FATE: Target of Grand Master

It wasn't until Morgan walked up to Xia Yan that the male protagonist, whose eyes were wide open, remembered what he was supposed to do.

"My beautiful wife, Your Majesty Morgan, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

Morgan was very satisfied with Xia Yan's reaction and gladly placed his hand on Xia Yan's inviting palm.

As the music began, Xia Yan and Morgan started a dance that was uniquely theirs.

Xia Yan wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that he was more relaxed when he was dancing with Morgan than when he was dancing with Nero.

"Can you feel it?"

Morgan smiled confidently.

"As a virtuous wife, how can I let my husband feel that dancing with me is a tiring experience?"

Sure enough, Morgan secretly used magic to completely dispel Xia Yan's fatigue.

"Thank you, Morgan."

Xia Yan's polite reply did not satisfy Morgan.

"Why are you thanking me? Don't you have any other way to express your gratitude?"

This stumped Xia Yan.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Yan said quietly, "I'll cook you a delicious meal when we get back."

"You're making it sound like I can eat a lot."

Morgan was clearly not satisfied.

"Then I'll buy you a gift next time..."

"Have you forgotten? We can't go into Fuyuki City anymore. Besides that, the only place you can shop is BB Mall. I don't want any of that stuff."

At times like these, Morgan would feel a sense of helplessness, like Xia Yan was a block of wood. He was very good at talking, but he made no progress in his actions.

What Morgan wanted was actually very simple: a loving hug or a passionate kiss would be enough to satisfy this "Queen of Winter".

"I'll think of something after we finish this dance."

Xia Yan's embarrassed expression was rare, so Morgan, who was watching closely, let him off the hook for the time being. However, Xia Yan's next words made Morgan a little angry.

"Morgan, have you ever wondered why Nero suddenly wanted someone to dance?"

"Xia Yan, dancing with me, but his mind is still on other women..."

Xia Yan suddenly felt his body was incredibly heavy, as if the gravity beneath his feet had instantly increased fivefold.

"Your Majesty Morgan, I didn't mean it, please let me explain..."

Morgan looked at Xia Yan, who was sweating profusely, and still softened her heart and gave him a chance.

Driven by his survival instinct, Xia Yan didn't even have time to wipe away his sweat before he immediately said, "Morgan, with your intelligence, didn't you sense that Nero was acting strangely? As the emperor of a country, and Nero, who was known for her extravagant lifestyle during her lifetime, even if she wanted to hold a ball, she should have chosen a grand enough venue. But she chose the first-floor hall, a place that even I think is too shabby for a ball."

"But these are the best the conditions are here," Morgan replied.

"You're right, these are indeed the only conditions available here. So the question is, why did Nero choose to hold it here? Because of time. She has to hold it before the final match."

Morgan seemed to be getting the hang of it.

"you mean..."

"I think Nero was using this ball to mask his fear."

"Fear? You mean this heartless, optimistic emperor?"

"Yes. Nero is human too, and humans experience fear. I can sense her fear that she might be separated from us after tomorrow's decisive match."

"Xia Yan, aren't you overthinking this? After all, Nero is a queen; she should be used to separation by now."

Morgan, who was also a monarch, offered his opinion.

"Habit doesn't mean the absence of fear. Just as some people can get used to living with a body full of pain, they will still fear the erosion that the pain will cause to their bodies. Nero lived a life of being pampered and adored, so she was more afraid of loneliness and separation than anyone else. If she hadn't said goodbye properly when she left, Nero might have returned in an even worse state to seek revenge."

"So, this ball is her way of saying goodbye to you and me?"

"Yes, at least Nero himself probably had that mindset."

"Hmph. She underestimates us too much. Now that I'm by your side, tomorrow's decisive match will surely be our victory."

"Nero doesn't disbelieve we can win, but after seeing Husha's Artoria, she can't help but worry that we will ultimately win at an extremely heavy cost, which is something she doesn't want to see."

"What a worrying nonsense."

Although Morgan complained, he did not deny Nero's original intention.

"Then we must win decisively and beautifully tomorrow."

Hearing Morgan's firm declaration, Xia Yan nodded emphatically.

"That's right, that's what I think too. Although Nero is prepared to part, I don't want to be separated from her, and to keep her, I need to rely on your strength, Morgan. That's why I need to discuss this with you."

"You are the Master, so you should decide on this kind of thing."

Although Xia Yan now has another female servant by his side, who even has Artoria's face, Morgan still maintains the sense of a heroine who believes that it's a good thing to be able to help Xia Yan. As for those guys who always want to take Xia Yan away from her, that has to be based on the premise that Xia Yan is alive.

"But I don't want to decide Nero's fate as his Master; that would be too calculating. I want to discuss with my wife, who is also the first member of our safe house, as all of us here, about accepting a new member."

Xia Yan's words immediately dispelled Morgan's previous resentment.

"Okay, I agree. But..."

Morgan looked at Xia Yan's smiling face.

"But what?"

"You should still focus on consolidating and strengthening your own power. Don't think about bringing her home just because she's beautiful."

Forehead...

Xia Yan felt that Morgan seemed to have some misunderstanding about his standards for recruiting Servants, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that the Servants in his household were indeed all handsome men and beautiful women, and he couldn't really refute it.

"I will be careful."

When the music ended, Nero, who was standing to the side, also looked very happy.

As Xia Yan said, she was indeed afraid of tomorrow's decisive match, but not because she was afraid of parting from Xia Yan as a servant, but because she was afraid that Xia Yan would fight Hu Xia to the death for her sake.

After spending these few days together, Nero could also sense that Xia Yan was a person who valued loyalty and affection very much. Such a person was naturally a lucky master for a servant, but once he acted on his emotions, he was also extremely prone to making mistakes.

Nero didn't want Xia Yan to force Morgan to fight Artoria because of her. If Morgan ended up seriously injured or even won by trading one for one with Artoria, Nero would probably feel guilty until he returned to the Throne of Heroes.

"Xia Yan, could I borrow this place for a moment?"

Seeing that Xia Yan, Morgan, and Nero had no intention of continuing, Hu Xia walked up to Xia Yan and asked.

Unlike before, Xia Yan didn't see any mischievous grin on Hu Xia's face this time; instead, Hu Xia was looking at him with genuine sincerity.

"You want to dance too?"

"Hmm. Don't worry, I'm not asking to dance with you. It's just that seeing you and your Servant interact so closely, I'd like to take this opportunity to deepen my bond with my Servant as well."