FATE: Target of Grand Master

After delivering his superior's instructions, Kirei Kotomine turned and left alone.

The remaining four Masters in Group B experienced a similar data corruption phenomenon as Kirei Kotomine announced the results, and they all collapsed within a minute.

The atmosphere in the arena is a bit strange now.

Despite being comrades who had defeated their opponents together, Xia Yan and Hu Xia couldn't even shake hands to express "pleasant cooperation".

Objectively speaking, however, they really didn't have much cooperation.

After exchanging a brief glance, Xia Yan, displaying gentlemanly manners, first had Hu Xia leave the arena with her two followers.

As the elevator began to ascend, Xia Yan finally let out a long sigh.

"Morgan, are you holding a grudge?"

Morgan did not respond.

"Was it because this trial kept you outside again, making you very unhappy?"

It has to be said that the longer Xia Yan spent with Morgan, the more he understood Morgan's thoughts.

Morgan grunted in annoyance and then began to berate BB.

"Damn BB, I threw you in alone during the Fuyuki Trial last time, and now you dare to use the same trick again. One day, I'll show her why I'm called the 'Queen of Winter'!"

Morgan's words were harsh, but they also showed concern for Xia Yan's safety. Xia Yan naturally didn't say anything more; he just wanted her to vent.

However, he overlooked a factor in his own life that could displease Morgan.

"King Arthur's sister, don't worry, Yu is here with you. I've been by your side the whole way. As long as Yu is here, nothing bad will happen to you."

Nero had intended to comfort Morgan and, as a new Servant under contract with Xia Yan, to get closer to Morgan, who had been contracted earlier. However, her words sounded somewhat boastful to Morgan, especially considering Nero's appearance...

"Who are you? Why are you wearing Artoria's face?"

Morgan could sense that Nero's inner self had nothing to do with Artoria, but whenever she saw that face, an inexplicable anger would still rise in her heart.

"Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire, possessed a face comparable to Venus and an artistic talent comparable to Apollo."

Nero placed one hand on his chest and opened the other outward, puffed out his chest, raised his head, and proudly introduced himself.

"A face comparable to Venus?"

Morgan's hand was about to be raised when Xia Yan pressed it down hard.

"Okay, the elevator's here. Let's go out now."

After saying that, without waiting for Morgan and Nero's reaction, Xia Yan grabbed one of them with each hand and pulled them into the elevator car.

As the elevator ascended, Xia Yan quickly explained Nero's situation, from his life story to his abilities, and then to the incident where he resembled Artoria due to a certain company president surnamed Takeuchi being lazy. Of course, in front of Morgan, Xia Yan simply explained it as a coincidence that couldn't be simpler.

Although Morgan was still very unhappy with Nero's face, one was the emperor of the Roman Empire and the other was the king of Britain. The two were from vastly different eras and regions, so they couldn't possibly be the same person. In addition, with Xia Yan's guarantee, Morgan showed his tolerance and magnanimity and accepted the fact that Nero was a servant of Xia Yan's family.

However, accepting something is one thing, liking it or not is another.

However, after Morgan nodded in acceptance, Nero took her hand and said enthusiastically, "Beautiful Queen Morgan, I have been captivated by your beauty from the first moment I saw you. Would you be willing to dance with me later?"

Morgan's eye twitched, barely suppressing the urge to punch this fake Artoria, and said to Xia Yan, "Xia Yan, control your Servant."

Xia Yan hurriedly pulled Nero away from Morgan, then hoisted him onto his shoulder and walked to the other side of the elevator car.

"Player, put me down! Even you have no right to stop me from pursuing beautiful things!"

Xia Yan put Nero down, then pinched Nero's cheeks with both hands and whispered, "Nero, stop fooling around. Haven't you noticed that Morgan doesn't like this kind of thing?"

Nero, whose cheek was being pinched, mumbled, "Which way does Morgan prefer?"

"It's not a matter of which method you prefer."

Xia Yan just wanted to facepalm at that moment.

After stealing a glance at Morgan, who was sitting with his arms crossed and eyes closed, Xia Yan whispered, "Morgan doesn't like this kind of overly intimate behavior."

Nero suddenly realized what was going on and said, "Very well, since Morgan is unwilling, then you, the performer, will dance with me."

"Huh? Me?"

"Mmm!"

"But I don't know any court dance steps at all."

"I can teach you."

"And what about the dance music?"

"You can try Father Kotomine's shop. I remember he had a phonograph and CDs there."

"What about the dress?"

"You can also go to Father Kotomine."

"So, this dance is absolutely necessary?"

"Hmm! I've accompanied you all the way here, and you're not even willing to dance with me?"

Nero put on a pitiful expression, which made Xia Yan speechless.

"Okay. But it's a deal, I'll only dance one dance, and then I'll go back to rest."

Xia Yan is easily swayed by his own servants, and in the end, he couldn't bear to refuse Nero.

After the three returned to the lobby on the first floor, Nero, in high spirits, went first to Kirei Kotomine's shop and ordered everything needed for the evening's ball.

Morgan stood beside Xia Yan, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Xia Yan, you're too easy to talk to."

"Haha, it's not a big deal. It's no big deal to please Nero. Besides, it's all because you, Morgan, aren't willing. If you were willing to dance with Nero, I wouldn't be involved."

"Oh? So, it's still my fault?"

Morgan glanced at Xia Yan.

"How should I put it? There's always a tiny bit of that, more or less."

Xia Yan extended his right thumb and forefinger, making a "small" gesture.

"Xia Yan, it seems I've been too lenient with you lately, making you a little arrogant and unsure how to talk to me anymore."

Morgan feigned anger.

"Don't say that. I know His Majesty Morgan will forgive my little offense, that's why I dared to joke."

"Hmph, don't flatter me. I've noticed you're becoming less and less respectful of me. It seems it's time to remind you of the respectful attitude you had when we first met."

Despite Morgan's almost threatening words, Xia Yan maintained a nonchalant smile.

"Back then, we only had a normal master-servant relationship. How can you compare that to now?"

"So what is our relationship now?"

Morgan looked at Xia Yan with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

Looking into Morgan's eyes, Xia Yan said with utmost sincerity, "Morgan le Fay is my most relied-upon trump card, my most trusted family member, and also my... cough..."

Xia Yan cleared his throat and said gently, "She is also my most virtuous wife."