Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

"It really is... completely in line with her style..."

Morgan sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Despite her deep jealousy and dislike for her half-sister's righteous and upright demeanor, she harbored a deep resentment towards her.

But deep down, she had to admit that Artoria did indeed possess a noble character and indomitable will that were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Yes, that's because she was artificially created, the 'ideal king'."

Shirou shrugged, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

He was naturally very clear about the tragic story behind King Arthur in the Type-Moon universe.

Artoria Pendragon, from the moment of her birth, was merely a vessel created to become the "ideal king".

She had no childhood, no sense of self.

They not only have to do intense physical labor every day, but also undergo rigorous swordsmanship training.

Even those precious three hours of rest that should have been spent sleeping were forcibly pulled into Merlin's dreams, where he would teach her about the "King".

This is the fate of the “container”.

If everything a person experiences from childhood to adulthood is deliberately constructed by others.

The purpose is to guide this person to become a "king".

So, is the ideal of 'wanting to become king' still a matter of personal will?

No one can wake up from being brainwashed like this since childhood.

Therefore, her fate was predictable from the very beginning.

"Do you remember the promise I made to you?" Shirou suddenly asked.

"Although we did have such a transaction agreement, but..."

Morgan looked up at the red-haired boy in front of him, his tone becoming somewhat pessimistic.

Are you really sure you want to do this?

"If the future is already predetermined, if it is the official history etched in the annals of history, then whatever we do now... may be meaningless..."

After learning everything about the future from Shirou and the trajectory of pan-human history, Morgan was completely out of it.

She felt like a fly on a spider's web, unable to escape her predetermined fate no matter how hard she struggled.

"It was destined all along? Our meeting wasn't written in history, you know," Shirou said with a smile.

What he said seems to make some sense.

The witch's deep blue eyes stared blankly at him.

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Girl Practicing Swordsmanship

Inside the palace.

Shirou was standing in front of a bronze mirror, looking at himself, whose appearance had been altered by magic, making him look like he was in his high school days.

With red hair, brown eyes, and a pleasing facial contour, he was a handsome and sunny young man.

"That was a really good magic trick. Thank you for teaching me, Morgan."

Shirou turned his head to look at Morgan beside him.

Morgan, who was curiously observing Shirou, paused for a moment upon hearing the words of gratitude.

"what……"

Despite being labeled a witch, she has never heard a word of thanks.

For no apparent reason, a strange emotion was surging within me.

Scratching and tearing.

He almost wanted to transform her into something completely different.

"This magic trick is not just about changing appearances..."

Morgan's tone was somewhat ambiguous.

"What other functions does it have?"

Morgan didn't answer Shirou's question; she just smiled and watched him with narrowed eyes.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Shirou was somewhat puzzled.

However, if the other party doesn't say anything, then so be it.

After all, Shirou could sense that this magic would not harm him at all.

Since that was the case, he stopped asking.

He then changed into a brand-new set of medieval clothing at Morgan's recommendation.

"Since we've come all the way to the Age of Gods, let's go for a walk outside."

Shirou was wearing a black and red silk outfit, which gave him the air of a nobleman.

Just as he was about to step out of the room, Morgan suddenly called out to him.

"Wait, Shirou..."

Morgan, who was only up to Shirou's chest, placed a money pouch in his hand.

"Please accept this. Consider it a thank you for telling me what you told me today."

"OK then."

Shirou did not refuse.

After all, this amount of money is certainly nothing to Morgan, the princess.

If he were to decline, it would seem like he was being pretentious.

"I'm leaving."

Under Morgan's somewhat reluctant gaze, Shirou turned and left.

...So cute.

...So handsome.

Watching Shirou's departing figure, Morgan bit her lower lip with a complicated expression, her legs unconsciously coming together.

“€€€€!”

Morgan's deep blue lips exhaled a breath of ambiguous, hot mist.

An uncontrollable flutter of excitement.

The witch was unaware of this.

She had unknowingly awakened a unique fondness for younger men.

……

Britain is separated from Ireland by the sea and is roughly divided into three regions: England, Scotland, and Wales.

In the fifth century AD, internal strife within the Roman Empire led to unrest in Britain, resulting in numerous invasions by foreign enemies.

Scotland was occupied by the Picts.

King Vortigern then attracted the Anglo-Saxons.

From the Gallic coast to the British coast at the border of Scotland and England, the route will be centered on the former Roman city of Cerndinium, forming a pincer movement with the Picts, eyeing Britain with hostility!

At that time, the land that belonged to the British was actually only southern England and Wales.

These two land kingdoms rose up side by side, with numerous powerful figures emerging.

The most powerful of them all, and the only one capable of subduing all the kings, was King Uther Pendragon's Kingdom of Camelot.

The Kingdom of Camelot is located on the border between Wales and England.

"The Middle Ages, the Age of Gods..."

Looking at the bustling streets, Shirou recalled some things about the Age of Gods in Type-Moon.

Gods truly exist.

The gods demand faith from humanity; to them, humans are incredibly weak creatures.

Perhaps we view humanity in the same way we view tools or toys that we create at will.

The gods' joy or anger can devastate the human race; if they want to destroy humanity, it's only a thought away.

Since the beginning of the Common Era, the divine and human races have been separated, and the remaining deities are now mostly imprisoned in the inner sea of ​​stars, unable to escape.

"But it doesn't matter. I have plenty of things to do, so one more or one less doesn't really matter."

Shirou sighed.

In his modern era, besides the Holy Grail War, perhaps many more major events will occur in the future.