After Rod briefly introduced Caster to the Sajyou father and daughter, Morgan became a member of the household.
There was still nearly a month until the Holy Grail War officially began, and Rod secretly hoped that no unexpected troubles would arise during this month of cohabitation.
Manaka accepted Morgan, welcoming her.
Sajyou Hiroki, on the other hand, was a typical Magician who avoided excessive contact with Servants; he treated Morgan as if she were air.
Perhaps in his father’s eyes, Servants in the Holy Grail War were similar to the pigeon familiars in the Garden.
After Morgan moved in, the Sajyou continued their leisurely pace of life as before.
If there was anything that caught Rod’s attention—
“She’s a very cute child, isn’t she? Are you very interested in her?”
Rod quietly came behind Morgan and spoke to her.
Caster, standing silently before the Garden’s crystal door, her graceful figure enveloped in green, resembled a small palm tree.
Elegant and noble, yet very captivating.
Morgan’s deep blue eyes were fixed on the youngest child of the Sajyou, who was watering plants.
“Her name is Sajo Ayaka, Manaka’s younger sister.
As you can see, unlike Manaka, she is a child without such outstanding magical talent.
“How pitiful, to have such a beautiful and excellent older sister who can do anything.”
Rhode said indifferently, then gripped the doorknob at the garden entrance.
“…I’m going to play with her, do you want to come?”
“I don’t need to; if I go, I’ll only scare her.”
With that, Morgan turned and left.
Watching her graceful figure recede, Rhode wore a mischievous smile.
“How adorable, Vivian.”
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Caster Morgan was a perfect and omnipotent supermodel Servant.
Combat, support, reconnaissance, intellect—she was top-tier in every aspect, and incredibly pleasing to the eye.
If one had to point out a flaw, it was her inability to spiritualize, making her presence far too strong.
The Young Miss of witches always wore that luxurious black mage robe, revealing large expanses of her fair skin, leaving her lithe and voluptuous silhouette everywhere in the Sajyou residence.
Sajyou Hiroki and Ayaka, affected by Morgan’s magic, might not have noticed anything amiss, but for Rhode, it was truly difficult to know where to direct his gaze.
—It wasn’t that Rhode was too embarrassed to stare at Morgan in admiration; it was that staring for too long would earn him glares from his mother and aunt.
Fortunately, Morgan herself seemed to have realized this.
This morning, when only the two of them were home, Morgan proposed her idea of wanting to add to her wardrobe to Rhode.
“Yes, occasionally I want to wear clothes not woven from magical power.”
“After all, she’s a girl, I understand. Since you say so, of course, it’s no problem.”
Rhode pulled out his wallet from his pants pocket, feeling cheerful.
After all, Morgan’s personality was very autonomous and independent; it was rare for her to ask someone for a favor.
Money truly is a good thing, Rhode thought gleefully, I need to accelerate the handling of the Matou ill-gotten gains.
“Is three hundred thousand Japanese yen enough?”
Looking at Rhode, who was triumphantly fanning green ten-thousand-yen bills, Morgan shook her head and said, “No, that’s not what I meant. As for money, I’ve already prepared it. What I want to say is— Master, if you have time today, could you accompany me to pick them out?”
Rhode paused for a second, shifting his gaze from the variety show on the TV to Morgan’s face.
So, it’s an invitation to go shopping together?
“Date,” the word appeared in Rhode’s mind.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, the canned laughter from the TV flowing as background noise in the living room.
“Can I be of help?”
Rhode asked, and she nodded.
“I hope Master can give me references and opinions.”
Morgan said calmly, “If you don’t have time then…”
“Let’s go.”
Rhode stood up from the sofa decisively.
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Twenty minutes later, Rhode was ready to go out.
A casual outfit of a black knitted sweater, a gray down vest, and ripped jeans.
Around his neck was a red scarf hand-knitted by Manaka.
“Wow~~ What a handsome boya, are you a child star? Or a magazine model?”
Rhode muttered to himself while adjusting his bangs in the mirror.
On the other side, Morgan seemed to still be dawdling in her room.
Since it was a girl going out, taking some time was understandable.
Sent team voice message: “Caster, I’m waiting for you at the entrance.”
Low EQ: Not ready yet?
High EQ: I’m waiting for you.
“Sorry for making you wait. I’m coming now.” Morgan replied.
Sometimes, it’s really hard to understand Morgan, Rhode thought.
She was blessed with a peerless beauty that could topple nations, yet she always wore such heavy makeup, truly a shame for that pure face.
Moreover, she clearly used magic to obscure others’ gazes, so who exactly was she putting on makeup for normally?
As a result, after Morgan said “I’m coming now,” Rhode stood foolishly at the entrance for another 20 minutes before the heroine finally made her grand appearance.
Morgan’s black witch robe clung to her skin, her full bust and hips pushing against the close-fitting fabric, outlining her curvaceous figure.
Beneath the qipao-style skirt, a pair of long, fair legs were faintly visible, very alluring.
The overall style was sexy yet dignified, perfectly accentuating Morgan’s unapproachable, demonic queen-like aura.
—I’m sorry.
Although I tried my best to observe, there’s no difference from usual!
However, Morgan’s guilty expression as she walked towards him and the enchanting fragrance she emitted instantly swept away the boy’s accumulated impatience from waiting.
She averted her gaze, twirling the platinum-blonde hair that fell over her shoulder with her fingers, making it curl.
“I apologize. It took a little time, and I made you wait a long time.”
Rhode immediately replied smoothly, “I didn’t wait long at all, I just arrived too.”
Morgan stared at his face, blinked, and then—
“…Pfft, just arrived… Hahahaha, it’s not like we were meeting outside.”
Covering her lips with the back of her hand, she lowered her head and laughed out loud.
“Let’s go.”
“Okay, Master.”
Saying this, their hands intertwined.
It wasn’t that one person actively grasped the other’s hand, but rather the result of both of them tentatively reaching out a little at the same time.
Initially, it was a casual touch of fingertips.
Then, their five fingers intricately intertwined in unspoken understanding.
Since it’s a date, this is perfect.
To taste the fruit named “ambiguity,” sweeter than love itself.
—Creak.
The door of the Sajyou residence opened.
The boy and the witch’s lightly clasped hands also frantically, quickly separated.
Because the door wasn’t opened by Rhode.
Nor was it opened by Morgan.
Standing outside the door was Manaka.