The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

With this belief, Grey actually behaves more heroically than Helena.

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong? My magic costume..."

"Ok?"

Gray suddenly understood something.

"Mr. Ian..."

The girl in the man's arms asked softly as she looked at the Rhongomyniad, which had just released an unknown substance.

"Isn't this a similar existence?"

"You're really smart." Ian sighed again, "You're worthy of being someone who can learn so much on his own."

"Yes--"

The man's gaze shifted from the girl to the Rhongomyniad, the spear that had nearly killed him.

"I feel like this is the same thing."

Ian wasn't talking nonsense.

During the time he spent with Gray, he was the person besides her who had the most contact with the Rhongomyniad - it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the second owner.

"so……"

Gray's voice softened a bit.

That was the reaction she would have when she recalled something bad.

"Is this also a product of 'Reasoning the Law'? Just like my weapon?"

Theoretical and legal reaction.

A theory that the Atlas Academy is proud of.

According to the basic principles of alchemy, it is possible to "infuse" something that no longer exists into a "carrier" in a "reproduction" manner.

In a sense, this is the source of Gray's pain.

Although he didn't want to open Grey's scars again, Ian knew that he needed her to face these things now.

"I'm sorry, Gray, I didn't mean to bring that up."

"I know!"

Although her voice was low, Gray's tone was very firm, and she didn't look depressed at all because of recalling bad things.

"Mr. Ian, please don't treat me like a weak child—I'm not that bad yet!"

"so……"

The girl's eyes were extremely serious, showing her determination.

"If there's anything you want me to do, please tell me—"

"When Mr. Ian took me away from Brakmoya Village, I was ready to do everything for you!"

"Gray..."

Seeing that the girl who looked so fragile was so courageous, Ian knew that it was not the time for him to hesitate.

"Gray—"

"Since I feel their mechanisms are the same..."

"Can you use the same logic to make them unfold into other shapes?"

"If I can do that—then maybe I can use this weapon!"

This is clearly a desperate move.

Magic will produce completely different effects depending on the individual caster (for example, for the same fire magic, some people can use fireballs, while others can only use flames).

Alchemy naturally has a similar situation.

Since the "alchemical products" are different, the reproduced "results" naturally cannot be the same.

This is a big gamble.

Ian couldn't take the risk himself, only Grey was qualified.

"I see--"

"Then Mr. Ian, can you kiss me?" Gray said calmly.

"Everyone in Chaldea said that it would make us feel much luckier this way!"

"..."

Although he is very smart, he sometimes thinks about things very simply.

Ian really felt that Gray in front of him was merging with Altria little by little.

only--

He quickly shook off the feeling.

Grey is Grey;

Artoria is Artoria.

There are no substitutes - they are all unique.

"I see."

After a simple and affectionate kiss, Gray pushed Ian away contentedly.

"Let's go a little further—"

Saying this, the girl came alone to the other side, where the Lance of the End (Rhongomyniad) shone brightly.

"Want to unfold it into a different shape?"

"So--"

"That's it!"

"Limited Expansion: Grim Reaper!"

When the girl used the alchemical principle again, Ian knew the next moment that he had made the right bet.

Because the Rhongomyniad, which had been motionless, began to shine with the light of daylight.

The original shape began to deform step by step like a twisted building block.

only--

When the Rhongomyniad was completely transformed into the Grim Reaper, Ian saw a familiar figure.

Is that... Morgan?

Is she waving to herself?

812. Morgan: Stay Here with Me——/Emotional Impurities in Alchemy (4k)

All sounds disappeared at this moment.

All a man can see and focus on is the woman in front of him.

Morgan...

She was waving at him again and again, as if beckoning him to come over.

"..."

Before Ian could make a decision, his legs moved in front of her as if by magic.

"..."

Before the man could say a word, Morgan rushed over and kissed him.

"Well……"

The taste of both cold and hot followed the man until he fell into it.

No matter what happened before, no matter what will happen in the future...

At least at this moment, Ian's heart returned to her again.

I don't know how long it will take...

Morgan finally let the man in front of him go.

And Ian was finally able to see clearly what she was wearing at the moment - it was exactly the same style as the woman he met before crossing the desert.

No.

Saying that they are the same model may not be enough to reflect that level.

This is the same person!

Yes.

The woman I met in the desert was Morgan!

"Princess..."

As soon as Ian opened his mouth, Morgan covered his mouth.

The latter looked up at the man in front of him and said softly:

"Just call me Morgan, okay?"

"..."

The man nodded, and Morgan finally released the hand that was covering his mouth.

At the same time, she seemed to have guessed the man's thoughts and answered in advance.

"Yes."

"You're right—the person you met in the desert was me."

"I brought you here."

"..."

"What's that look in your eyes?" Morgan asked back, "Are you mad at me?"

"Nothing." Ian shook his head.

"I can't be mad at you—I'm just wondering why I met you here."

"You still want to know the answer as always."

Morgan smiled calmly.

"Because I want to tell you something."

"Shining in the Rhongomyniad, you should have seen it, right?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

"It's in the Atlas Courtyard, isn't it?"

"only--"

"Just why there are two, that's what you want to know, right?"

Seeing that Morgan had predicted his thoughts again, Ian was not surprised and nodded directly.

"Indeed it is."

"I don't understand why there are two such weapons. Although there is some rational reaction as a basis, I think this is still a bit too outrageous."

"after all……"

Ian did not continue.

Because he was the one who had truly experienced the destruction of the Rhongomyniad - that was a weapon that could almost destroy even one's will, how could it be so easily replicated by alchemy?

however--

As if he had anticipated Ian's doubts, Morgan quickly answered: