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SM : [101] He is Him!
🕑 Added 2024-05-14 16:00:11 +0000 UTCReinhard woke up in a less than ideal state.
Dazed and heavy with lethargy, he emerged from the depths of unconsciousness.
The black-haired youth slowly opened his eyes.
A simple chandelier hung from the ceiling, unlit.
The deep brown velvet curtains obscured the dim dusk of London, separating the room from the gloomy twilight outside.
This was... the Clock Tower.
His familiar bedroom.
So... did the second simulation end?
For a teenager of barely sixteen years, life felt like a dream.
Upon waking up, there was always a sense of melancholy and emptiness, as if his body had been hollowed out...
Rubbing his temples, Reinhard slowly sat up in bed.
However... as he straightened his back, he suddenly felt a wave of weakness, a strong tingling sensation akin to being electrified, surged through his spine.
"…?!"
Reinhard grasped the bed tightly, preventing himself from collapsing onto the pillow.
Inside the dim and heavy bedroom.
His vision gradually adjusted to the dim light.
He then finally noticed that the blanket covering his lower body had formed a rather subtle bulge... and at that moment, it was restlessly moving.
As the blanket continued to undulate.
A continuous and persistent stimulation, like surging tides, rushed through his nerves.
"Slurp...Gluck... Gluck... "
Accompanied by a strange wet and slippery sound.
Reinhard bit his lip, trying to endure the sensation, and slowly lifted the wriggling blanket, which showed his witch sucking on his rod.
Morgan raised her head, her gaze lowered.
Green and deep ink-colored eyes met instantly.
"Good evening, hubby."
The witch's expression was charming, her eyes shimmering with allure.
She stuck out her small tongue and licked her lips provocatively, her gaze full of endless charm.
"These past three days... have you been sleeping well?"
"…What do you think?"
It's not about whether I've been sleeping well, it's about whether my dear wife has been sneaking into my bed for three days?
Seemingly understanding her husband's gaze.
Morgan grasped his rod in her hand, her fingers gently stroking it like playing a harp, causing Reinhard to emit an uncontrollable gasp of cold air.
"That's right~ You fell into a coma, how could I not take care of you? I care about you, hubby, I wouldn't trust anyone else to come near you."
Reinhard coughed and grabbed Morgan's restless little hand, pulling her up, and locking eyes with her.
"...Is this how witches care for people?"
Morgan leaned in, licking Reinhard's lips, smiling seductively, "Is my care not enough?"
Tch, your care means draining my dry, doesn't it?
I should have guessed from the start.
Her breath, tantalizing and delicate like orchids.
Vaguely, Morgan seemed to notice her ungraceful posture from Reinhard's deep eyes.
So, she lightly squinted her azure eyes, her lips curled in a sticky curl, she licked the sticky hair on her face, and gracefully licked it into her wet and vermilion lips.
Hiss...
Too much.
"Um, delicious~
"Although, you haven't moved for these past few days, making me feel quite lonely."
The witch chuckled softly.
"But, your taste is still quite good, hubby... I come to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you every day... and afternoon tea, of course. Yes, it's exactly dinner time now."
"…"
Is your dinner considered a proper meal?
What a character, so to speak, in these few days, he had become an automatic mana charging station.
"You clearly don't lack magical energy, my dear."
"But I'm hungry, and when I'm hungry, I must taste hubby's lips."
"Then... at least let me take a bath first?" Reinhard kissed her, running his hand through his messy hair. He had been lying on the bed for three days in a coma, and he didn't smell too good.
"I refuse." The witch pressed herself against him, her hands making a big 'X' gesture before wrapping around his neck. She smiled sweetly, "I just love the scent of you, hubby."
"Now that you're finally awake, forget about bathing... for now." Morgan licked her vermilion lips, "We'll take a bath together later, remember to fill the tub."
The witch nibbled on Reinhard's earlobe, whispering softly, "I am your bathtub."
"…"
What else could he say?
