In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"Yes, of course!"

"I command you to provide me with pleasure!"

He said those words almost without thinking.

Morgan collapsed onto the bed.

Even though she was alone in the room, she acted as if she were indulging in sexual activity with someone.

Under the moonlight, the naked princess talked to herself.

"Isn't my body great?"

"You've always longed for this kind of opportunity to come and go as you please, haven't you?"

"Then don't leave."

"Stay here with me for the rest of your life, and I will give you many more opportunities like this."

"And you promised me, didn't you? You can't be a liar."

"do you know?"

"I've always..."

He left—

The princess was ultimately unable to express all the words in her heart.

This is the final joy.

Morgan touched his lower abdomen, saying nothing.

She must save it.

Although--

She still couldn't remember who it was.

You said your final goodbye to Morgan.

[The Curse of the Talented Princess EX has been activated: The curse of the past has now become the foundation that sustains you forward; you use pain as proof that you still exist.]

[The obsession bestowed upon you by your talents has been activated: You act because of this obsession, and no one can stop you in the process; everyone is avoiding you.]

You walk along the quiet streets of Camelot.

You are waiting for him to appear.

Inside the tavern.

A drunken Merlin was saying goodbye to several women.

"Okay, see you next time."

"I'll never forget you guys, hahaha."

Merlin also has his own secrets.

That means he is not a real person, but a being with mixed human and nightmare bloodlines.

This unique combination gave him abilities that other magicians could only dream of, but also made him a womanizer.

Such behavior of simultaneously flirting with several women, as just described, is commonplace.

This should have been a highly condemned act.

However, because he predicted the appearance of King Arthur for Camelot and also had the identity of a court magician, not many people dared to blame him.

Merlin often finds himself entangled in complex and treacherous interpersonal relationships as a result.

But he didn't care at all.

After all, for him, this level of danger was practically non-existent.

Besides——

That guy named Kai will also smooth over all the trouble for me.

This has become commonplace.

After leaving the tavern, Merlin arrived on the streets of Camelot.

He quickly realized that something seemed amiss.

According to normal circumstances.

After we finished drinking, there should be a lot of people on this street.

He might even manage to pick up a few women on his way back to his residence.

But now, let alone anyone.

Even the shops that should have been open were closed.

It all sounded as if something unclean had come to the vicinity.

Merlin became alert.

He carefully observed his surroundings, wary of any potential dangers.

And this premonition soon became a reality.

As soon as Merlin reached an intersection, he sensed a sharp killing intent.

That was a ruthless obsession with wanting to kill himself.

The title of "Magician of Flowers" is well-deserved.

Merlin, who possesses it, is not someone who will surrender when danger approaches.

And more importantly, he could feel that the body upon which this obsession was based was already broken and tattered.

That's an issue that's extremely easy to handle.

The petals are disturbed.

Merlin dodged the weapon that was swung at him.

He turned around, only to be shocked by what he saw.

Before him stood a humanoid black shadow.

His body was mangled beyond recognition, and his face was no longer recognizable.

He was radiating an overflowing magical power—but it wasn't because of his strength, but simply because the corruption of the curse had broken through the limitations of his body.

The only thing that could provide even a little information was the blade in his hand.

That's a sword blade in the lake—the undamaged Aroundight?!

No.

It only looks similar.

It should actually be a counterfeit.

How could such a thing exist?

Even a magician like Merlin couldn't understand the circumstances under which such an obsession arose.

But in any case, it's not difficult to handle.

Merlin used his magician abilities to quickly eliminate this inexplicable being.

But what he hadn't expected was—

The moment this obsession collapsed, another obsession appeared behind him.

It was almost exactly the same as before.

This time, however, his weapon was the Excalibur Galatine.

of course.

This is also a counterfeit product.

But it was enough to make Merlin, who had come to his senses, feel incredulous.

Realizing something was wrong, he resolved this obsession once again.

As it fell, the Flower Magician instinctively looked behind him—

Sure enough, the same body was already standing there.

And this time.

The weapon in his hand has transformed into a replica of Excalibur!

Merlin realized it almost instantly—after all, it was he who had guided Artoria to the lake to retrieve the sword using a dream.

He immediately realized that this was something that was inextricably linked to her.

As if sensing the change in Merlin's heart, the tattered body looked at him and roared a question.

"From the moment of its birth, it has to bear the pressure of the entire Camelot."

"Hide your name."

"Losing one's own emotions."

"In the end, you might even have to sacrifice your humanity."

"Merlin, this is the fate that you and King Uther have imposed on Artoria!"

really--

It is an entity related to Artoria.

“We didn’t force this on her!” Merlin insisted. “She chose this path herself!”

"You are lying!"

The roaring obsession even made his body tremble.

"Only she could pull the sword out of the stone."

"The white dragon that only she can defeat."