The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

thump.

thump.

Plerati's words hit the nail on the head about what Morgan cared about most - that is, resurrection from the dead.

After a moment's hesitation, she said:

"If I knew how to use those dragons—"

"Will you trade this so-called alchemy with me?"

520. Morgan's Lonely Punishment/Prologue to the Hundred Years' War/A Turn of Fate (4k)

"..."

Morgan's simple two words made Pulelati in front of him pay attention in an instant.

"Vivian, are you serious?"

"You... know how to tame those dragons?"

Morgan was not at all surprised by the questioning from Pulelati.

This is not difficult to understand.

It was just the first time they met each other, but Morgan heard such unimaginable news. If he didn't express surprise, he would have thought that there was something wrong with her.

but--

Even so, Morgan knew not to dwell too much on the matter.

I can't tell her that I'm from Britain long ago, right?

"It's a long story."

"But if possible, can we leave this cave first?"

Morgan looked at the mysterious environment around him and expressed his inner thoughts.

"This isn't a good place to talk, is it?"

"You're right." Plerati nodded to show his agreement.

"Then get out first!"

"Let's drink and talk."

[So, Morgan followed Pulelati out of the dark cave.]

[Soon, she found herself in a strange place.]

This is a world she never imagined.

Tifozhi, a remote border town.

It originally belonged to French territory, but for various reasons it was temporarily "divided" under the British rule, becoming a place similar to "ceded".

The population living here is not that large and is not entirely British.

But it is precisely because of this that some grey disciplines have been able to develop rapidly in this mixed environment, becoming a field of research that is deeply integrated into daily life.

The alchemy that Plerati just mentioned is the most famous one among them.

only--

Even after knowing this, Morgan still felt that everything around him was too unfamiliar.

This was the first time that the princess, who was born in Britain, had left the land she loved so much and come to the territory of another country.

Even knowing that this was still nominally British territory, she couldn't erase the thought.

"Vivian, can you be more specific?" Plerati's voice sounded again at an inopportune moment.

"I'm curious!"

Obviously, the girl was very interested in the "dragon riding" that Morgan just mentioned.

"..."

Faced with Plerati's curious eyes that were impossible to ignore, Morgan couldn't think of any reason to refuse her.

Fortunately, she is not unaware of this kind of thing.

On the contrary, this British king was one of the two magicians who personally preserved Vortigern's power.

"of course it's true."

"Dragons are actually not as complicated as you think. As long as we can understand the mechanism of preservation, we can create people who can master this power."

"Eh?!"

Upon hearing this, Pulelati's eyes widened.

She found that she seemed to understand something.

"Vivian, do you mean to let humans and dragons mate and create hybrid creatures?!"

"Oh my God, this is a divine idea!"

Morgan shook his head.

"It's not to this extent."

"After all, whether or not you can master a certain power actually depends on what you left inside of you when you were conceived."

"As long as the content is right and the embryo can withstand it, strong enough offspring will be born."

"certainly--"

“It’s not without cost.”

Morgan's eyes dimmed as she recalled the children's behavior.

"Giving unrealistic power to someone who doesn't have it will inevitably come at the cost of their lifespan."

"If you're not prepared for this, it's just going to be an endless torture."

This is not a theory that Morgan came up with, but her own experience.

So Plerati could not detect anything suspicious at all.

but--

She didn't want to doubt it.

After all, everything Morgan said at this moment was so in line with her wishes.

"Good good."

"This is exactly the method we want!"

"Vivian, come here, let's continue talking!"

Morgan, who was valued by Pulelati, soon became a distinguished guest of Tifori.

[At this moment, the King of Britain realized that he had met an alchemist who was well-known in the local area.]

【Maybe--】

[It's not certain what I can really gain from this trip.]

【And taking this opportunity, she also learned some things about this era. 】

【This was the beginning of the Hundred Years' War between England and France.】

In a tavern somewhere in Tiforge.

Pulelati was drinking heavily.

The originally fair cheeks had now turned bright red due to the effect of the alcohol, and if you looked closely, you could even feel the heat on them.

She's the type of person who can't drink but insists on drinking.

"Hello---!"

Plerati raised his glass and extended it toward Morgan.

"Vivian, this isn't a good wine, but can you at least have a couple of drinks?"

"Otherwise, it would seem as if I didn't want to entertain you."

"No." Morgan raised his hand to refuse the kindness from Pulelati, "I don't like drinking."

It’s not that I don’t like drinking.

But Morgan never reveals his drunkenness in front of others.

This is disrespectful and overly lax.

There was only one occasion where she could indulge herself - when she was having a tryst with Ian.

At that time, even if she drank only one glass of wine, she would be drunk like a puddle of mud.

"What a pity! You don't even like alcohol?" Plerati muttered as he drank by himself.

"This is a good medicine to forget sorrow."

She looked a little disappointed.

But this expression didn't last long.

Because Pulelati soon asked about other things that concerned her.

"That--"

"Vivian, if that's the case, when are you planning to go with me to see the King of England and report to him in person about that method of conception you just mentioned?"

"I thought this would be a good opportunity to get a reward."

"..."

Morgan was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Do not."

"I have no intention of going with you to see the King of England."

"Ah?" Plerati was stunned for a moment, "Why is that?"

"Because I don't have that idea."

In fact, Morgan could not accept the fact that Britain had changed hands.

If she saw someone sitting on the throne that should have belonged to Mordred, she might start fighting on the spot.

By that time, the situation may not be so simple.

Morgan wasn't afraid of fighting others.

On the contrary, her past military career had already made her develop a tough character.

only--

The strangers at this moment were not in the mood to do that kind of thing.

"this?!"

Plerati hesitated to speak, and Morgan knew what she was worried about.

"Do not worry."

"That theory is absolutely valid, there's nothing wrong with it—I can test it in some way."

"As for this kind of credit, you can take it all by yourself. All I want is the alchemy that can bring the dead back to life."

"..."

Plerati suppressed his doubts.

Holding the wine glass, she looked at Morgan across the table with a puzzled look.

"Speaking of -"

"I still don't seem to understand why you, Vivian, want to get involved in alchemy."