Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

That's what they were saying.

Morgan gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt.

With her fair, jade-like fingertips, she gently caressed the delicate silk fabric of the garment.

Next, press it down slightly, making it slightly dented.

"To prevent this layer of cloth from drifting away, the creations that hold the laws to the earth's surface like nails are the 'Star Anchors.'"

Goodness...

Shirou listened with amazement, his gaze lingering for a moment between Morgan's fingers and the fabric.

So it turns out that the physical laws of our Type-Moon universe were just a fig leaf.

Such a worldview is as fragile as a piece of glass.

If the Trisolarans were to come, there would be no need to bother launching sophons to lock down the technology.

Just peel off this layer of cloth and you're done!

Then people will discover that physics... no longer exists!

Even Ultraman wouldn't dare to use such an exaggerated setting, right?

When God created the world, was he perhaps slacking off like a pigeon every day?

Can't the underlying architecture of this world be a little more robust?

Shirou lamented the low status of Type-Moon.

No wonder there are always world-ending crises popping up; it turns out the foundation wasn't laid properly!

but……

Looking at the witch in front of me who was demonstrating with her skirt.

The witch's explanation was so easy to understand; she truly was a genius among geniuses.

"However, whether the Age of Gods fades or not is of no concern to me."

The witch's voice was full of nonchalance.

After all, for a magician of Morgan's caliber, whether it's a divine era or not makes little difference.

Unless the world is completely destroyed, as long as the Great Source does not dry up, no matter whether the Age of Gods declines, it cannot shake the foundation of a figure like Morgan.

"What exactly does the so-called 'Star Anchor' refer to?"

Shirou asked the question with some curiosity.

Upon hearing this question, Morgan paused slightly as she smoothed out her skirt.

"That's a tower located at the end of the world."

"It is also a radiant spear that pierces the stars."

Morgan walked to the window and gazed at the vast, distant horizon.

Its name is Rhongomyniad.

"That is, the Holy Lance that is often talked about by ordinary people."

Upon hearing this name, Shirou's eyes narrowed slightly.

Lengominiad.

Shining in the final spear.

A top-tier Noble Phantasm renowned throughout the Type-Moon universe.

Not just because it was King Arthur's ultimate weapon.

More importantly, because of the "concept" it represents.

"As I just said, reality is a texture covering the surface of a planet."

"And the Holy Lance is the enormous tower that nails this fabric called 'human history' firmly to the planet."

Morgan turned away from the sunlight, his face hidden in the shadows.

"As long as it exists, the age of gods will fade away more quickly, and mystery will be completely exhausted."

Upon hearing this, Shirou rested his chin on his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

"So, if the Star Anchor is pulled out, will the decline of the Age of Gods end...?"

The abundant resources and immense magical power of the Age of Gods will undoubtedly greatly accelerate the pace of development and progress in this world.

Magic is also a form of productivity.

Although the magicians are basically a bunch of fanatics because they try to chase after that elusive vortex of origin.

However, from Shirow's modern perspective, technology is indeed unrelated to good or evil; it simply lacks effective guidance.

If magicians are obsessed, then keep beating them up!

Until they become normal people!

Magic is not such an inconvenient thing.

Good productivity is productivity that can be used efficiently.

Magic is such a convenient skill; it would be a waste not to have it developed into a systematic vocational education program.

Hearing Shirou's mutterings, Morgan seemed to realize something and reached out to press his shoulders.

"Shirou, don't think about such dangerous things."

"The decline of the Age of Gods is the will of the 'world,' and to stop the decline of the Age of Gods is tantamount to being an enemy of the 'world.'"

"If I actually did that, I would be hunted down by 'the world'!"

Hearing Morgan's worried reminder, Shirou nodded and gave Morgan a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."

Morgan relaxed, a hint of tension in his expression, before realizing he might have overreacted.

Perhaps it was because Shirou looked so adorable that it was difficult for her, as a princess, to maintain her usual aloof demeanor.

"Now, I'm going to take a bath."

"Would you like to... come with me?"

Morgan's eyes darted around, and with a mischievous grin, he extended an invitation to Shirou.

Is it normal for you to say such things to a child?

Do you know you're going to get an electric shock if you do that?!

Shirou remained unfazed by the witch's teasing, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

"Okay."

He even took a step forward, looking completely at ease.

"Morgan, let's go to the bathroom now."

A sudden straight ball.

"Ah...€€?"

Morgan, who had been hoping to see Shirou's shy reaction, froze instantly.

"Ahaha, um, that..."

Her gaze began to wander wildly, and her original aura instantly collapsed.

"I...I still prefer to shower alone!!"

He left behind this incoherent statement.

Morgan blushed and practically fled the bedroom.

Watching the other person's slightly disheveled yet graceful figure as they left, Shirou couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Could it be that this infamous witch is actually the type with "high attack and low defense"?

That's really surprising.

With these thoughts in mind, Shirou mobilized the magical power within his body.

After changing his appearance with magic, he leisurely left Morgan's bedroom.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: May I see your trophy?

It should be autumn in Britain right now.

The lazy sunlight is bright and pleasant.

Even the air felt warm.

This made Shirou, who had just arrived from the modern world near the approach of winter and was feeling a little reluctant to leave.

It's this season, just as summer transitions into autumn, that's the most pleasant.