"Just don't complain if it overflows."
You're playing with fire, woman.
As the twilight of London crept in, the cozy warmth of the evening sun poured through the curtains, like the gentle coda of an elegant and soothing melody. A few lazy rays of light reflected on the witch's azure lakes, creating faint and ambiguous golden ripples.
Cupping Reinhard's face in her hands.
The witch overwhelmed him in the twilight of London.
...
Morgan's experiences weren't going as well as she hoped.
Despite having the upper hand, having developed her magical prowess over a millennium, she found herself gradually faltering in this relentless and intense duel, eventually succumbing to exhaustion and having to pause to recover her strength.
While twitching and convulsing.
She collapsed onto the thoroughly soaked sheets.
With her azure eyes half-closed in blissful exhaustion, Morgan couldn't help but feel a mix of satisfaction and incredulity.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
To think that she... was defeated?!
Whether it was a thousand years ago in Londinium or a thousand years later in London, Morgan had always dominated Reinhard in their intense sparring sessions, displaying her exquisite skills in bed combat arts.
But now, with Reinhard comatose for three days, Morgan, seizing the opportunity, had launched her assault. With favorable conditions and reinforcements on her side, how could she lose this skirmish?!
However, after three days of comatose slumber, Reinhard not only showed no signs of fatigue but also exhibited significantly improved endurance, recovery, and explosive power. His overall bed combat capabilities surpassed hers by a wide margin, dealing a severe blow to Morgan's arrogance and leaving her defeated in their daily clashes.
What's more, to her embarrassment, Reinhard hadn't even replenished his fluids this time!
Something was different.
Morgan sensed it the moment she woke up. Reinhard seemed different.
At the beginning of their duel, she had the upper hand, exploiting the rifts she had created over a thousand years and employing various tactics to toy with Reinhard. But now, Reinhard seemed to possess inexhaustible energy, effortlessly wielding various unique techniques, and displaying unparalleled determination and patience. She couldn't withstand Reinhard's relentless attacks, frequently getting pierced through her defenses, and her health bar was on the brink of depletion several times!
She had boasted about filling the bathtub, but Reinhard had exceeded the goal within an hour!
Within two hours, Morgan had been utterly defeated, curling up on the bed, weak and powerless, emitting feeble moans akin to those of a defeated knight.
And it wasn't even dark yet.
Outside the window, London's twilight lingered, with the last traces of its brilliant glow remaining.
Inside the bedroom.
With Morgan now collapsed on the bed, her expression somewhat dazed, her lips slightly cracked from dehydration.
She had lost, and she had lost thoroughly.
Gently, Reinhard carried Morgan to the bathroom, washing away the traces of their fierce battle. Humming a tune, he wrapped Morgan's trembling and soft body in the blanket, like a spring roll.
Is that all?
Thought he'd be devoured and wiped clean tonight.
It was only eight o'clock.
Reinhard, feeling refreshed and invigorated, glanced at the clock, mercilessly mocking the defeated witch.
"Tired, my dear? I brought you some late-night snacks."
"Mm..."
Blushing, Morgan turned her face away, biting her vermilion lips. Deep down, she still couldn't accept her defeat. What had her husband been up to in these three days of slumber, mastering such transcendent techniques?!
So skilled, so ferocious, so... irresistible!
Did her husband go behind her back and learn from other bimbo?
Oh well, since she had already lost, and the medals and trophies were already in hand, she might as well focus on honing her skills.
Blushing, Morgan buried her face in the pillow. Although her body was filled to the brim, she felt somewhat parched due to the loss of fluids.
"I'd like some water, dear..."
Her soft words buzzed like a hum.
Reinhard glanced around the messy bedroom. Since Morgan had drunk enough, she couldn't be referring to that... she meant something else.
So, he casually grabbed a shirt from the wardrobe, threw it on, and headed for the door, preparing to buy some late-night snacks.
