Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 477 I'm sorry, I made a mistake.
"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor!"

Light emanated from the void, endless and boundless, coiling around the Holy Spear and illuminating the Storm Anchor that bound the stars.

"Beyond the sky, rushing to the earth, it is the wedge of light that should be at the end of the world."

With all thirteen restraints unleashed, the immense magical power caused the heavens and earth to change color. This is a miracle that is difficult to achieve in reality, but in the world of imagination, anything is possible.

"Shining in the Gun of the End!"

The light condensed into a tangible pillar of light, descending from the sky like a divine judgment. Its immense power engulfed everything, tearing the sky and earth apart, shattering the entire mental world.

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In the living room.

Saber and Luke opened their eyes at the same time.

In the mental world, more than ten years is but a blink of an eye in the real world, yet the atmosphere has already changed imperceptibly.

Saber remained silent, her face devoid of any smile, while Luke on the other side seemed slightly guilty.

Regarding the fact that he unknowingly strayed from the objective and ended up winning over Morgan in the simulation, Luke felt he could offer some excuse.

This was certainly not to find common ground with his subordinate Lancelot.

The main reason is that the forces in Britain are mixed. Even if he developed early and gained the help of the lower-level forces, he would only become a new player in the game and would not be able to support the whole country alone.

Morgan is a good partner.

Morgan in Artoria's mental world is not Ash from Lostbelt, but they share many similarities in appearance, such as having the same face as Artoria, liking Britain, disliking Artoria, and having excellent magical talent.

In order to make Britain strong as soon as possible, Saber was busy leading the Knights of the Round Table to fight every day. The two of them did not have many opportunities to meet, and when they did meet, they talked about official business. Saber looked like she was focused on her career, which made Luke feel embarrassed to drag her into her work.

After a while, Luke couldn't resist and, following the principle of proximity, put Morgan, who was always bothering him and inciting him to rebel, on the subway line.

Because of his guilty conscience, he did not resist when the Holy Lance Rungomminiad was released, and obediently let Saber vent her dissatisfaction. However, it seems that this did not completely appease her anger.

"As expected of Saber, you've mastered the means to break through the mental world on your own. You're more talented than I imagined!"

In the awkward silence, Luke acted as if nothing had happened and gave Saber an approving smile.

Saber remained expressionless, staring intently at Luke, her heart filled with unspoken irritation.

In theory, she should thank Luke for everything he did for her, even though it was just a fake simulation, it showed her the feasible path to saving Britain and strengthened her belief.

In that fictional story, the boy who had always been there for her, supported her, and paved the way for her, ultimately didn't stay with her but chose Morgan instead…

Thinking about this makes me really unhappy!
"How about we eat first?"

Seeing Saber sulking and silent, Luke smiled broadly and offered suggestions in a gentle tone.

Saber paused, slowly shifting her gaze away, but her tone remained indifferent.

"No need. Servants only need magic power; they don't need to eat."

She is currently experiencing emotions she has never felt before and has no appetite whatsoever.

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Half an hour later.

A stack of bowls piled up beside her, Saber, having licked the last drop of oil off her plate, reluctantly put down her utensils, coughed lightly, and struck a dignified pose.

"A soldier who hasn't eaten enough can't go to the battlefield. I only eat to maintain peak condition!"

Luke, seeing through the situation but not saying anything, chimed in: "Of course, being able to finish all the food is a compliment to the chef. I'm glad you enjoyed my cooking, Saber."

"What? There's no food left!?"

She was only a third full!
Luke smiled, his gaze deep: "I'm sorry, Saber, I didn't prepare much food. If you want to eat more, you'll have to wait until dinner."

Saber nodded slightly disappointedly, not insisting, but then heard Luke's low voice in her ear.

"However, as a chef, I really can't let my guests go hungry."

Saber's eyes lit up, but she tried to maintain her composure and conveyed an inquiring look with her eyes.

"Please go and take a bath, Your Majesty. We will bring you other food soon."

Luke smiled, using the same term he used for Saber during the simulation, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

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The bathroom was filled with warm, steamy air, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.

Saber stepped into the bathroom and came to the shower. When she was summoned as a Servant, she was given some modern knowledge, so she knew how to use modern tools. She closed her eyes, and the blue and white dress made of magic dissipated into the air, revealing her fair, smooth, well-proportioned body without any excess. The warm water washed over her body, soothing her fatigue. Saber, who rarely had time to rest, felt a long-lost sense of relaxation.

For some reason, she felt her heart racing, her mouth dry, and her burning red dragon blood boiling, as if she were being stirred by some more noble and ancient dragon bloodline, leaving her in a state of euphoria...

Then, rhythmic footsteps approached, and a new scent and warmth filled the air.

Saber suddenly opened her eyes and saw a familiar figure walking towards her through the hazy mist.

Perhaps because Luke's previous public image had been so gentle and polite, so refined and gentle, Saber was deceived. It wasn't until Luke got close that she saw his true form: a figure more than a head taller than her, broad shoulders and long arms, an impeccably handsome face veiled in mist, a flawlessly muscular physique with smooth lines, and...

Saber quickly turned her head, a flash of shock crossing her eyes, but the lingering emotions remained.

The scene was too open, the numbers were too astonishing, and there was no concealment. The light mist could not block the view at such close range. The scale... was no longer human. Was she really a descendant of the dragon bloodline like her?
Saber lowered her head silently, her face turning from white to red, the color gradually deepening. Her breath was hot. Both her dragon instincts and human emotions had crumbled in the face of the person before her. She asked softly.

