The raging fire dyed the night sky orange.
The Matou Residence, which had stood there for over a hundred years, was turning to dust.
Like the evil Holy Capital Sodom, it was consumed by a great fire due to the sin of debauchery.
The one who set the fire, needless to say, was Rhode, who had done all sorts of bad things in the Matou Family.
He still held a thick stack of Matou Family land ownership certificates he had plundered, making him rich overnight.
Morgan stood in the night, her blue pupils coldly watching the luxurious Western-style house gradually being annihilated in the flames.
Incidentally, Morgan and Artoria are in the same situation as in the original work; since they have not died, they cannot astralize.
“Why did you do this? Making such a big commotion, it’s impossible not to be noticed by other Magicians participating in the ritual.”
It wasn’t a rebuke, nor was it a warning; she was simply curious.
Even for a woman like Morgan, who had exhausted all mysteries and knowledge, the thoughts of a beast were a completely unknown imaginary Domain.
“I had a very deep impression from playing games before, so I’ve wanted to try it for a long time. Hmm… it really is a nice view.”
Rhode said to Morgan in a rhetorical tone, “The last trace of the 800-year-old Zorgen Family has also disappeared from this planet. Don’t you find it very moving?”
As a witch who has lived for over 1500 years, Morgan should have some understanding of the once famous Zorgen.
What were her thoughts on it?
“…Hmph, it’s better for insects to die off quickly.”
Oh, Young Miss Witch doesn’t seem to have a single bit of sorrowful emotion about it.
“Let’s go back.”
After watching the conflagration enough, Rhode put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk towards the train station.
“By the way, Caster, have you played Red Dead Redemption 2?”
“No.”
Nonsense, it’s 1994 AD.
“That’s a shame. The protagonist’s name is quite interesting, you know?”
… Find the original chapter at g.com.
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Walking in the night, Morgan wore a provocative magical robe that exposed a large amount of fair skin and winding curves, with her smooth, long legs, glowing with a creamy luster, faintly visible beneath her skirt.
Particularly eye-catching was the deep red “?” engraved in the center of several stigmata on her exposed lower abdomen, yet no one along the way cast a glance at her.
Presumably, she used some kind of magic that interfered with others’ perception.
Sister Witch, if possible, can you teach me too?
I also want to learn hypnotic magic, and I promise I won’t use it in strange ways!
After walking for half an hour, Rhode and Morgan successfully boarded the night bus to Tokyo.
“Master, how much information do you have about the participants of this Holy Grail War?”
As soon as she settled into the soft seat on the bus, Morgan asked.
She rested her chin on one hand, her slender, fair legs crossed, gazing at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window.
Her high chest trembled slightly with the bumps of the bus, and her perfect spherical shape connected with her slender waist, outlining countless alluring curves.
Looking at the Caster beside him, Rhode was somewhat moved.
Moved by his Servant’s enthusiasm for work at 1 AM.
He briefly organized his thoughts in his mind, and then—
“Sorry! I have no idea at all! I only know that the Tohsaka Family’s Master will probably, possibly, or perhaps be their Clan Chief, hehe.”
“…Is that so.”
Morgan pursed her beautiful lips: I believed your evil!
You scoundrel, are you playing dumb with me again?
“No, wait… I saw in a magic-related newspaper last month that El-Melloi from the Mineralogy Department of the Clock Tower seemed to have announced his participation in the Fuyuki Holy Grail War.”
Of course, he made it up.
Even if there were academic journals like Nature and Science in the magic world, they would only be distributed within the Clock Tower, and outsiders like Rhode would not be able to see them.
After all, magic, unlike science, is inherently secretive.
Only when held by a few does truth become precious.
As for why he didn’t provide information about the participants to Caster, Rhode didn’t intend to hide his Transmigration identity; he just wanted to see her troubled, thoughtful expression.
Morgan glanced at the young Master beside her, a playful expression on her face: If you encounter a monster like you, who is beyond specification and malicious, that’s another matter.
While watching the highway night view outside the window, she spoke unhurriedly.
“The Three Founding Families who founded the Holy Grail are Tohsaka, Matou, and Einzbern, right? The Matou Family, which built the Command Seals System, has already been wiped out by you tonight. Among the remaining two, the Tohsaka Family is the manager of the Fuyuki ley lines; their role is to provide the battlefield for the Holy Grail War. The last one, Einzbern—is the technical core for the Holy Grail’s reappearance. If I’m not mistaken, they will dispatch the Homunculus, which serves as the prototype of the Holy Grail, to Fuyuki. The purpose, naturally, is to absorb the Souls of defeated Heroic Spirits and complete the great holy grail.”
Rhode blinked, then slapped his palm as if suddenly enlightened: “I see! So, the Einzbern’s Master is the Holy Grail vessel!”
Morgan glanced at him, speaking irritably.
“How is that possible? It’s just a mere Homunculus, not a Demonic Beast. How could it contain a Servant’s Soul without side effects? The Homunculus made into the Holy Grail will gradually lose its human characteristics as the battle deepens and the number of absorbed Heroic Souls increases, eventually turning into a non-human object. In that state, how could it perform the Master’s duties and participate in combat? Would the Einzbern really do all the work for someone else? If it were me, I would prepare separate Magicians for the Servant Master and the Homunculus for the Holy Grail vessel for the ritual.”
“Is that so? Now that you mention it, it does seem to be the case.”
Rhode clapped his hands softly: “Amazing, truly worthy of a Caster! Please teach me hypnosis magic!”
Morgan pouted slightly: “I don’t see what that has to do with hypnosis magic.”
Although she clearly knew her Master was pretending to be confused, Morgan still somewhat enjoyed being flattered.
It was the first time she had encountered someone so completely affirmative of her, and even if it wasn’t genuine, it was enough to make her feel lightheaded.
“Speaking of hypnosis magic… I feel a little sleepy. Hah hah hah hah hah…”
Rhode let out a grand yawn and said: “Caster, the bus won’t reach Tokyo until noon tomorrow, I’ll sleep for a bit first.”
“…Understood, I will monitor the surroundings, so you can rest assured and sleep.”
“No. Morgan, you are also human, and you actually need to sleep, right? There’s no need for monitoring or anything, you should rest well too.”
Morgan somewhat surprised, withdrew her gaze from outside the car window and looked at Rhode.
“…”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No, you didn’t.”
Morgan gently shook her head.
Closing her eyes, she smiled faintly.
“Good night, Master.”