The outskirts of London weren't very safe at night, especially in a city like Clock Tower, filled with all sorts of magus. Over the past year, every time Reinhard went out for late-night snacks, he encountered an assassination attempt 0.43 times on average.
But, he had to admit, London was a bit better than Fuyuki, at least the gas pipelines were quite stable.
However... as he opened the door.
Reinhard's expression froze.
"...Gray?"
The figure standing at the bedroom door was that of a delicate and adorable girl with a hood covering her silver hair. Clutching a large bag of snacks and late-night treats to her chest, she trembled with embarrassment as she spoke in a halting, nervous voice.
"Y-You're awake senpai."
Her head was deeply buried, her voice quivering with shyness, betraying a palpable sense of anxiety.
"I thought... thought that since you've been asleep for three days... you might be hungry, so Gray went... went to buy you some late-night snacks..."
"Thank you."
Reinhard smiled as he accepted her offering of comfort supplies.
"Hey, where Add?"
Noticing that Gray not carrying a golden birdcage now, Reinhard found it somewhat unusual.
"Add... It..." Gray hesitated for a moment, "...It dares not come to this place."
It dares not?
Oh, Reinhard pondered for a moment before understanding.
Because of Morgan, right?
Add was none other than the mystic code crafted by Morgan.
Through their deep conversations, Reinhard had learned about the experiences of the witch over the years.
After dismantling the Holy Lance, Morgan couldn't even summon her husband with it anymore. It became nothing more than a toy to her, less powerful than projecting Rhongomyniad. So, she casually tossed it to the gatekeepers' tribe.
Various magecraft of the age of gods, searches within the inner sea of the planet, analysis grand servants summoning, and reverse analysis of Chaldea's rayshifting...
The resurrection of Alvin was just one of her many attempts when she was in despair.
Realizing that Alvin didn't respond to her summoning, indicating that his husband hadn't ascended to the Throne of Heroes, filled the witch with hope, tears of joy streaming down her face. She had long forgotten about this little matter.
She forgot, but Add couldn't.
The Enchantress. The Witch. The Black Madonna.
Not many people knew the true nature of Morgan's history, but these titles sparked one's imagination, sounding nothing like a good person.
And indeed, from the perspective of human history, Reinhard considered his family was full of villains, a precise assessment.
"Well, Morgan is actually quite nice, with me around. Let Add know not to be afraid."
Knowing that Add's pseudo-personality was Kay, and Gray was created by Morgan, Alvin's gender-swapped clone, Reinhard couldn't help but feel that this combination of the girl and the Holy Lance was somewhat strange.
Previously Kay served Artoria as a knight, and now, in another form, accompanying another Alvin by his side.
It must be said, it's a fascinating coincidence.
It's just... Arotria, she lost.
Thinking of that golden-haired girl standing tall in a field full of wheat, refusing to admit defeat, Reinhard felt a twinge of nostalgia for her stubborn expression.
He wondered how she fared in the Fourth Holy Grail War? How could she be summoned in her Alter form? She probably won't be penetrated by the three kings' meeting again.
No... rather than being penetrated, according to Reinhard's understanding of this world and Artoria, she would probably draw her sword and slash that goldenboy directly.
Looking at Gray standing before him, that face filled with nostalgia, Reinhard's thoughts began to wander.
The silver-haired girl with the hood, gazing at the black-haired youth before her, also seemed momentarily lost in thought, her gaze unfocused and hesitating, as if she had realized something, then immediately lowered her gaze in embarrassment.
"S-Senpai, you just... woke up, you must pay attention... to your health!"
Gray bowed deeply, her voice tense, not quite sure what she was reminding him of.
That's right.
What should senpai pay attention to in his health?
Senpai is strong enough to break the Clock Tower with a punch. Does he still need to pay attention to his body?
On the Mystic Eyes Collection Train, she and other losers looked at the swaying chandeliers for three days, if they were there, they probably couldn't hold on for half an hour, just thinking about it made her feel dehydrated.
The Clock Tower should be the one paying attention to its health.
