FATE: Target of Grand Master

A Servant is someone who, after death, is elevated to a level beyond human, is given the title of "Heroic Spirit," and is summoned through a ritual, making them a being that can be used.

The scope of heroic spirits is very broad. They can be heroes with brilliant achievements, great people who have made great contributions, legendary creatures, or even demotions made directly by gods.

Therefore, even if a Servant is merely an avatar of the Heroic Spirit, their strength is still extremely powerful.

Normally, the relationship between Master and Servant should be one of Master being primary and Servant being secondary. However, when a Servant resembling a king is summoned, the relationship between Master and Servant may be reversed.

And this is exactly the situation Xia Yan is facing right now.

"Berserker, Morgan. Queen of the fairy kingdom of Britain. Are you the one who desires to submit to me?"

Faced with the questioning from the silver-haired queen, who exuded a regal aura yet was indescribably beautiful, Xia Yan coughed twice with difficulty and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "My name is Xia Yan, and I am most likely your Master. I crave your power, but I do not wish to submit to you. Although I do not believe I am qualified to be above you, I hope we can at least have an equal relationship."

For Morgan, the Queen of the Fairy Kingdom of Britain, flattery was far too common, and people who dared to speak her mind so directly were few and far between.

Moreover, Morgan, with her fairy eyes, could confirm that the man before her was absolutely telling the truth.

Cough... Cough...

"Your Majesty, could you please treat me first? I have a bad feeling about me."

She had just said such a tough thing, and then immediately started asking herself for help. Her change of attitude was as smooth as butter being thrown into a hot pan.

Morgan looked at the man before him, who was indeed covered in wounds, and couldn't help but feel a little interested.

Morgan approached Xia Yan and gently touched Xia Yan's injured shoulder with his free hand.

"Restoration magic is not my area of ​​expertise, but I have frozen your physical condition. You are not in any immediate danger. You will not feel any pain and can move freely."

Xia Yan moved his body a bit and indeed felt no discomfort. He secretly marveled at how convenient magic tricks were.

Morgan stood up and turned her gaze outside.

"Tell me about the situation here, Master."

Hearing Morgan address him in a way that Xia Yan felt a great sense of relief; at least Morgan had accepted him for the time being.

"I don't know what's going on here either. Actually, I only arrived about ten minutes earlier than you."

The Master isn't a local either?

Morgan began to ponder the nature of the world.

"I guess it's just a minor anomaly."

Morgan was taken aback by Xia Yan's words, because Xia Yan had reached the same conclusion as him and had even said it before he could.

How could a Master whose magical abilities are almost indistinguishable from those of an ordinary human know so much information?

Morgan became even more interested in Xia Yan.

"I agree with that view. Since it's a minor singularity, there must be something causing its mutation. Finding and eliminating it should be your mission, Master, right?"

Xia Yan really wanted to say that he didn't have any mission like Fujimaru Ritsuka's; he just wanted to stay by her side and survive until dawn.

However, this would affect his image of being neither humble nor arrogant in Morgan's eyes.

In addition, Xia Yan also wanted to verify some of his conjectures about this Master Candidate Trial.

Having received Xia Yan's confirmation, Morgan picked up his wand and walked out of the building first.

Xia Yan quickly followed behind and saw the scene on the street.

Many skeleton soldiers wandered the streets, surrounded by burning flames and ruins, creating a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.

The surrounding skeleton soldiers naturally noticed Xia Yan and Morgan, these two outcasts, and immediately rushed over, only to be annihilated in an instant.

"Master, you've been staring at the ground since just now. Are you looking for something?"

Xia Yan was indeed looking for something, but he couldn't tell Morgan that he wanted to see if the Ferocious Bone, which had a chance to drop when killing skeletons in the game, would appear here.

"I just wanted to make sure there weren't any enemies I missed."

Xia Yan made up a reason on the spot.

"Oh? It seems Master still has some doubts about my abilities?"

Morgan's tone turned icy.

Before Xia Yan could react, she carried him with one hand and moved him over a hundred meters off the street, arriving at a place where skeleton soldiers were clustered together.

As the skeleton soldiers surged forward like a tide, Morgan waved his wand lightly in front of him, and several beams of light shot from the air above Morgan's head towards the skeleton soldiers.

In just a moment, nearly a hundred skeleton soldiers were put to the afterlife by Queen Morgan.

"Elegant, truly elegant."

Xia Yan, still being held by Morgan, clapped and acted as the atmosphere-setter.

Morgan showed no reaction to such praise, pointing in a direction and saying, "Master, there's someone over there with noticeably high magical power. Shall we go check it out?"

Seeing Morgan's still cold gaze, Xia Yan naturally nodded in agreement; he certainly didn't want to get a skeleton soldier trial card.

Morgan then tapped the ground with his wand, and a blue and white carriage appeared out of thin air on the street.

Morgan sat in the back of the carriage and then tossed Xia Yan into the driver's seat.

"Master, would you mind driving the carriage for me?"

Gazing at Morgan's dignified yet alluring demeanor, Xia Yan was utterly unable to refuse, but...

"I can't drive a horse-drawn carriage."

Xia Yan scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed.

Looking at Xia Yan's modern clothes, Morgan understood that Xia Yan's words were not just an excuse. After all, for a modern person like Xia Yan, the concept of a carriage was no different from that of an antique.

"That was indeed my oversight."

A circle of incomprehensible characters appeared on the wand, and then these characters flew into the two horses in front of the carriage.

"I've switched the carriage to easy driving mode. Master, you just need to flick the whip to start it and pull the reins to stop it."

If Xia Yan refused such a simple request, he would seem rather unmanly.

Then, a very strange scene appeared.

A magnificent blue and white carriage traveled peacefully through this ravaged world.

To ensure Xia Yan's safe driving, Morgan wiped out every skeleton soldier he could see, not even sparing those resting on street corners.

The two of them pushed their way to a square in an extremely elegant yet extremely brutal manner.

Unlike the surrounding streets, this open square had no skeletons; instead, there was only a figure shrouded in black mist, its form obscured.

Xia Yan immediately recognized the other party; it was a Shadow Follower.

These are pseudo-creatures formed by combining the remnants of a Heroic Spirit's spirit origin with surrounding magic or resentment. They are superior to grunts like skeleton soldiers, but inferior to Servants.

It seems that this shadow follower is very likely the boss of this trial.

Morgan, still holding his head high with an air of aloofness, slowly stepped down from the carriage and approached the shadow follower.

"Will you hang yourself now, or shall I trouble myself to do it?"