FATE: Target of Grand Master

After getting enough sleep, Xia Yan and the others moved toward the small island inhabited by numerous flying dragons, following the division of labor from the previous night.

Artemis has the ability to fly, Morgan can fly with Xia Yan, and Cú Chulainn can run on the sea with Morgan's help using rune magic.

The four quickly spotted their target: numerous bipedal dragons circling above the island.

As they drew closer, the wyverns noticed the four "small ones" and launched an attack on them.

Although these monsters were enormous, they were no match for the Servants.

Morgan was making dragon meat skewers with his black gun, while Luna was having a great time shooting dragons. Cú Chulainn, on the other hand, used his agility to catch a low-diving dragon and came into the air, constantly moving and killing among the dragons.

Seeing the three Servants engrossed in slaying the dragon, Xia Yan helplessly reminded them, "We're here to obtain dragon scales, not just to slay dragons. One of you needs to be responsible for cutting off the dragon scales."

"This is not a job the Queen should be doing," Morgan refused without hesitation.

"That's not something a goddess should do either."

Artemis replied with a smile, despite being "busy".

Cú Chulainn either didn't hear because he was too far away, or he simply didn't want to do the job and pretended not to hear, completely ignoring Xia Yan's words.

Then, the three of them looked at Xia Yan, who hadn't done anything at all, with perfect understanding.

"Why are you all staring at me? I don't... ah..."

Morgan loosened his grip and threw Xia Yan to the ground.

"Is this how you treat your Master?"

Xia Yan, who had landed safely, complained to the three Servants in the sky with a dissatisfied expression, but the Servants all silently turned their heads away.

With a long sigh, Xia Yan summoned Gan Jiang and Mo Xie and walked towards the mountain of flying dragon corpses piled up in front of him.

Insert the blade into the gap between the dragon scales and the dragon skin, then pry it open with force, and the dragon scales are easily peeled off.

The difficulty of extracting dragon scales was much lower than Xia Yan had imagined.

So Xia Yan stopped complaining and started working diligently, like a fisherman prying open an oyster shell on the beach.

"Hey, someone come and move these dragon scales back."

Xia Yan, having peeled off dozens of dragon scales, shouted towards the sky.

"Here you are."

Artemis, who was getting a little tired of shooting dragons, immediately responded.

"When you get back, remember to check with Drake to see how much more they need. If you have enough, you don't need to waste your energy."

"Okay."

"Don't worry, I'll find out."

Compared to Artemis, Orion's reply reassured Xia Yan more.

"Take a break. If you keep killing, all the dragons here will be wiped out."

After Artemis and Orion left, Xia Yan called out to the two Servants who still showed no sign of stopping, which finally made Morgan and Cú Chulainn stop.

Not long after the three stopped fighting, the two-legged wyverns that they had killed before dared not show their faces flew out again, roaring. Among these magical beasts was a huge black dragon, a true fantasy-level creature.

"Hmph, thinking you've gotten bolder just because you have a dragon backing you up. Lancer, how about becoming a dragon-slaying hero?"

"Morgan, I never knew you had such a sensible side."

Morgan was naturally eager to get started.

"Giving subordinates opportunities to perform is also a king's duty."

Morgan's unspoken message was: This guy isn't worthy of my attention.

"Hey, when did I become your subordinate? I don't remember." Cú Chulainn said, somewhat annoyed.

"Xia Yan is your master, and also my husband. In other words, you are my subordinate."

Cú Chulainn was speechless for a moment, as it seemed to make sense.

"Alright, alright, that black dragon is almost above our heads. Cú Chulainn, go and take care of it."

Xia Yan continued to act as a peacemaker.

"Wait a minute, take this with you."

Morgan tossed an empty glass bottle to Cú Chulainn.

"After killing that big guy, collect a bottle of dragon blood."

Cú Chulainn took the empty bottle without asking why, stepped on the bodies of several wyverns and came to the side of the black dragon, shattering one of the black dragon's wing membranes with a single thrust.

The black dragon, having lost its balance, plummeted to the ground. However, before it could regain its footing, the blue lancer's Noble Phantasm was already aimed at its heart.

"Noble Phantasm! Spear Piercing Death Thorns!"

The crimson spear pierced the dragon's heart, followed by the massive body collapsing with a deafening crash.

The wyverns around him scattered like birds and beasts, and Cú Chulainn didn't bother to pay them any attention.

After handing Morgan a full bottle of dragon's blood, Cú Chulainn found a comfortable spot on the ground and lay down.

Morgan immediately summoned a crucible, poured in the dragon blood and many other materials that Xia Yan had never seen before, and began to boil them.

"Morgan, you look more like an evil witch brewing potions!" Xia Yan joked.

"Yes, I am indeed brewing a potion."

Xia Yan scratched his face, his eyes darting around as he asked, "This potion isn't for me to drink, is it?"

Morgan's lips curled slightly.

Do you think I have the time or inclination to brew potions for others?

Xia Yan leaned closer to the crucible and took a sniff. The smell was even more pungent than an old woman's foot binding cloth, and he immediately took several steps back.

"Your Majesty, what the hell are you doing?"

Xia Yan felt that his nose had lost its function.

"A potion made primarily from the blood of pure dragons, supplemented with various rare medicinal herbs, that enhances both physical and mental resistance."

"But this is just too... ugh..."

Xia Yan felt terrible when he smelled the large spoonful of potion that Morgan scooped out of the cauldron.

"Sweetie, drink it, it'll do you good."

Morgan's tone at that moment sounded exactly like a mother persuading her child to take medicine.

Xia Yan naturally didn't suspect Morgan of trying to harm him, but the smell of this potion was just too much; Xia Yan could feel every hair on his body resisting it.

Seeing that Xia Yan still refused, Morgan didn't force-feed him. Instead, he casually moved his fingers to temporarily block out Xia Yan's sense of smell and taste.

"Is this okay now?"

Having come this far, Xia Yan naturally couldn't refuse any longer. Despite feeling uncomfortable, he forced the potion down his throat.

As soon as the potion entered his stomach, Xia Yan felt a warm current spreading from his stomach, gradually reaching all parts of his body, and his mind seemed to be clearer than before.

However, apart from this feeling, Xia Yan did not sense anything else unusual.

Xia Yan told Morgan how she felt, then asked, "Is that all?"

Morgan nodded.

"This potion looks stimulating, but its effects are actually quite mild. You won't feel anything special unless you're attacked."

The little incident with the potion came to an end, and the three rested for a while. Xia Yan had not seen Artemis return for a long time, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Morgan, Cú Chulainn, let's go back and see if anything has happened."