"G-Gray will go first! Take care of yourself!"
Realizing the subtle implications of her words.
The silver-haired girl blushed and turned away, as if hiding something, then hurriedly trotted down the corridor, quickly disappearing into the distance.
"Huh? Aren't we eating together?"
Reinhard, holding various bags in his hands, glanced at their contents: three sets of utensils and clearly enough late-night snacks for three people...
He felt too embarrassed to expose her.
However, upon hearing those words...
With a speed faster than leaving, the silver-haired girl immediately turned around, striding back with the aura of a conqueror.
"In that case, Gray would be impolite to refuse!"
Ever since the confrontation and declaration with Morgan a few days ago, Gray had decided that she would seize every opportunity to spend time with Reinhard.
Relationships were about quality, not quantity.
Miss Morgan, do your thousand-year-old bonds with senpai make you nobler than my few years?
Even if she couldn't win senpai's heart, she would swear to preserve this bond.
For the past few days, Morgan had been dining alone, and Gray felt embarrassed to intrude. But now, senpai had personally invited her! Even that witch couldn't find fault with that!
"In that case, I'll disturb you, senpai!"
Gray's voice rang out confidently, giving Reinhard the illusion of going into battle with righteousness.
Taking the bags from Reinhard's hands, Gray strode into the bedroom as if it were her own... indeed, she had been here many times before, so familiar that she knew the layout like the back of her hand, even down to the soap in the bathroom!
I've been to senpai's room so many times, while you've only been here for a few days, Miss Morgan.
I win!
With the determination of going into battle, Gray marched straight into Reinhard's bedroom.
And then... she saw the lazy figure lying on the bed, the silver-haired witch clad in a thin shirt.
Seeing her enter the room, Morgan glanced over casually, a subtle smirk playing on her lips.
"Gray, my dear, thank you for the late-night snacks."
With an imperious air that resembled a queen's, the witch casually issued her command.
"Put them on the table."
"..."
Seeing that witch sleeping in her senpai's bed made her so jealous that she wanted to pull out her hair, she had never even sat in his bed.
And is that... senpai's clothes?!
The air was filled with a romantic scent, causing the silver-haired girl to blush involuntarily.
Seeing the blotchy wet marks on the bed, she couldn't feel the awe of squatting at the door and listening to the wall.
Guh... I lost...
This witch completely disregards me!
Reinhard let out a deep sigh.
Gracefully placing her offerings on the table, Gray turned to smile warmly at her approaching senpai.
So what if she lost? What did it matter!
Perhaps you can win once, or twice, or many times, but you can't win every time, Miss Morgan!
You may have won before and now, but don't you know the curse of win streak? Now you may win continuously but eventually, you'll lose it all!
The mess on the floor, the damp sheets, the lingering scent, the crumpled paper in the bin, the foam in the bathroom...
Reinhard, now noticing the disorder of the battlefield, casually waved his hand, creating a ripple of imaginary number energy that absorbed the damp clothes and summoned a cleaning familiar to start tidying up the water stains in the room, while also opening the windows for ventilation.
Finally, he smiled at Morgan.
"Care for some food?"
"Why not."
The witch smiled coyly, lifting her hand to tie up her disheveled silver hair into a high ponytail behind her head. Her husband's white shirt draped over her, accentuating her infinitely enticing curves beneath the office attire. Her legs, now in a pair of new black stockings, exuded a tantalizing hint of translucency.
In these past few days, Morgan had opted for more familiar modern attire to blend in with London's environment.
Reinhard had to admit, it suited her well. The noble and enchanting Britannian queen had instantly transformed into a beautiful sight in London.
"But then again..."
The witch settled elegantly on the couch, squeezing beside Reinhard, gracefully crossing her legs wrapped in black fabric, leaning against the black-haired youth as she delicately caressed his cheek with slender fingertips, her alluring breath carrying the fragrance of orchids.
"Hubby, feed me."
