Traveled through time at the same time, but both clones were beautiful girls

"Servant, Ruler, Morgan le Fay, answer your call!"

"...Why did I summon the Ruler?"

Ruler is usually the Dragonfly Captain in the Holy Grail War and cannot be summoned under normal circumstances.

"I am your Master, you can call me Beryl, whatever you like."

The wolf-eared man yawned nonchalantly: "I'm going to take a nap. You can do whatever you want. If you're bored, just take care of that tree for me. That's all."

He found a spot nearby, lay down, and fell asleep.

Morgan: “?”

She stared coldly at the man named Beryl, and in just one glance, she could see a hint of witch in his blood, as well as madness and decay emanating from his soul.

How could someone like that summon it?

She shouldn't have been summoned by the magician; she was actually drawn here by this land, because this is Britain.

"...How did my British Isles become such a horrible sight?"

It was as if Mio Takamiya saw Adam cheating on Shiori with Kurumi Tokisaki, and her treasure being defiled beyond recognition. Morgana, the demoness, clutched her head, opened her mouth wide, and let out an incredulous, shrill scream.

But after the pain, she quickly rallied.

As a former favorite to qualify for the Grand Caster class, her magical skills are undoubtedly top-notch, allowing her to glimpse her Master's memories through an invisible connection with him.

"Chaldea, Lostbelt, Hidden Ones... This spirit particle transfer technology doesn't seem impossible."

Morgan spent the entire night analyzing Chaldea's spirit transfer technology.

She wants to use this technology to transport herself to the past of this land.

She wanted to entrust her past self with the current tragic state of Britain and information about herself.

But just as she was about to take action.

Her master, Beryl, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

"Weren't you going to sleep, Master?"

Morgan had barely asked a question when her pretty face suddenly tightened.

She looked like a frightened ragdoll cat, and took a few steps back in a panic.

"Did Zhou dream he was a butterfly, or did the butterfly dream he was Zhou?"

The man smiled as he woke up and read aloud a famous passage from the East Asian cultural sphere, his tone languid with the languor of someone who had just woken up.

The hoarse, deep male voice was changing little by little.

“There must be a distinction between Zhou and the butterfly… This is called the transformation of things.”

As the last word fell, Beryl's deep male voice transformed into a clear and elegant female voice.

"who are you?"

"If you wish, you can still call me Master; I quite like that title."

Beryl's body suddenly burned into nothingness.

Jinxi, who possessed Beryl in a dream, suddenly appeared before Morgan four thousand years ago, upstream in time.

She looked curiously at her right hand: "Great Command Spell?"

Jinxi, who only had a superficial understanding of FGO, thought that Chaldea's only assets were the doctor and the shield maiden.

So there's such a thing as a Great Command Seal?

The effect is basically that of a suicide bomber...

"If you feel that the title 'Master' is too formal, then I might as well introduce myself."

"I am Jinxi, your master."

Possession was within Morgan's acceptable range.

Compared to that disgusting werewolf man, a young girl as her master was actually more to her liking, but the other party's abilities terrified her!

The subconscious is being modified by some invisible force.

The name and appearance of Beryl Gat in my memory were all subconsciously distorted into the name and appearance of a young girl.

It was as if, from the very beginning, this girl was the master who summoned him.

If Morgan hadn't possessed certain unique qualities, she wouldn't have noticed anything amiss.

"It's not possession, it's replacement!"

"Who exactly are you? Or... are you some god from Eastern mythology? The Dragon God?"

"hold head high!!"

Between heaven and earth, the phantom of an Eastern dragon appeared, its roar shaking the heavens, hovering behind the dragon girl.

"The eight directions and six realms, the blooming and withering of flowers, are all within my grasp."

Simply put—

Anytime, anywhere.

Super Xixi, defying the odds.

Morgan fell silent. When faced with someone who might be an Eastern deity, or even a supreme god, she decisively suppressed her hostility.

"May I ask what brings you here?"

"It's nothing. It was just that four thousand years ago, on a whim, I caught a glimpse of you and it seemed like you were about to change the history of this Lostbelt."

It's not unusual to see the future from the past.

Several heroic spirits and old guys from the Starry Sea have futuristic vision, but none are as exaggerated as hers.

But it's possible to directly travel to four thousand years in the future in one's true form...

It must be at the level of a supreme god.

"Let me see how well you, or rather, you in this Lostbelt, can govern a nation."

Jin Xi made no secret of her intentions: "If you do a good job, I happen to have some areas that I need you to manage."

She is now the emperor of the Bloodthirsty World.

In the not-too-distant future, he will also be the emperor of the Mingchao land.

The young woman had already tasted the flavor of supreme power and influence, but she couldn't possibly expend so much energy to govern it.

