Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"As long as we can maintain our composure and our unwavering belief in survival, the effects of this wear and tear will be negligible."

"Do you know that before you arrived, the wear and tear on us increased with each resurrection after death? According to my estimate, every death could be a true death for at most a few thousand years?"

"By then, choosing to remember things will be unrealistic; we will simply give up everything to pursue new feelings."

"However, we may not have to choose for ourselves, because the curses of the gods are gradually increasing. It seems that we high fairies will soon no longer have the option of reincarnating with our memories."

Chief Rain kept getting closer, his eyes practically glued to the crack.

"But you brought us interest, and interest gave us the motivation to live. That's enough. It allows us to find ourselves in the limited time we have."

(The Rain Clan Chief tried to grasp Shirou Emiya's hand, but was dodged.)

“I know you’re trying to change the fairies with your special ideas, but once you’ve corrected them, the fairies will lose their pure emotions and will no longer be fairies to us fairies.”

(He tried to hold her again, but she dodged away.)

"But I also know that only in this way can fairies live better, get closer to humans, feel human emotions, and become human in some ways. This is the path I see for the future now."

(Even with increased speed, he still managed to dodge every time.)

“As the clan leader, I will ignore it, but sometimes I can’t help it. At that time, I will make myself die. Only in this way can I maintain my impulse not to interfere.”

"Speaking of which, I recently came across a book written by Boss White Knight, which includes love stories. I'm quite interested in it, and from a human perspective, it seems pretty good~ Boss White Knight, would you like to exchange ideas?"

Chief Rain issued a challenge to battle; fairies always have particularly unconventional ideas.

But at this moment, Shirou Emiya, whose heart was filled with divine wrath and fueled by his long-standing hatred for Britain, had only one thought in his mind.

【climb!】

It's not that Chief Yu is bad; on the contrary, she's incredibly beautiful, stunningly beautiful.

However, Shirou Emiya's emotions are very pure right now; he simply hates fairies.

How could mere human beings' physiological urges towards beauty possibly compare to the influence of the gods and Britain? Therefore...

"Forget it, I have other things to do. We can talk about it another time. Don't forget what I just told you: manage this place well with Maeve."

The Rain Clan Chief, watching the other person leave: Oh~ is this what it feels like to like someone but not be able to get them? Oh~~~ I like it even more now~~~

Volume 1: Chapter 80. The Handsome Miss Morgan (4k)

After leaving Chief Rain's side, Shirou Emiya took a deep breath on his way. He deliberately flew high in the sky while searching for Medb, so that he wouldn't see any fairies and could calm his emotions a lot.

Only then did Shirou Emiya carefully consider the information he had just obtained and finally came to a conclusion.

"That unlucky fairy's ancestor was a real beast!"

Killing a kind god who helped them is one thing, but to kill a priestess while she was on top of a god is another! Good heavens, no wonder she was cursed with calamities, no wonder she can't return to Paradise, no wonder they sent people to save her—even Paradise couldn't stand it anymore!

"Holy crap, how could that damned fairy be such a beast!"

Emiya Shirou couldn't help but curse again.

At the same time, some troubling questions are resolved: why do some fairies insist on causing trouble? Why can some fairies cause particularly serious consequences just because of a moment of unhappiness? And it's not just a matter of lineage, is it?

So, if our ancestors were like this, will our descendants be like this too?

Well, Shirou Emiya somewhat agrees with Britannia's suggestion to kill the fairy.

After calming down in the sky, he found Maeve in the library.

"Master? What brings you here to see me? Have you figured things out?!"

As soon as Shirou Emiya pushed open the door, Maeve's nose twitched a few times. She turned her head sharply to look over and saw the newcomer smiling and nuzzling him.

"I need to go out with Morgan to handle some matters. You will manage things with Chief Yu, and remember not to be mischievous."

"What! You're going to elope with Morgan?!"

Maeve exclaimed, her face beaming with joy.

Emiya Shirou rolled his eyes at him: "What nonsense are you talking about? We're just going to deal with the calamity."

Maeve's smile froze: "What? So you're just going to deal with the calamity? I thought you two were going to elope, which would have allowed me to act with peace of mind. What a pity!"

