FATE: Target of Grand Master

The next morning, when Xia Yan opened his eyes, he was the only one left in the room.

After getting dressed, Xia Yan gently opened the door and saw Musashi surrounded by a group of female Servants in the lobby on the first floor, constantly offering lame excuses.

"Oh dear, I did drink too much last night, and then I accidentally ended up in Xia Yan's room, so I ended up spending the night there. Hahaha."

The other Servants around them all crossed their arms, giving off a "Do you think we'd believe that?" look.

"Although I did have some ideas last night, Xia Yan didn't refuse, so instead of questioning me here, you should think about who will be next."

Musashi's strategy of sowing discord had an immediate effect. The group, who had initially been united in demanding a proper apology from Musashi, began to consider what excuse they could come up with to be alone with Xia Yan.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was distracted, Musashi immediately slipped away and ran out of the villa.

"Oh no, she got away!"

Several followers immediately gave chase.

Seeing the chaotic scene, Xia Yan decided to stay home for the time being.

"How was your last night?"

Suddenly, a clear, cold female voice came from behind Xia Yan.

Without turning around, Xia Yan knew that the voice belonged to Morgan.

What should have been just a simple expression of concern now made Xia Yan feel like he was being interrogated.

He turned his head and looked at Morgan's beautiful face. He couldn't bring himself to say anything like "you're doing very well," but if he said something like "not so good" or "just so-so," Morgan could tell he was lying.

Therefore, he had no choice but to remain silent.

Fortunately, Morgan didn't seem to intend to punish him. She reached out and stroked Xia Yan's face, smiling, "Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to blame you. Actually, I was prepared for this kind of thing. As long as you keep putting me first, I'm satisfied."

Morgan's hands were a little cold, which made Xia Yan shiver involuntarily.

"Of course, to ensure my rights as your wife, I will keep a record of every time you have been with other women. For every time you have been with one of them, you must have been with me once as well, otherwise you are not allowed to find other women."

Yes, that's very much in line with Morgan's style. In other words, all the other women combined can't surpass me, so I'm naturally number one.

Morgan glanced at the empty lobby on the first floor and a smile played on his lips.

"So, I'm going to exercise my rights as your wife now. With the nourishment from my potions and Tiamat's cooking, your body shouldn't be unable to handle even a mere second battle, right?"

Without giving Xia Yan a chance to refuse, Morgan immediately grabbed Xia Yan's shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

As a teleportation spell was cast beneath their feet, the two figures vanished from the corridor.

Two hours later, Morgan reluctantly let Xia Yan leave his room.

After quickly eating some food, Xia Yan also quickly got into work mode.

Having successfully brought the four Masters under control, Xia Yan will now shift his focus back to the capital, Moscow.

Reform was not an option for the nobles and citizens of Moscow, because in their minds, the Terrible was a unique figure.

Xia Yan had no intention of changing their minds. What he wanted to do was to shatter the unique image of the Tsar in their minds and then rule them with force. Those who obeyed would prosper, and those who resisted would perish.

Don't think Xia Yan's approach is cruel. For these nobles and citizens of the capital, they are supporters and beneficiaries of the old system. To get them to accept the new system, you can't just reason with them. The only way is to use drastic measures to make them understand that the old era is over and that if they don't change, they will only become casualties of the old era.

After informing the village chief Yaga of the location of the roaring beasts nearby, Xia Yan led his followers back to Moscow and rested for two days in the capital.

During this period, in addition to receiving daily reform reports from the other four Masters, Xia Yan also worked hard to adjust his own and his Servants' condition to its best.

Originally, Xia Yan wanted to take advantage of his ample fighting force to question Kirei Kotomine about his identity. He had a feeling that the other party was not just an NPC character in this world, but this guy disappeared after Xia Yan and the others returned to Moscow.

Even though Xia Yan had Morgan thoroughly investigate the entire Lostbelt, they found nothing, as if the guy had already left this world.

Although the fake priest seemed increasingly suspicious, his disappearance saved Xia Yan the trouble of expending extra energy to deal with him.

And so, two days later at noon, Morgan floated alone on the hill next to the Moscow Imperial Palace, the place Xia Yan had told her about the sleeping giant mammoth, the mountain-type magical beast that Ivan the Terrible had ridden.

"To be honest, these seven Lostbelts have never truly clashed before. But since we are all kings of Lostbelts, I will still give them my due respect."

After Morgan finished speaking, he took out the Jewel Sword, extracted all the magic power from it, and then immediately began chanting the Noble Phantasm.

"This is a dream of destruction that I keep witnessing. There is no reward, no redemption. Even at the end, the birds will still sing of tomorrow."

Twelve giant silver spears fell from the sky, enveloping the entire hill. Each spear contained unparalleled magic power. After a brief pause, like the calm before a storm, the magic power of the twelve giant silver spears converged towards the center.

"roar!"

Seemingly sensing a life-threatening magical reaction, the giant mammoth, which should have been asleep, suddenly awoke.

However, its size was simply too enormous, making it impossible for it to dodge Morgan's Noble Phantasm.

"Please give me guidance! This ideal place is no longer reachable."

As Morgan finished chanting, a terrifying stream of magic rose from beneath the giant mammoth's feet, transforming into a soaring torrent that seemed to connect heaven and earth.

"roar!!!!"

Even the giant mammoth, which has been considered a divine beast since the Age of Gods, could only wail in agony before Morgan's Noble Phantasm.

However, this surge of magical energy did not last long, disappearing after only five seconds.

"Tsk. Even if the conditions for activating a Noble Phantasm are met, this is all that can be done in the end."

Morgan was clearly dissatisfied. She had intended to kill the giant mammoth with her Noble Phantasm, but found that in her current state, even if she activated the Noble Phantasm, she could only sustain it for a short five seconds. Both the duration and power of the Noble Phantasm were far from her normal level.

Without a doubt, Morgan's Noble Phantasm is extremely powerful, but the price of high damage is high consumption. Morgan's Noble Phantasm requires far more mana than that of ordinary Servants.

If there were a throne, a mere divine beast from the Age of Gods would be no match for it. However, without a throne and with insufficient magic power, the giant mammoth, relying on the powerful physique and vitality of the divine beast from the Age of Gods, actually managed to withstand Morgan's Noble Phantasm.

Of course, even if it survived, the giant mammoth's exterior was charred black as if burned, and its heavy breathing betrayed its pain. Its limbs, which were directly impacted by the magic flow, lost their vitality and could not support the enormous weight of its master.

boom!

With a deafening roar that shook the earth, the giant mammoth, barely awakened, lost its ability to move, like a paralyzed beast, constantly emitting mournful cries of despair.

"What did you do to my mount?!"

Suddenly, a majestic and ancient voice came from above the giant mammoth's head.

Morgan looked down and saw a figure standing there, wearing a crown, holding a scepter, with blue skin, resembling a humanoid monster—Ivan the Terrible.