Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Watching the female clerk rush off to the cashier, Shirou sighed helplessly.

"Being young is really inconvenient."

Leaning back against the coffee shop chair, Shirou leisurely watched the busy office workers heading home.

While waiting for our food, the evening news was playing on the television in the coffee shop.

The serial killer has been confirmed dead. No signs of struggle were found at the scene, leading experts to suspect a meticulously planned suicide.

The new Hollywood film "Transformers" is currently in production. Stay tuned!

Two men, seeking to curry favor with their superior, repeatedly robbed their leader's ancestral graves.

A man was beaten up after publicly announcing his marriage to a collectible figurine.

A teacher took students to a dinosaur museum to teach them to be descendants of the dragon.

A middle school student claimed to be a Kamen Rider and jumped to his death from the third floor.

"It seems that the police have found Ryunosuke Uryu's body."

As Shirou drank the matcha milk handed to him by the female shop assistant, the interface for "Bound by Fate" appeared in his vision.

"Yes, it's time."

……

Age of Gods.

Inside the castle, in a luxuriously decorated castle bedroom.

As dawn breaks, the morning sun shines through the window.

In the shimmering light, Shirou opened his eyes, somewhat unaccustomed to the surrounding dust.

"It's evening over there, but it's morning here..."

It gives me the feeling of jet lag after flying.

Shirou walked to the window and took a breath of the fresh air that belonged to the Middle Ages.

"It has a weird smell..."

How could the sanitation conditions in medieval towns possibly compare to those in modern times?

Having spent so much time in modern cities, Shirou inevitably felt somewhat out of place.

Shirou lightly covered his mouth and nose, turning his gaze back into the room.

Then, his breath hitched.

A beautiful woman was lying on the couch less than half a meter away from Shirou.

Every inch of her voluptuous figure displays exquisite curves, and her soft, moist skin, faintly visible, is clearly presented in view.

Her face, which was not veiled, made it hard to breathe.

Morgan Lefebvre.

"Wait, isn't that Saber's face...?"

However, it lacks that iconic tuft of hair.

However, the hair color matches.

However, compared to Artoria's fortitude, this beauty's brows and eyes appear more delicate and charming.

The deep blue lip gloss and eyeshadow were like the finishing touches, adding a touch of alluring charm to her.

Moreover, despite being set in the Middle Ages, this witch is dressed in a revealing crop top and sexy stockings.

The slit in the skirt revealed a glimpse of her bare skin that was practically unfair!

Morgan...?

The only character Shirou remembers vividly is Morgan from Lostbelt.

As for Morgan in pan-human history... I haven't paid much attention to him.

However, having already seen examples like Jeanne d'Arc, Mordred, and Ummoth, Shirou knew that this face was already a famous landmark in Type-Moon, and Mordred's fathers could form a basketball team.

If you ignore other features, it would be asking too much of a question to recognize every single Saber face.

As someone who has only watched a few anime series and played the FGO mobile game for a little over half a year, Shirou's understanding of the Arthurian legend is only superficial; at most, he can barely name a few of the Knights of the Round Table.

After all, who has the time to read Celtic mythology?

However, am I currently in the established age of gods, or in some other strange and wonderful age of gods?

Shirou couldn't help but feel puzzled.

There are countless worldlines in Type-Moon; who knows which worldline of gods he's currently in?

It might even be a Lostbelt...

Just thinking about these unknowns made Shirou's scalp tingle.

He does possess heroic spirit power, but he's not strong enough to claim he can escape unscathed anywhere.

Fortunately, I can travel back to the modern era at any time; otherwise, it would have been quite troublesome.

Taking a deep breath, Shirou calmed down a bit.

In short, the biggest reason why Shirou was able to tell at a glance that the beauty before him was definitely not Artoria was...

She's too big!

This colossal object, which evokes the deepest desire in one to call out "Mama," is something that Artoria, the Knight King of A, could never possess.

Although he really wanted to complain about where the garter stockings came from in the Middle Ages, seeing Morgan's thighs that were faintly visible under her skirt, Shirou thought... there's no need to be so clear about the affairs of beautiful girls!

"Well……"

Seemingly noticing the sudden commotion in his bedroom, Morgan slowly awoke from his sleep.

“€€?”

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and as her eyelids gradually opened, the image of the red-haired boy was reflected in them.

"Who...who are you?!"

Upon discovering that an uninvited guest had entered his bedroom, Morgan's drowsiness vanished instantly.

She suddenly sat up, clutching the bedding, staring at Shirou with a surprised look.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Morgan."

Shirou smiled gently and tried to give a gentlemanly bow.

"I'm here to fulfill my previous promise."

"promise?"

Morgan paused for a moment upon hearing this, then seemed to remember something, and his pupils dilated instantly.

"You...you are that...?!"

She remembered.

The person she interacted with was in that interface called "Connection".

She was initially a little apprehensive, wondering if it was some kind of trick by a fairy.

It seems that things are not as I thought.

"Chiki Shirou...right?"

"Huh? How did I pronounce such a difficult name?"

Morgan himself was taken aback.

It seems that people who form a bond with each other will not have any language barriers.

Morgan thus mastered Japanese and Chinese.

Shirow also mastered Old English.

"You can just call me Shirou."

Shirou smiled and said to her.

The dawn's glow shone through the window bars into the castle's high pavilion, casting a radiant glow on the boy's silhouette.

Morgan stared blankly at the boy's warm smile, as radiant as the warm winter sun.

strangeness.

……it's wired.

Why would anyone be so gentle to an ominous witch?

You should distance yourself from yourself, and communicate with yourself in the coldest tone possible...

Dislike, resentment, avoidance, resentment...

That's more like it...

I can't understand... I can't understand.