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He spoke thoughtfully.

"By the way, how's your special Command Spell going now? And what is Musashi doing now?"

Marisa took off her hat and brushed off the nonexistent dust while answering nonchalantly:

"Command Seal~"

She stretched out her voice, and her black cape swayed slightly as she turned around.

"There hasn't been any special reaction recently. As for that guy Musashi..."

She suddenly showed a sly smile,

"I said a few days ago that I wanted to go find you to spar again~"

"Uh, forget it, let her play by herself..."

Zhou Yuan's eyes twitched slightly when he heard that. It was obvious that he had no interest in the swordsman's invitation to "compete".

"Oh, right."

He changed the subject and stretched out his hand.

"Could you give me that Command Seal of yours?"

Marisa tilted her head, her long golden hair swaying slightly with the movement:

"Huh? Why do you suddenly want to watch this?"

She fumbled around her body carelessly, and finally pulled out the sealed scroll from under her skirt and threw it over.

"Here, here you go~"

"Well, thanks."

Zhou Yuan took the scroll and without further explanation, handed it directly to Morgan beside him.

"Morgan, come and see what's so special about this Command Seal? It seems to have been given to her by Rasputin."

The Queen nodded gracefully, her black veil swaying slightly as she took the scroll.

Her slender fingers traced the lines on the scroll's surface, and a sharp gleam flashed in her emerald eyes.

Marisa watched this interaction with even greater curiosity. She quietly slid over to Patchouli, covered her mouth with her black gloves, and whispered:

"Hey~Paki, who is this person?"

His big golden eyes were full of inquiry, like a kitten that had discovered something new.

......

"Um..."

Morgan slowly spread the parchment on the oak table, his fingertips gently stroking the yellowed lines on the paper.

She raised her head, and the corners of her lips curled up in a meaningful arc under the veil.

"What a lucky girl~"

Her emerald eyes stared at Marisa through the black veil, and the depth in her gaze made the usually carefree magician shrink her neck unconsciously.

"What, what's wrong?"

Marisa subconsciously grasped the edge of her magic hat.

"Besides surveillance, does this Command Spell have any other problems?"

Patchouli also pushed up her glasses, her purple eyes sparkling with a gleam of curiosity.

Morgan raised his hand gracefully, outlining a three-dimensional projection of the Command Seal in mid-air.

As she tapped her fingertips, the runes on the surface floated away like snowflakes, revealing the intricate spell patterns underneath.

"The function of the Command Spell is only its appearance."

She waved her hand lightly, and the patterns in the projection suddenly enlarged, with the technique at the core flashing a dangerous red light.

"Below this, besides surveillance that's not too dangerous, there's also..."

The pattern in the center of the projection suddenly twisted and deformed, transforming into an exquisite container structure.

"This curse-transformed 'Container System'~"

"Container?"

Patchouli took a closer look.

"I remember researching this before. Isn't it just a magic storage device? Although it has some characteristics of fairy magic..."

"There's actually nothing wrong with what you said. Magical energy storage is just its most basic function."

Morgan's voice was clear.

"To put it simply, this is the Lesser Holy Grail."

"Little Holy Grail?!"

Patchouli stood up suddenly.

"Isn't that a container used to collect the magic power of defeated servants? How could it be..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, and her purple pupils suddenly contracted.

"Could it be?! But that's too vicious..."

Morgan directly took over the other party's words and interrupted her with a chuckle:

"You guessed it right."

Her emerald eyes turned to Marisa,

"That's why I said this little girl is very lucky. If she had waited until a Servant was defeated..."

"Huh? W-What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"

Marisa shuddered, and her long golden hair stood up.

"Does this thing have any other uses?!"

"Yeah, you're right~"

Morgan leaned forward slightly, her veil swaying slightly with the movement:

"Do you know the magic of material transformation? This Command Spell is a similar technique~"

Her voice was eerily gentle.

"The only difference is that it transforms a living human body... into a small Holy Grail that stores magical power~"

In an instant, Marisa's hair stood on end.

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"Do you still intend to continue this Holy Grail War?"

Morgan's sudden question startled everyone present.

Zhou Yuan frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his violet eyes:

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with that?"

The Queen shook her head slightly, and her black veil swayed slightly with the movement:

"That's not the case. I simply want to remind you that this Holy Grail War has long since lost its original meaning."

"Ah? Why do you say that?"

Marisa couldn't help but interrupt, her big golden eyes filled with confusion.

"And... who are you? Why do you know so much about these things?"

"Morgan, the legendary fairy princess of Britain."

Patchouli pushed up her glasses and answered for her.

"However... it does differ somewhat from the image I understand from ancient texts. But since she was the one who performed the ritual that caused the Servant's true form to descend during this Holy Grail War, she must have a point."

Morgan glanced up at Patchouli and wasn't surprised that the great witch knew about his legend.

She crossed her legs gracefully, her long black skirt cascading down like water:

"I am indeed Morgan, but not exactly the same as the one you know. Or rather, her existence has now been absorbed into me. Consider me... a fairy queen from another branch of legend."

She paused, tapping her fingertips lightly on the table:

"And the reason I say this is because the Greater Holy Grail system doesn't exist in this Holy Grail War. The so-called wish-granting has been impossible from the outset. Such a ritual is essentially meaningless."

Marisa felt a little angry when she heard this:

"Eh?! Then why were we fighting so hard before?!"

A trace of pity flashed in Morgan's emerald eyes:

"That's a shame, because you've all been used. This 'war' is just a tool for someone to achieve their goals."

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"So..."

Zhou Yuan suddenly thought of something, frowned slightly, and said hesitantly:

"You mean to say that there won't be a winner in this Holy Grail War?"

Morgan looked back at him, the corners of her lips slightly raised under her black veil:

"Indeed, my dear husband~"

"Husband?!!"

Marisa's eyes suddenly widened, and her long golden hair exploded.

She pointed at Zhou Yuan in disbelief:

"You, you, you... Aren't you already engaged to Remi and Fran?"

Her voice echoed through the library, startling several familiars perched on the bookshelves.

The black witch's hat was tilted because of shock, revealing her wide-open golden eyes.

Seeing this, Patchouli silently pushed her glasses up, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red under her long purple hair.

She coughed lightly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, but the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Zhou Yuan suddenly felt a familiar stabbing pain in his waist.

Morgan's fingers were "gently" pinching his soft flesh.

He forced himself to laugh calmly.

"Well...it's a long story..."

He gently held Morgan's rebellious hand, interlocked his fingers and squeezed her palm soothingly:

"Later... I'll tell you the story between Morgan and me... and between Melyuchina and Bavanshi..."

Morgan snorted softly, a smile flashing in his emerald eyes, but he didn't continue to embarrass him.

The black veil swayed gently as she turned her head, covering the corners of her slightly upturned mouth.

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Morgan went back.

Her figure gradually dissipated into the air - at least for the time being.

Although the projection had the same touch as the original body, the proud Queen was obviously unwilling to let her projection have any overly close contact with Zhou Yuan.

"You're even jealous of your own projection? That's really cute."

Zhou Yuan recalled Morgan's angry look when she left, and couldn't help but chuckle.

His slender fingers unconsciously stroked the waist that had just been pinched, and a gentle smile filled his violet eyes.

"Ding—an anomaly detected in the Holy Grail War!"

The long-lost system prompt sound suddenly rang in his mind, and Zhou Yuan suddenly remembered -