The term of endearment caused Gray, who had been sitting up straight, to bite her lip tightly.
With determination, the silver-haired girl walked over and squeezed herself beside Reinhard, but she couldn't bring herself to say something like "feed me, senpai," that would be too embarrassing, wouldn't it? This shameless witch was truly invincible!
And besides...
She bought the late-night snacks herself!
Gray could only watch as Reinhard spoon-fed the exquisite strawberry cake into the witch's mouth, causing her to sweetly squint her sapphire eyes, giving Gray a peculiar sense of being ignored.
In between them stood the black-haired youth.
The witch's playful, subtle, almost provocative gaze passed through Reinhard and fell directly into Gray's eyes.
As if saying, "Is that it? How am I supposed to lose if you like this?"
"..."
It felt like her brain was suddenly engulfed in intense heat.
Gray blushed fiercely, completely flushed!
Only in front of Morgan, only in front of this witch, could she not bear her own concession.
In Reinhard's somewhat bewildered expression.
The silver-haired girl suddenly stood up, grabbed her senpai's collar, and kissed him fiercely, as if launching an attack, holding his face in her hands from above, pressing her lips against his.
The girl's pupils dilated sharply.
She could taste the sweetness on Reinhard's lips, a hint of warmth, and her burning, intense desire to possess him.
Are all Saber's face likes to kiss aggressively?
Oh, I'm Saber's face too, so it's fine.
Reinhard gripped Gray's wrist, attempting to push her away, but the girl's formidable strength was firm and resolute. He tried to exert force, but he was worried that his uncontrollable strength at the moment might hurt her.
Gray is not like Morgan, the Great Mother of Avalon, with a resilient constitution that allows for all sorts of playful antics between partners without fear of suffocation or concern about overindulgence.
So...
Dear, my dear wife, could you lend a hand?
But Morgan merely leaned in, gently licking the cream off the black-haired youth's cheek, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she watched the scene unfold, her expression a picture of pure satisfaction.
The tender, fervent kiss finally trembled to a close.
Gray gazed at her senpai, his expression somewhat complicated. After a year and a half, she finally took the brave step forward.
Would she be hated?
Would she be despised?
She had prepared herself for it, but from his eyes, Gray only saw a hint of resignation and guilt.
"How does it feel, hubby?"
No, I was just kissed in front of you, why are you asking about my feelings?
Reinhard glanced away, looking at the witch by his side.
Morgan smiled with satisfaction, her sapphire eyes slightly narrowed, a subtle curve playing on her lips, radiating an inexplicable charm.
Witch? Witch...
It's safe to say, she truly is a witch.
Gray breathed slightly unevenly, her gaze absent-mindedly touching her lips, still savoring the taste of that awkward kiss, her expression somewhat lost in thought.
"How do you expect me to answer that? Am I supposed to give you a report?"
Reinhard didn't know what expression to make, perhaps a smile would suffice.
"Don't you mind? Aren't you angry?"
The witch's response left Reinhard somewhat dumbfounded.
"Artoria, she's kissed you before, why would I be angry?"
Reinhard gazed at Morgan somewhat dazedly.
"My dear, you-"
"I know... Modred, that child... how she was created, it's truly a lamentable sigh."
The witch lowered her eyelids.
"Although I was initially jealous of Artoria, I didn't actually object to you interacting with her.
"It's just a pity that Artoria's emotions aren't pure. Her stance is tinged with ridiculous martyrdom. She loves you but doesn't trust you. She's solely focused on saving you, but she doesn't understand you... so it makes one feel that her emotions are pitiful and pathetic."
Ripples of pity spread across the azure lake.
"No, it's not entirely her fault. She was deliberately shaped that way... by Uther and Merlin."
Reinhard never questioned Morgan's feelings for him, just as Morgan never questioned his feelings for her.
But Reinhard was curious.
"What image do you hold about me in your heart?"
"Always... something that belongs only to me."
The witch locked eyes with the young man.