"Master, do you... want to become the King's consort of Britain?"

Luke gently took Saber's hand, his eyes filled with affection: "I thought I was already one. Who would help you do so many things for no reason and nip so many potential threats in the bud?"

Saber bit her lip in annoyance: "Nonsense... You clearly chose Morgan!"

"That's because Wang was focused on Britain and neglected me. If you had spared any time, things wouldn't have turned out this way. It's all Saber's fault!" Luke shamelessly turned the tables, shifting all the blame onto Saber.

"I...my fault?" Saber seemed somewhat bewildered.

Taking this opportunity, Lu Ke unabashedly pressed himself against her, his strong body embracing the petite Wang completely.

"But it's okay, I forgive you."

"Later, in a more formal setting..."

Lu Ke squinted, showing no intention of letting go.

"The Holy Grail War can only last one to two weeks. The time we spend together will pass in the blink of an eye, like quicksand. The next time we meet will be too far away."

"..."

Saber paused for a moment, her beautiful face showing a hint of helplessness and compromise. She wrapped her arms around the person in front of her and buried her head in his firm, hot chest.

The events that occurred in the mental world were merely an illusion, but those memories were still etched into the heart of the individual named "Artoria".

How could she possibly refuse the boy who was there for her, supporting her and clearing away all obstacles for her?

And she has to prove she's better than that bitch Morgan!

.........

The sunlight outside the window gradually intensified and then waned. After a brief stop in the simple bathroom, the two returned to the master bedroom.

The red dragon of Britain has a breath that can melt steel, but the warriors who fight it are more ferocious and brave than Vortigern.

He is the supreme dragon that even the evil dragon Fafnir cannot touch, and even kings must bow down and submit, even the famous King Arthur.

By the time the long forging process was over, it was already dark.

Feeling refreshed, Lu Ke straightened up, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette in the thick twilight outside.

Luke walked to the bedside and rubbed Saber's belly, once again marveling at the convenience of Servants, which allowed them to directly absorb magic power much more easily than human bodies.

Thinking of this, Luke suddenly remembered that there seemed to be another Irisviel he hadn't taken care of. He put on his clothes and was slightly taken aback when he opened the door.

The white-haired, red-eyed android had somehow appeared at the door, having probably been eavesdropping for a while. She looked much the same as before, except that her ruby-like eyes had darkened, and she wore a half-smile on her face.

"Master, you're really capable. You've won over Saber so quickly."

Irisviel's voice was soft and gentle, with a strange, eerie quality. Although her appearance hadn't changed much, it felt like her inner self had been completely transformed.

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow. "You called me Master?"

"Didn't you say that I would become your Servant in the future as a Holy Grail Terminal? I believe you, Master."

At this moment, Irisviel was completely devoid of her previous dignity and purity, openly scrutinizing Luke's body, which clearly exuded the effects of the act, and even licking her lips provocatively.

Lu Ke: "..."

He only showed Irisviel a glimpse of her future development, and it seems the androids have become so thoroughly corrupted.

Does everything related to the Holy Grail end up like this?
Could it be that he saw Kiritsugu Emiya shoot Illya inside the Holy Grail, then strangle her, and then use a Command Spell to order Saber to cleave the Holy Grail, thus destroying the possibility of realizing the Third Magic...?

Then, after killing tens of thousands of people, find a surviving boy from the ruins to raise and cultivate him into a new generation of "partners of justice"... Is that something hard to accept?
Luke considered it from Irisviel's perspective and realized it was indeed quite difficult to accept.

Not only would they find it hard to accept, but they would probably want to exterminate the "partners of justice."

Irisviel moved closer to Luke, resting her head gently against his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his muscular chest, her dark red eyes filled with longing.

"Master, will you refuse me?"

"Although... but... can I ask why?"

Luke became slightly interested and asked the android who had volunteered to sacrifice himself a question.

"It's probably because Master knew I was a spy, yet he still told me all the information so honestly... And Master shouldn't underestimate his charm as a man."

Irisviel chuckled softly, raised her head slightly, and stared at Luke's handsome and approachable face with her wine-red eyes, as well as the body beneath her palm that throbbed powerfully with his heartbeat, revealing a satisfied smile.

Lu Ke: "..."

Upon hearing Black Cup's words, his sense of being pried into a ditch immediately returned.

"Since you say you are my future Master, then I will definitely be loyal to you like Lancer or Sanber. Conversely, you will definitely treat me like you would any other Servant."

"Uh... that's true."

Lu Ke nodded seriously. He was very gentle with every Servant, especially the female ones, and even if their strength was low, he would still push them to 999 with maxed-out skills...

It's definitely not because of a material overstock!

Seeing that Luke still hadn't said anything, Irisviel's lips curled into a mocking smile: "If you're worried about Kiritsugu, then there's no need to worry. He's busy saving the world."

Luke: I think I understand something.

So never offend a woman, because it's so easy for them to get revenge!
But if I choose Irisviel, it will be difficult to go through Illya's route... Luke thought to himself, a little conflicted.

Seeing this, Irisviel sighed, a mocking look in her eyes, and a blatant disdain on her delicate face.

"You're still unwilling after all this? Could it be... that Master is just a nobody that Saber can't handle?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, her vision flipped up and down, and a strong hand lifted her up, a pair of playful brown eyes meeting her gaze.

In the dim light, those eyes looked like a pure, iron-black color. Irisviel trembled involuntarily, feeling a desire to be conquered, and subconsciously swallowed.

I have a feeling I'm going to get really badly punished.

(End of this chapter)