FATE: Target of Grand Master

After finishing his meal, Xia Yan looked at Cú Chulainn, who seemed a little restless, and said, "Cú Chulainn, are you still not quite used to controlling your tail?"

Not just in the living room, but throughout the entire meal, Cú Chulainn's tail never stopped swaying back and forth.

"no."

Cú Chulainn held his breath, straining his face as if trying to control his tail, but with little success.

Seeing Cú Chulainn's constipated expression, Xia Yan suddenly had a good idea.

"Musashi, come help me."

Musashi, who had been summoned by Xia Yan, held Cú Chulainn's tail tightly. Then, Xia Yan took out a towel with Velcro closures and wrapped it completely around Cú Chulainn's tail.

Cú Chulainn tilted his head, looking completely bewildered by Xia Yan's actions.

After everything was wrapped up, Xia Yan patted Cú Chulainn on the shoulder with one hand and gave him a thumbs up with the other.

"Since your tail is going to wag around anyway, why not just sweep the floor? I remember when I was little, my neighbor's golden retriever would sweep its tail around like that. I thought to myself, 'That tail is perfect for sweeping.'"

Cú Chulainn immediately bristled: "Don't compare my tail to a dog's tail!"

However, in the end, Cú Chulainn was still tricked by Xia Yan into doing the housework that no one in the family wanted to do, under the pretense of cultivating and doing housework at the same time.

Having dealt with Cú Chulainn's loose ends, Xia Yan was finally able to free up his energy to form a Master group.

After sending the news of finding another person to Feng Yan, the other party readily agreed.

So, Xia Yan created a chat group and invited Feng Yan and Lan Muyan to join.

After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, the three faced a major question—what should their group be called?

No reply means you're brewing medicine (Lan Muyan): I'm not good at coming up with names, so I'll leave this to you guys.

30,000 words a day (Feng Yan): As the leader, this is the time to play a role.

Looking at the lazy and useless members on the screen, Xia Yan's lips twitched.

Collect all the fairy knights (Xia Yan): @30,000 words a day, don't you have a famous writer by your side? Ask him to help you think of something.

Daily updates of 30,000 words (Feng Yan): Don't even mention it. My captain keeps pestering him to write harem adventure stories featuring him as the protagonist, and he's almost depressed. Now he locks himself in his room every day, and I can't even see him.

Collect all the Fairy Knights (Xia Yan): ...

Gather the Fairy Knights (Xia Yan): And you, after being influenced by the great writer for so long, don't you have any constructive suggestions?

Daily updates of 30,000 words (Feng Yan): You rejected all my suggestions back then. I'm terrible at naming things too. You decide, I'm fine with anything.

Xia Yan pressed his temples in exasperation, wondering how he had ever fallen for these two.

"Is something bothering you?"

A clear but gentle voice came from behind.

Xia Yan looked at Morgan, who was sitting very close to him, and asked, "Morgan, you read a lot of books, can you give me some advice? What would be a good name for our Master Group?"

"The Fairy Round Table Domain," Morgan replied without hesitation.

Xia Yan covered her face.

"Your Majesty, could you please not use such revealing names?"

Morgan smiled.

Just kidding. Do you want something more positive or more negative?

Xia Yan replied without hesitation, "Let's be more positive. This Master Trial is already depressing enough; we need to have some hope."

"Hope? That's a rather unfamiliar word to me."

Morgan reached out and stroked Xia Yan's face.

"However, perhaps you are my hope."

It was clearly a somewhat ambiguous gesture, but for some reason, Xia Yan felt a surge of sadness from the bottom of his heart.

"Speaking of hope, sailors at sea rely on lighthouses as a source of hope and guidance, so how about we call it 'Lighthouse'?"

Xia Yan savored the word.

Lighthouses embody four dimensions: guiding direction, upholding spirit, dedicating oneself, and passing on civilization. They serve as geographical coordinates in the age of navigation and as spiritual totems of human civilization.

"Hmm, that's a good name."

Xia Yan didn't say thank you, but responded with a hug.

Morgan blushed slightly, but she did not refuse.

Xia Yan whispered but firmly in Morgan's ear, "I will also become your hope, your lighthouse."

Morgan's eyes welled up with tears. She had lived as a fairy for thousands of years, but no person or fairy had ever said such words to her before. Even if it was just a false bubble, her long-parched heart longed to be nourished in this moment.

Hey?

When did I start becoming more sentimental again?

Perhaps it was in the little moments she spent with Xia Yan that her frozen heart was gradually melting.

"Well, then you'll have to shoulder the responsibility of being my lighthouse. If you give up halfway, I'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

Xia Yan hurriedly released the embrace: "Your Majesty, you are using the gentlest tone to deliver the most terrifying threat."

Morgan smiled, a smile more captivating than ever before.

"Who told you to agree to it? I am the Queen of Fairy Britain, a being with a series of evil titles such as Enchantress and Witch. Being my husband and beacon isn't something that can be accomplished with just a few words. Now it's too late for you to regret it."

"I definitely won't regret it. Since I promised you, I will definitely do it."

Seeing Xia Yan's serious expression, Morgan's expression softened, and he silently said to Xia Yan: Thank you.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and in the end Morgan gave in, using the excuse of "I've said so much, I'll make myself a cup of black tea to soothe my throat" to go to the kitchen.

Morgan's black tea was very fragrant, and Xia Yan naturally didn't want to miss it. While waiting for the tea in the living room, he sent the name he had thought of to the group chat.

Feng Yan and Lan Muyan had no objections, so Xia Yan officially changed the chat group to an internal group for the Masters and filled in the relevant information. The "Lighthouse" Masters Group was thus established.

Xia Yan suddenly remembered that Feng Yan had wanted to tell him something before, so he asked about it in the Master Group's group chat.

Daily update of 30,000 words (Feng Yan): I encountered a Master who escaped using a teleportation orb. The Master learned a great deal about the Servants and their own abilities. You all need to be extra careful in the trials from now on. Especially Xia Yan, your Morgan is a powerful weapon; if it's exposed, you'll easily be targeted.

Collect all the Fairy Knights (Xia Yan): You reminded me a little too late.

30,000 words a day (Feng Yan): You guys haven't already encountered a Master with a teleportation orb, have you?

Gathering Fairy Knights (Xia Yan): Yes, not only did we encounter them, but we also let them escape, and Morgan's information was also exposed.

30,000 words a day (Feng Yan): Is the other party a Master group or a lone wolf?

No reply means they're brewing medicine (Lan Muyan): They have a Master group, and it's the "Round Table Knights" that they recruit new members for daily in the world channel.

30,000 words a day (Feng Yan): This is troublesome. Your information might flood the world channel tomorrow. You'd better prepare to be targeted by other Masters in the future.