Jinxi is currently searching for talent in governing the country.

I'm going to see how good Morgan is at this.

"I remember from the Pan-Human History Records that you opposed Arthur at every turn because you were jealous of her getting the throne, and as a result, your sons and daughters all became supporters of King Arthur... Well, how about I give you a large territory so you can fulfill your long-cherished wish?"

Morgan took a deep breath: "I only want Britain."

"Whatever you want, changing the country's name to Huanglong-Britain is also an option."

"I mean, I only want my Britain."

What do you mean?

If it's not a place I like, should I just refuse outright?

Morgan seems quite normal, so why is he so stubborn?

Jinxi rolled her eyes and said, "Alright, alright, I won't force you. I'll just have to leave New Britain to your sister to manage."

"...She's not suitable, I'll do it."

Morgan performed Sichuan opera, which was very humorous.

"Do what you want to do. Let me see how much you can change this Lostbelt. When I wake up, come with me and we'll leave here."

"I promise you, Master."

After making an agreement with this enchanting concubine, Jinxi returned to four thousand years ago.

She dreams in the boundary between illusion and reality.

Her ethereal will, having reached the state of "selflessness," roamed freely between heaven and earth. One moment she was in the Inner Sea of ​​the Stars, and the next she was in the Greek Lostbelt where Origami Tobiichi was. The distance between world lines could no longer hinder her.

Slightly tipsy, Jinxi woke up from her dream.

This dream spans four thousand years.

The history of Lostbelts has changed.

Morgan did not die four thousand years ago. After escaping attacks on the Rain Clan by other clans, she embarked on a long journey to save Britain.

She reigned supreme over the world as the ruler, using the Imaginary Tree to turn Lostbelts into Singularities, and decided to establish the "Fairy Kingdom." After the Winter War, she unified four of the six clans and became Queen Morgan.

The first year of the Queen's calendar, which is the first year of the Common Era.

In 2001 AD, the infant Artoria and the Staff of Choice drifted from the Inner Sea of ​​Stars to this world. The Mirror Clan of the Fairy race discovered her identity as the prophesied child and raised her.

Then, the Mirror Clan was completely slaughtered by Aurora, the chieftain of the Wind Clan, because the vain Aurora could not tolerate such a cool nickname as the Child of Prophecy.

Young Artoria left with some treasure and eventually arrived at the village of Caster.

Then, she was taken in.

The treasure was divided up by the fairies, and he himself was kept as a horse in captivity.

She lived like a monitored animal.

It was freezing cold, and the wind was howling.

The blonde girl in the stable was wrapped in a thin shirt, shivering as she tucked her feet into the straw, but it was still bitterly cold. She worried that if she stayed any longer, her toes might freeze to death.

Why don't you wear more clothes?

In her dazed state of hunger and cold, a young girl asked her a question in a curious voice.

Castor suddenly felt a surge of anger.

Yes, why not wear more clothes?

Is it that I don't want to?

“Those bastards won’t give me clothes; they’ll laugh at me by saying things like, ‘How could the Son of Prophecy freeze to death?’”

Castor gritted his teeth.

Of all the Saber-like characters in Type-Moon, she probably has the best temper.

But even someone like this, who has been abused for over a decade, couldn't help but harbor evil thoughts towards the demons of this world.

After venting her frustrations verbally for a while, the girl suddenly came to her senses.

She looked up in surprise and saw the uninvited guest in the stable.

The Dragon Queen Emperor, who came from another world, was dressed in snow-white robes and was of inestimable nobility.

The place where she was located was avoided by the deadly low temperatures and blizzards outside, which dared not enter.

As she surveyed the strange tales of Britain four thousand years in the future, a hint of sympathy appeared on her refined face.

It's not about sympathizing with Caster.

Jinxi sympathizes with Morgan.

"Given four thousand years to govern Britain, Morgan still couldn't reverse the evil in the nature of these fairies. At first, she tried to govern through normal means, but after being betrayed by the fairies time and time again, the savior became the Iron-Blooded Queen she is today."

"However, this level of skill is far from ruthless, and their political maneuvering is like child's play..."

Jinxi suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.

In a world teeming with chaotic monsters, it's a joke for those in power to talk about power politics.

"It's barely acceptable. But raising a few beautiful girls is a contribution."

After giving Morgan a passing grade, Jinxi looked down at Castor.

She looks exactly like the blue doll photo Alice posted in the mind link before, except that her situation is a bit more difficult.

The unsophisticated girl shrank her feet.

In Castor's fairy eyes, a glimpse of the true nature of the graceful young girl before him was revealed: she was a dragon far larger than the entire United Kingdom!