"I want to possess you, hubby, very much so. But unfortunately, you're destined to belong not just to me.
"I can't turn you into my possession."
Morgan leaned closer, gently pressing her forehead against Reinhard's, the curve on her lips and her face, as enchanting and captivating as a bouquet of blooming black roses.
"So I can only turn myself into your possession.
"But, my dear, you'll always be mine first... I only give what overflows, the rest is a meager charity to other bimbos.
"I won't share you equally with anyone else.
"Because you're mine, 'unfairly.'
"Jealous of others?"
The queen of Britannia smiled triumphantly at the somewhat stunned expression on the silver-haired girl's face.
"It should be others who are jealous of me."
At a time like this, saying anything would seem superfluous.
In the twilight of London.
Morgan kissed Reinhard's lips, wiping away every trace of saliva from the girl above, leaving behind more imprints that were solely hers.
That deep kiss.
That intoxicating intimacy.
A warmth that no one but her had ever experienced.
Gray gazed at their kiss, only by standing between them could she truly feel the bonds that tied them inexorably together.
But... this didn't crush her determination.
Just like she said on the train.
Is it really a bond if it's just yours?
"I..." The silver-haired girl said somewhat dazedly, "I still want to kiss."
Cough... Cough...
Reinhard couldn't help but cough, the atmosphere had dissipated, hadn't it? It was awkward, and they couldn't continue the intimacy.
The silver-haired girl's oblivious words earned her a mischievous smirk from the witch.
"Have you not had enough of eavesdropping all afternoon? Want to take it to the next level?"
Lounging on the sofa, the witch lazily propped up her dominating long legs, her red-bottomed high heels swaying on her silky black-stockinged toes. With one arm around Reinhard, her delicate fingertips caressed the black-haired youth's cheek, as if a queen was playfully toying with her treasure.
"I can give you a reward for eavesdropping, dear Gray."
Reward... for eavesdropping?!
The wallflower sentiment in front of her senpai was exposed, and amidst the embarrassment, Gray's usually flat demeanor couldn't help but blush!
But, what was more...
Who are you insulting, Miss Morgan! Want to get rid of me by giving me a spanking?!
However, faced with the experienced witch who had been through countless battles, the silver-haired girl couldn't find it in herself to retaliate against such embarrassing topics, so she could only stare at her with burning eyes, as if trying to burn a hole through Morgan.
"What kind of look is that? What kind of expression is that?" Morgan teased with a smirk, "Dear Gray, do you think you can win his affection just by glaring at me? Is this your idea of enlightenment?"
"You... barely lasted two hours! Miss Morgan!"
As the blood of Alvin, Gray seemed to inherit the spirit of resistance from the white dragon, causing her face to flush, immediately retorting without yielding.
"Battles? Your combat power is greatly reduced!"
"I'm at least battling every day, holding trophies and enjoying my victories. But my hubby is too strong, not I'm too weak."
The witch laughed mockingly.
"Some people haven't even found the racetrack yet, spending their days leaning against the door eavesdropping. Do you want to join the battlefield by relying on late-night snacks? Thank you for your concern and supplies, dear Gray, you've replenished my energy."
The racetrack?! I've already started running, thank you very much! Don't lump me together with losers like Reines and Marie!
Gray stepped forward, grabbing Reinhard's collar, wanting to immediately prove her worth.
Women fighting was indeed entertaining.
But...
Bang!
"That's enough, both of you! Let's eat!"
We're here wasting time pulling each other's hair when we're lacking in nutrition, where do we make up for that, from the air?
Reinhard slammed his hand on the table, pointing at Morgan.
"No kissing for a day."
Then he pointed at Gray.
"And you too!"
"From now on, twenty-four hours, no kissing me! Kiss once, add an hour of penalty!"
In an instant, the two pairs of misty eyes looked pitifully at Reinhard.
"Hubby..."
"Senpai..."
"Not enough? Make it two days!"
Swift as lightning, the witch and the girl sat obediently on either side of the sofa, as if nothing had happened, very harmoniously and with smiles, starting their meal.
On the television, distant London opera played.
For a moment, it felt like home's warmth.
Finally, after enjoying a moment of peace.
But... after being full and satisfied.
"There's a question, hubby."
Morgan couldn't help but voice her query.
"Where did you learn your techniques this time?"
"Pfft-"
Reinhard couldn't hold back a mouthful of water, spraying it onto the witch's face, which Morgan blissfully wiped on her lips.
"Professor told me. You were unconscious for three days last time and dreamt about Britannia afterward. Didn't you tell me about this incident too?"
With that said, Morgan glanced at the somewhat bewildered Gray. She had never bothered to inquire about Reinhard's origins with Britannia since it was his secret, and she wouldn't pry into it.
Well... there was really nothing to hide.
Reinhard had even told Morgan about his identity as an isekai victim, so he couldn't be bothered with making up excuses this time. As the Great Mother of Avalon, Morgan had seen it all.
Okay... maybe she hadn't seen like him before, but it didn't matter. The Clock Tower wasn't something Reinhard cared much about anymore.
In Morgan's contemplative expression, in Gray's surprised gaze,
Reinhard paused for a moment, slowly beginning to recount a story.
"That wasn't a dream.
"It was... my system.
"You could understand it as a very special mystic code bound to my soul.
"Similar to the Holy Grail War.
"When I come into contact with a corresponding relic, I'm summoned to a certain era of this world, embarking on a journey as 'me'...
"And this time it was.
"2500 years ago, in the Age of Gods in Greece."
...
"Huh? Marisbury's already on the move?"
Standing in front of the Animusphere mansion, Olga Marie, clad in red stockings, still seemed somewhat excited.
But upon realizing that Reinhard wasn't here to see her but rather her father, she sighed imperceptibly.
"That's right, Father flew to Fuyuki three days ago, Mr. Reinhard."
Upon hearing this news, Reinhard couldn't help but furrow his brow.
...Was it a coincidence?
Casting a glance at Waver behind him, Waver shook his head gently.
"He didn't even inform the Department of Policies. They didn't receive Marisbury's itinerary."
"Has he sensed something?"
This slippery old fox.
After listening to Heartless's account, Reinhard was ready to go after this old fox.
But Marisbury was already in Fuyuki.
There were still over two months left. Why was he in such a hurry?
"There must be something fishy going on, Reinhard."
Waver mused.
"Should we go after him?"
"It's fine that he's gone." Reinhard smiled. "I'll just take down the Clock Tower for now."
...
As the dazzling light gradually dissipated,
Drapped in a robe with intricate patterns, the man with dangerous-looking white hair and tanned skin emerged within the summoning circle before Marisbury. His indifferent demeanor seemed to show a lack of concern for everything in the world.
"Respected King of Magecraft, Solomon, it is an honor for me to summon you."
Marisbury pressed his chest respectfully and approached, presenting the black ring in his hand.
"With you, I am confident that we, the Animusphere, can finally fulfill our millennium-long aspiration, Chaldea."
However.
In the slightly stunned expression of Marisbury.
The man with white hair and tanned skin simply said, "It's not that you summoned me, but rather, I chose you, Marisbury."
"... What do you mean?"
"Chaldea is a good concept, but not necessary. I am giving you this ring, not for Chaldea's plan at all."
Taking the ring handed to him by Marisbury, Solomon slowly placed it on his finger. On his ten fingers, ten rings emitted a profound and compelling light.
"Work with me, and I will grant your wishes.
"In two months' time, you have shown great intelligence. During this period, I will completely reshape Fuyuki's leylines, turning this place into my domain.
"Marisbury, remember this: you are not necessary.
"Chaldea is not necessary.
"Even this Holy Grail War is not necessary.
"...Only He is necessary.
"Because He is... the one my Lord has designated to observe.
"He is the calamity from Chaos that must be eradicated."
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