Did the Heroic Spirit I conquered become a reality?

His short black hair was neat and tidy, and his face was handsome and refined. His black eyes, in particular, remained calm and serene even after the sudden attack, though they now carried a hint of helplessness.

The moment Morgan saw that face, all her coldness, murderous intent, and mockery froze on her face.

"……It's you?"

Yu Tohsaka was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Morgan had already withdrawn all his killing intent and magic.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the boy, and deep within them was shock, disbelief, and a complex emotion of reunion that she herself was unaware of.

"How did you get here?" Morgan's voice was no longer the cold, aloof queen's, but rather tinged with confusion and a certain joy.

Yu Tohsaka opened his mouth, realizing the situation was even stranger than he had imagined, and said, "I want to know too. Logically speaking, I should be in London right now, and the Holy Grail War should be over by now..."

"The Holy Grail War is over."

Morgan gradually calmed down, slowly stood up from the bathtub, water droplets sliding down her graceful curves. She casually picked up the towel that Yu Tohsaka had handed her, wrapped it around herself, and then walked towards him step by step. Her bare feet stepped on the cold obsidian floor, but it felt as if she were stepping on Yu Tohsaka's heartbeat.

“Have you forgotten? We won the final victory.” She walked up to the boy, looked up at him with burning eyes, and said, “My wish is to return to the past I long for… This is where my wish will come true.”

She said with a smile, "So, welcome to my country. Now that you're here, why don't you rest for a few days and... think about how to get back?"

As she finished speaking, a rare gentleness appeared in her beautiful eyes as she continued, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to make that final wish, much less become the 'King' of this kingdom."

Then, she stretched out her slender hand, which had just been imbued with deadly magic, and gently stroked the boy's face. The cool touch of her fingertips made Tohsaka Yu freeze.

“Tohsaka Yu, you helped me before, and you were the first man to acknowledge me… Even for that reason alone, I will help you.”

Yu opened his mouth, as if to say something, but when he looked up, he saw Morgan's bewitching and alluring eyes, captivating and staring straight into his.

dong dong...

The moment their eyes met, whether it was the witch's innate allure or simply because Morgan was only wrapped in a towel, her enticing and graceful figure, and even the faint, delicate fragrance wafting from her nose, made his heart beat faster involuntarily.

Tohsaka Yu's fingertips twitched, and under Morgan's increasingly pleased gaze, she reached out as if possessed, just as she was about to touch Morgan's palm—

"His Majesty!"

boom! !

The palace doors were suddenly pushed open with tremendous force, and the tall and anxious figure of the fairy knight Gawain appeared in the doorway, followed by the enraged fairy knight Tristan.

The gentleness and smile on Morgan's face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme displeasure at being disturbed, and his expression darkened immediately.

The two fairy knights at the door were stunned the moment they saw the scene inside the room.

What's happening here?

Volume 1: Chapter 111 The Fairy Tristan's Hostility, Plot Changes

What's happening here?

The two fairy knights at the door were stunned the moment they saw the scene inside the room.

The murderous assassin they had imagined did not exist.

Instead, they were replaced by their supreme, absolute ruler of Britain—Her Majesty Queen Morgan.

At this moment, she was only casually wrapped in a clean white bath towel, displaying her perfect and graceful figure, which was enough to drive any living being crazy, without reservation to a strange boy they had never seen before.

Her Majesty the Queen's slender, noble hand, which was always filled with "majesty" and "coldness," was now gently stroking the face of the unfamiliar young man in a manner full of "intimacy" and "ambiguity."

The air in the entire room seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

"You lowly human!"

Bawan Shina's sharp voice, a mixture of rage and jealousy, shattered the deathly silence in the palace.

Her beautiful eyes were twisted with rage as she glared at Tohsaka Yu, as if she wanted to tear him to pieces with her gaze. "What did you do to Mother?! How dare you use magic in her palace, and even let her..."

She couldn't finish her sentence because Morgan gave her an extremely cold look.

"Did I allow you to come in?"

The Queen's voice was not loud, but it carried an air of majesty that seemed to freeze the very air.

The words Bavan Shi was about to say were instantly stuck in her throat. Her arrogant anger was like being doused with a bucket of ice water, causing her to unconsciously take a half step back, a hint of fear flashing across her face.

“Your Majesty!” Bagst stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head, displaying the utmost loyalty and courtesy of a knight. “Please forgive our rudeness! We sensed a strong magical conflict in Your Majesty’s chambers just now, and we were worried about your safety, so we…”

"Worried?" Morgan snorted, not only not letting go of Yu Tohsaka's face, but instead sliding down to gently grasp his wrist, pulling him a fraction closer to her, her intimacy undisguised.

"When has my safety ever been something you need to worry about?"

She glanced at the scorch marks left on the ground from the collision of magic and said indifferently, "It was just a small 'test,' all of you, step back."

“Test?” Bavan Shi finally couldn’t help but mutter again, “Testing with a man in the bathroom…?”

Upon witnessing this scene, she felt an intense surge of emotion.

Because from the past to the present, she had never seen her mother be so "close" to anyone, let alone a human of unknown origin who carried an aura that she disliked!

“Tristan.” Morgan slowly uttered her name, his tone calm, but it made Bavan Shi’s face turn deathly pale instantly.

"Would you like to go to the abandoned mines in the North to clear your head? I think the harsh cold there should teach you what 'politeness' really means."

"Mother, dear Mother! I was wrong!"

Bawan Xi immediately knelt down in panic, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Morgan didn't bother to look at her again, and instead ordered the silent Bagst, "Gawain, get up."

"Yes!"

“Yu Tohsaka… he is not our enemy.”

Morgan, still holding Tohsaka Yu's wrist, calmly said, "From today onwards, he is my most important guest. Take him to the best guest room in the palace, fulfill all his needs, and no one is to be disrespectful. Do you understand?"

Bagst raised her head, her heart filled with immense confusion, but she accepted the order without hesitation: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

After saying that, Morgan released his hand, his previous cold expression softening slightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "Yu, you should go and rest for a while. We can talk slowly after I finish dealing with things here."

Yu Tohsaka could only nod in the end, witnessing this dramatic scene unfold before him.

“Tohsaka Yu, is it… Please come with me.” Bagst stood up and gestured for Tohsaka Yu to come, his attitude respectful, but his eyes still held a scrutinizing look.

Yu Tohsaka followed Bagst's tall figure as they left the eerily quiet bedroom.

As he passed the doorway, he could clearly feel the piercing, disapproving gaze of the fairy knight Tristan.

The palace doors were slowly closed, shutting out that gaze.

Inside the room, only Morgan and Bavan Shi, who was still kneeling on the ground, trembling, remained.

The last trace of "gentleness" vanished from the Queen's face. She looked down at her most "beloved" daughter, her voice as cold as ice:

"Now, tell me, where did you go wrong, Tristan?"

The gate closed, and the palace fell into a deathly silence.

Bawan Shi knelt on the cold floor, not daring to lift her head.

She could feel the Queen's tangible gaze fixed on her head, a gaze devoid of any warmth, sending shivers down her spine.

"I...I was wrong, Mother..." Bawan Xi's voice trembled with sobs, all traces of the fairy knight's majesty gone, replaced only by the fear of a little girl. "I shouldn't...I shouldn't have talked back to you, I shouldn't have questioned your decision..."

“Wrong?” Morgan slowly walked up to her, looking down at her. “Of course you’re wrong. But you don’t even know where you went wrong.”

Morgan stretched out her foot and gently lifted Bawan Shi's chin with the toe of her delicate slipper, forcing her to raise her tear-streaked face.

"You think you were wrong to talk back to me?" Morgan's voice was gentle, but it was more chilling than any reprimand. "No, your biggest mistake is 'jealousy.' It's your ugly, stupid, and undisguised possessiveness."

Bawan Shi's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What do you think you are? My only daughter? The mistress of Camelot?" Morgan's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I gave you the name 'Tristan,' the status of a fairy knight, and the favor I bestowed upon you far exceeding that of any other fairy, but this seems to have given you some kind of illusion—that my world needs to revolve around you."

She released her foot, letting Bavan Shi's face fall again.

“I don’t need to explain any of my decisions to you. Who I bring back and who I get close to are none of your business.” Morgan’s tone suddenly turned cold. “And you, in front of Gawain and… my guests, behaved so badly. You’ve not only lost face for yourself, but also for me.”

Every word was like a cold needle, piercing Bavan Shi's heart.

She was trembling all over, but couldn't utter a single word.

Because she knew that every word her mother said was true.

Just when Bavan Shee thought he would be immediately dragged to the Northern Mines and stripped of everything, Morgan's tone softened.

"However, Bawan (II) Linlin Sijiuqi Sanshi. Yue-Yi]'·Xi..."

The Queen knelt down, reached out, and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with the back of her fingers.

This sudden action completely stunned Bavan Shi.

“You must remember, on this decaying land, it was I who chose you from among countless lowly fairies. It was I who gave you a name, gave you the meaning of your existence.” Morgan gazed into her eyes, her voice carrying a hint of seduction. “I cherish you more than anyone else. Therefore, I will never allow my ‘masterpiece’ to be tainted by the stain of ‘jealousy,’ a stain that only lowly creatures possess.”

“You are different, the noblest, my ‘daughter.’ So you must learn to control your emotions and point your claws and fangs at my enemies, not… my guests.”

These words of first suppressing and then appeasing completely shattered Bavan Shi's psychological defenses.

"Yes...yes! Mother!" As if grasping at a straw, she rushed forward, hugged Morgan's leg, and burst into tears, "I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please don't abandon me! I'll be good..."

Morgan didn't push her away, but simply let her hug him quietly. His gaze went over her head and looked towards the palace gate, his eyes becoming distant and complicated.

A moment later, she gently patted Bavan Shi on the back.

"Okay, get up."

“Yes…” Bawan Shih sobbed as he let go of Morgan’s hand, wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, and stood up straight again, but he no longer dared to look Morgan in the eye.

“From now on, without my order, you are not to disturb that guest,” Morgan commanded. “And you are not to do or say anything disrespectful to him. You and Gawain are responsible for meeting all his needs. Serve him as you would me.”

“...Yes.” Despite still feeling resentful, Bavan Shi immediately bowed his head and accepted the order.

“Go ahead,” Morgan waved his hand. “I’m tired and need to rest.”

Bawan Shi felt as if she had been granted a pardon. After bowing respectfully, she carefully withdrew from the room step by step. Only after the door closed behind her did she dare to breathe heavily, her back already soaked with cold sweat.

Silence returned to the palace once more.

Morgan slowly walked to the huge French windows, gazing at the fairy kingdom of eternal twilight that belonged to him, and remained silent for a long time.

She stretched out her hand, looking at her fair palm, as if the sensation of stroking Tohsaka Yu's cheek still lingered on it.

"The first man... to acknowledge me..."

She murmured softly, a hint of bewilderment in her beautiful eyes that she herself was unaware of.

"I never expected to meet you like this. It's... quite a 'surprise' for me, Yu..."

……

On the other side, Yu Tohsaka followed behind the fairy knight Gawain, walking through Camelot's magnificent yet empty corridors.

His mind remains in a state of chaos to this day.

Morgan... the woman who fought alongside him in the Holy Grail War and ultimately won the Holy Grail with his help, truly fulfilled her wish, returned to her time, and became the Queen of Britain.

As for myself, I was transported here by some unknown accident.

He looked around; everything here was completely different from the modern society he knew.

Instead of paintings, huge tapestries depicting Morgan's reign over the fairy kingdom hung on the walls; instead of electric lights, magical crystals emitted a soft glow on the ceiling.

The air was filled with a rich ether, ancient and mysterious, yet it also carried an unsettling, stagnant atmosphere.

The knight in front of him, Bagst, had not uttered a word since leaving the palace.

Her heavy armor, like her aura, was oppressive; every step she took was firm and heavy, as if proclaiming the absolute authority of the queen.

“Um…” In the end, it was Tohsaka Yu who broke the silence first, “Thank you for showing me the way, Miss Bagst.”

“My name is the Fairy Knight Gawain,” Bagst corrected without looking at me, his voice steady. “Your Majesty’s guest may address me as ‘Gawain.’”

Although her attitude was respectful, her words revealed a formulaic aloofness.

“Yes, Sir Gawain.” Tohsaka Yu readily complied, then tentatively asked, “Her Majesty the Queen… has she always been like this? I mean, so… majestic.”

He couldn't think of a more suitable word.

Morgan, whom he met during the Holy Grail War, was equally proud, but also revealed a vulnerable side that was unknown to others.

And Morgan, just now, seems to have a different personality than before.

Bagst paused, seemingly considering for a moment, before replying in an emotionless tone: "Her Majesty the Queen bears the fate of all Britain on her shoulders; she must always maintain her dignity, which is the proper posture of a ruler."

“Is that so…” Tohsaka Yuu seemed thoughtful.