Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

While Shirou was wondering what was going on, Rin had already crawled into bed.

"Stop talking nonsense! Push it in a little more!"

A small single bed was crammed with more people than it should have been able to support.

"Sister...Shirou...it's so crowded...!"

Sakura couldn't help but let out a mournful cry.

"Idiot, Shirou! Don't touch those weird places!"

"Shirou... if you hold me tight like before, it won't be so crowded."

The voices of the two girls, one spoiled and the other affectionate, lingered in Shirou's ears, leaving him in a dilemma.

Shirou's bed wasn't very big to begin with; it was barely big enough for him and Sakura to lie down on.

But now, there's one more.

Sakura, who was getting a little too crowded, started to fight back.

Shirou, who was sleeping in the middle, was being squeezed like cheese sandwiched between two girls on either side.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that they finally succumbed to sleep and fell into a deep slumber.

"Finally, things have calmed down..."

Looking at the slender arms and soft legs draped over him, Shirou looked helpless.

Compared to the quiet and peaceful Sakura, Rin's sleeping posture is undoubtedly much worse.

Shirou has experienced this firsthand.

Chapter Seventy: The Witch's Heart Fluttering Moment

Age of Gods.

Under the blazing sun, all things grow.

The soft golden light caressed the forests, fertile soil, mountains, and rivers.

Everything was bathed in the warm sunshine.

"Wait a minute, Shirou~"

"This barrier needs to be set up like this to maximize its effectiveness..."

Inside the luxuriously decorated bedroom of the ancient castle, on the witch's private bed, a slightly languid voice echoed softly.

Morgan looked at Shirou, who was trying to set up a barrier in the room, and moved a little closer with some anxiety.

At this moment, Shirow was sitting on the edge of Morgan's bed.

This witch, condemned by all and despised by the world, possesses a captivating beauty and allure that only Shirou can now glimpse.

"I see……"

As Shirou listened to Morgan's explanation, he suddenly felt enlightened, and some of the questions in his mind were cleared up as if the clouds had parted.

The reason I sought out Morgan to learn the art of creating protective barriers was to ensure that my home would remain safe for as long as possible.

That way, even after the Holy Grail War ends, I won't have to worry too much about the situation at home.

During the Holy Grail War, Enkidu can guard the house during the day and accompany the player at night.

"Morgan, you really have a talent for being a teacher."

Looking at this alluring witch, Shirou couldn't help but sigh.

Perhaps she trusted him too much; Morgan's current posture on the bed is somewhat undignified.

Those snow-white legs lying across his vision made Shirou unsure where to look.

Morgan's legs are exceptionally well-shaped, truly the best of the best.

Round and slender, perfectly proportioned.

Fair-skinned and snow-white, a deadly temptation.

I wonder what it would look like if Morgan wore one of those tight-fitting female teacher uniforms.

Those long, voluptuous legs, encased in black stockings and paired with a bodycon skirt, are sure to be captivating.

After all, even without any covering, it's already eye-catching enough.

Especially those jade-like feet.

Her toes, smooth as jade, were slightly curled.

The deep blue paint on her nails, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window grilles, added a touch of alluring charm.

Just thinking about those jade-like feet will probably make me want to eat a few more bowls of rice.

After initially avoiding eye contact, Shirou eventually gave up on the idea of ​​not looking at what is improper.

Since the witch herself seemed completely unconcerned, he stopped bothering with formalities.

"Morgan, if I use a Noble Phantasm as a medium to set it up, the barrier's effect should be stronger, right?"

"A Noble Phantasm..."

Morgan looked thoughtful upon hearing this.

Noble Phantasms are the crystallization of humanity's yearning for "miracles".

It is a "fantasy" that has been sublimated from heroic legends.

"If it were a Noble Phantasm, the effect would indeed be greatly enhanced, but do you really want to do that?"

"Using such a precious treasure as a medium?"

Morgan felt a little sorry for Shirow.

"I actually have quite a lot of Noble Phantasms now."

Shirou scratched his cheek and said to the witch beside him.

“€€?”

Morgan was stunned when he heard this.

"Really...?"

Seeing Morgan's skeptical expression, Shirou waved his right hand.

In an instant

Several beams of azure magical light lit up on the tiled floor of the bedroom.

sword.

Swords of various colors and shapes.

All that could be seen was this one type of Noble Phantasm.

Although they are all different, they all belong to the category of swords.

The entire palace was reflecting the dazzling colors of the Noble Phantasm.

"Although there are other categories as well, only swords and other treasures are close to the quality of the real thing."

"Authentic?"

"You mean to say..."

Morgan suddenly realized something, and his dark blue eyes widened slightly.

"Yes."

Shirou nodded noncommittally.

"These are all treasures that I copied."

"As for the reason, it's a long story."

Before Shirou could finish speaking, the witch pressed her index finger against his lips.

"It's alright if you don't tell me, Shirou."

His deep blue eyes trembled slightly.

In those eyes, Shirou saw something called "inferiority complex".

Even a powerful witch can have such emotions.

After all, she grew up in an environment filled with malice.

Despite trying her best to be welcomed by everyone, she only attracts more hatred because of her naturally dark magical talent.

People who have never been loved are more likely to develop feelings of inferiority.

Even if you suddenly acquire something, you'll doubt whether you deserve it...

Suddenly, the witch's hand was grasped.

A pair of smaller, softer hands enveloped the witch's hands.