I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

"Fine, I don't want this city to be defiled by the people of Pan-Human History anyway. Rather than letting them touch it, it's better to destroy it here."

"Aren't you angry?"

"That woman can only do such a thing. After all, won't you still choose my Camelot, my husband? Just in this respect, I'm already far superior to her. I really want to see her hateful expression."

Morgan smiled with amusement.

He appeared far too composed.

She was indeed top-notch in dealing with opponents, and Du Wei felt that to some extent.

Morgan trusted Dewey's love for her.

And she naturally loved Du Wei as well.

Compared to Semiramis, who had only recently arrived, she certainly had a significant advantage.

Morgan felt very pleased with this thought.

As Du Wei and Morgan were talking, Artoria, who had fallen in front of them, had an extremely sharp gaze.

Unfortunately, she is currently unable to move due to her injuries.

Watching her older sister (mother) show affection with other men was a truly unpleasant feeling.

"Morgan, let me sign a contract with her."

Du Wei looked at Artoria and said calmly.

In terms of combat power, the transformed Artoria is undoubtedly within the scope of those who can be included.

He lacked the noble character of a knight king.

The reversed Artoria is neither a king nor a knight, but rather a servant who is more inclined to obey her master's orders.

They are capable of committing acts of killing without any emotion.

They also do not show their emotions.

In every respect, he is the epitome of the best Servant; there is no better contract partner than him.

"...Leave it to me."

Morgan responded after a brief silence.

But looking again, one could clearly see a hint of resentment in her beautiful eyes, as if they contained a question.

"...You'd fall in love with just this face?"

He uttered those words softly with a sigh.

Artoria and Morgan practically look alike.

The most obvious difference between the two women is their hair, as well as their overall demeanor and the color of their eyes.

Although he spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

But as a demon, Du Wei's five senses were extremely powerful, so how could he possibly miss her soft whisper?

"No, actually it's precisely because of her face that I fell in love with her..."

Du Wei smiled faintly and reminded him.

Words pierced my heart like arrows.

The surprise attack was too much of a foul.

I never expected that my unintentional words would be overheard, let alone that they would be said to me like that.

A calm, still heart was stirred by ripples.

Unable to find peace because of the love they feel.

"Well....."

Morgan's pretty face flushed.

My gaze began to wander unconsciously.

I don't know whether I should show myself as a queen or choose to be the girl I used to be.

Which version of himself would he like more?

It's such a difficult decision.

This is perhaps the anxiety that happiness brings.

Suppressing the shame welling up inside her, she composed herself and prepared to renegotiate the contract with Du Wei.

That feeling of resentment vanished from my heart.

The ceremony had already been performed once, so it ended without much complexity.

Artoria's Master has been confirmed.

She was bound to Dewey by Morgan as her Master.

"Hmph...it seems...you're my Master now..."

Artoria got up and stretched.

I can feel the immense power emanating from my Master, and my injuries are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By connecting with it, one can know the weight of its energy source; even the local dragon vein cannot compare to it.

Human history, in its entirety, is nothing more than this.

Morgan thus won Alto 1.1 Lydia.

If the Pan-Human History possessed human-like emotions, it would certainly be outraged by the Lostbelt's rampage.

This is plunder, no different from robbery.

“Artoria, there is no hostility between us now. If you really have no intention of becoming my servant, then I will not force you.”

Du Wei explained to Artoria.

This is clearly an attempt to undermine the foundation of pan-human history.

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"Heh, even if you weren't hostile, my sister wouldn't think that way. However, becoming your servant for now isn't without its advantages. You're the first man I've ever met who makes me feel so hateful, and I'm determined to slay you with my sword."

Artoria's smile was both gentle and cold.

The hostility in her words was crystal clear, yet she didn't seem to have any intention of making a move.

The main problem is that we cannot defeat it for the time being.

This is what I realized after personally experiencing Du Wei's strength.

But now I've survived.

This means that it is not necessarily a death sentence.

Rather than being wiped out here and sent back to the Throne of Heroes, it's better to stay by his side and observe.

Let's see what makes him so powerful.

Before that, I will act as his follower and take the opportunity to explore the fairy kingdom in Morgana's Lostbelt.

Britain was something she couldn't ignore.

"Interesting. You want to try and kill me? That's a good target and a good reason. A very good idea."

Challenge me anytime you wish, and do your utmost to avenge your defeat. Until then, you will exist as my servant. Thus, the contract is established, isn't it?

Du Wei's lips curled up slightly.

He revealed a gleeful smile that looked like he was about to devour someone.

He seemed completely unconcerned about Artoria's hostility; no, he listened intently to her words.

Du Wei agreed with Artoria's idea.

Having accepted this request, I expressed my agreement with her.

A delicate, thorny flower as beautiful as a jet-black rose.

Perhaps he liked this slightly poisonous flower, which is why he kept it by his side without caring.

There was a woman beside him who wanted to draw her sword.

Isn't that a unique kind of fun?

"The contract is established. From this day forward, I will be your servant. When you wield this demonic sword, I will use everything about you for my own purposes. Do not forget that."

"Of course, use it as you like."