, eradicating all evil in the world. (Laughs)”
“Clothed in your three great divine words, from the wheel of inhibition, Guardian of the Scales—!”
With this, a strong wind swirled up from the summoning circle.
A dazzling blue light dyed the entire basement walls a shimmering aquamarine.
Then—
A crisp, noble voice, as if capable of sweeping away the insect stench, echoed through the Matou residence’s basement.
“Servant… Caster, Morgan, answering your summons.”
Platinum-like long hair, ivory skin, and an extremely luxurious Magician’s robe wrapped around a seductive, delicate body.
“Enemy of humanity, are you my summoner?”
…This is outrageous—I can’t hold it in.
I clearly put down Lancelot’s summoning catalyst, so how did a Morgan pop out?
Rod cast the newly summoned Servant aside and began to ponder, chin in hand.
“…Emmm. I see, there’s this kind of explanation too.”
That catalyst can summon not only the Lake Knight but also the Lake Fairy?
Ultimately, Lancelot was called the Lake Knight precisely because he was raised by Vivian.
In Type-Moon’s history, Morgan is a tripartite existence.
She is a composite character of Arthur’s two sisters, Morgan le Fay and Morgause, and the Lake Fairy Vivian.
Morgan le Fay, Arthur’s paternal half-sister, is also the primary antagonist in the Knights of the Round Table legends.
Morgause, Arthur’s paternal half-sister, is also an antagonist, but she is a heroic mother who bore five Knights of the Round Table.
Vivian is Lancelot’s foster mother, Merlin’s Disciple, and also the Lake Fairy who bestowed the holy sword upon Arthur.
Type-Moon’s Morgan possesses all of the above experiences and is interpreted as having three personalities.
Type-Moon’s multiple personalities are not uncommon; there are Leff, Morgan, Ryougi Shiki… I can see it now, all of you are incredibly skilled.
Oh, and I and Yahweh are also a tripartite existence.
Should I say it truly lives up to the sacred number [TIGA]?
Within Morgan’s body, her strongest personality, or rather, aspect, is undoubtedly that of the vengeful Fairy Queen.
Morgan was the true king who inherited the island’s mysteries and was loved by Britain, yet her father Yuser chose her younger sister as the kingdom’s successor.
Hating her father, hating her sister, hating the [humanity] that did not choose her, Morgan transformed into a Fairy Queen who spent her entire life seeking revenge.
“Tsk tsk tsk… This is quite something.”
The catalyst Zouken prepared must have been something the historical Morgan gave to Lancelot, so either could be summoned.
In terms of compatibility, I could undoubtedly only summon Morgan—
After all, Rod himself also carried the blood of a Britain Witch [Fairy] inherited from Manaka’s mother’s side.
Speaking of which, Morgan should still be alive now, right?
Her main body seems to exist in Avalon, having lived from the fifth century until now, occasionally active in Wales, and referred to as the [Black Madonna].
So—
Is the reason she was summoned [Independent Manifestation]?
“Master, are you… dissatisfied with me as the summoning result?”
Morgan’s voice interrupted Rod’s thoughts.
He then realized he had been silent for too long, which was quite rude.
Looking up, he saw Morgan’s beautiful face remained expressionless, showing no joy or anger.
The young man scratched his cheek and said with a forced smile, “—Ah, my apologies, my apologies. It’s not that; rather, I’m a bit overwhelmed by summoning such an excellent Heroic Spirit. Oh my, I never expected my Servant to be the legendary Fairy Consort Morgan… Isn’t this already a sure Victory! Caster, will you celebrate with me tonight with two bottles of champagne?” This chapter was taken from novelping dot com without permission.
Rod was indeed in a good mood.
But this wasn’t because he had summoned an overpowered Heroic Spirit, but because an interesting character had arrived.
The combination of anti-messiah and Black Madonna… Hmm, it seems this will be an enjoyable Holy Grail War.
“Victory is inevitable. Regarding this…”
Not paying much attention to her Master’s flattery, Morgan raised an eyebrow.
“Master, may I ask you a question?”
“As for a girlfriend, I don’t have one yet? As for mistresses, I have quite a few…”
In the dark cellar, Morgan stared intently at the black-haired young man with her blue eyes: “What I want to ask is, how many Servants do you intend to kill?”
Her voice was as pure as crystal, devoid of any emotion, as if she understood everything.
“?”
Huh?
What silly thing is she saying?
The number of enemies is naturally 6… Uh!
Rod’s expression froze.
A long silence, then.
His stiff expression turned into a loud laugh.
“Hahaha, hahahahahahaha! So that’s how it is! You’re asking me if I want to kill 6 or 7!? You’ve already figured it out? The moment you came into contact with me, you analyzed my human structure, and then you understood— The deepest truth hidden within this Holy Grail War System. Truly worthy of the Genius Morgan, it’s incredible.”
After a hearty laugh—
Instantly, the young man’s eyes emitted a sharp gaze.
Profound black pupils cast an icy killing intent towards the Fairy Queen.
“Your conjecture is correct, Caster. The winners who eliminate six Servants get a wish; the Holy Grail tells you that, right? But that’s not all. The original Three Founding Families concealed the most important fact: if seven Souls are gathered, the Dao to the Root can be opened. For this, the Master who knows the inside story will kill his own Servant with Command Seals after defeating the other six groups. From the very beginning, these Servants had no right to wish upon the Holy Grail.”
What an astonishing mind, Rod held his breath.
Morgan merely stood there observing my body and deduced the structure of the Beast, calculating that the total capacity of Heroic Spirits my body could hold was not 6—but 7.
Then, Morgan deduced the false entirety of the Holy Grail War.
“…Hoo.”
Caster bowed her head slightly, a barely perceptible curve forming at the corner of her lips.
Was it pride from being praised by her Master, or joy from encountering someone who understood her after a long time?
Probably both.
“…”
Morgan shook her head slightly, reining in the smile at her lips, and said in a cold tone,
“Please answer my question, Master. Do you intend to sacrifice 6 Souls? —Or 7, including me?”