Maeve said something strange and waved her hand dismissively: "Go early and come back early. If you find anything good on the way, remember to bring it back. If not, it's okay."

This dramatic change in attitude left Shirou Emiya completely baffled, but fairies are always like that, changing their minds all the time. If you can't figure it out, just don't try.

"Okay, I'll be going now. If you have any problems, go to the Magic Workshop. Don't try to tough it out."

"Got it~"

After saying goodbye to Maeve, they headed out of the city, where young Morgan was already waiting, pulling a small suitcase.

"That's all the luggage? Don't you need to prepare anything else?"

Young Morgan shook his head: "This calamity is minor and can be dealt with quickly. Besides, the island is not large, and we can return soon."

"That's true. If all else fails, I can use a projector; that should be enough."

Emiya Shirou didn't say much. Since receiving the three blessings, his projection magic has undergone a qualitative change. For example, he can now project seasonings that he couldn't project before, which is more convenient than Merry's alchemy.

Other weapons have also seen a significant quality improvement and are much easier to use than before.

"Then let's set off. We're counting on you."

Young Morgan came up behind Shirou Emiya and hopped onto his back.

"You can fly, now it's up to you!"

Emiya Shirou:?

"Didn't you say you were going to walk by yourself?"

Morgan peeked out, their pupils meeting, her beautiful eyes revealing speechlessness: "I just don't want you involved in some things, that doesn't mean I'm stupid, okay? Why not use the fast ride if you have one?"

Okay, whatever you say.

It was too reasonable to argue with, so Shirou Emiya grabbed the person behind him, picked up his luggage, and took off.

“Head in that direction, I’ll tell you when you get there.” Morgan held up a finger, otherwise he was giving directions.

Emiya Shirou flew with his crew, the person on his back keeping their head down and remaining silent.

It's hard armor, but it feels comfortable to the touch. It's a 'stranger', but I want to control it and keep it by my side. Strange armor and strange experience.

She's clearly a girl in her early twenties, but when she's leaning on someone's back, her expression is like that of a child.

Two people, one the vehicle and the other the passenger, fly at high speed in the air.

A strange composition.

The land was not large at this moment, and Shirou Emiya was fast. With the arrival of the others, they quickly reached the location designated by Morgan.

Normally, calamities need to be determined, and that's what Emiya Shirou initially thought, but reality showed him that it didn't have to be that complicated.

"Ah!!! Run! Run!"

"Watch me explode with it!"

"No! Someone, please save us!"

From a great distance, Shirou Emiya and the young Morgan saw a gigantic Cyclops wreaking havoc, killing so many fairies that they couldn't even lift their heads.

"That is calamity?"

The Cyclops' aura was clearly off; visible black and red magic power emanated from him, making him look like a villain.

"Yes, that must be the manifestation of this minor calamity. That's what the fairy of the paradise told me."

After saying that, Morgan pointed downwards, indicating that he was about to land.

"Can one person handle it? I don't think that monster is weak."

"I'm worried," asked defender Shiro Miyamoto, who was somewhat concerned, as Morgan had limited playing experience and he also had a fatherly concern.

"It's alright. Although the Cyclops has high magic resistance, I still have physical methods."

Morgan pulled a katana from the box and brandished it.

"You modified this katana?"

At this moment, the katana was not its usual clean and tidy appearance. Instead, some materials were attached to the hilt, making it resemble a staff, but its overall curvature gave it a strange look.

"I discovered by chance that it is a great material for staffs, but it is a pity that it cannot be bent."

"Bend?" Shirou Emiya reached out his hand.

"show me."

Morgan paused for a moment, a fleeting look of conflict crossing his face, before handing over the katana.

It has to be admitted that after more than ten years of getting along, she has accepted him, even if she has never said it, but that is indeed the case.

Grasping the katana, joy was palpable; the katana was delighted to see its master again.

He raised his hand, his forehead touching the hilt of the knife, and whispered.

"Long time no see~ But I am not your master now, this person in front of me is."

Magic surged, and blue patterns began to appear on the palm, spreading throughout the entire blade.

The moment the blue magic patterns appeared, the katana gave off a distinctly different feeling. If it was silent before, it was dazzling now, the kind of thing that you could tell was a good thing at a glance.

"It's okay now. Try it again and see if there's a problem."

A moment later, the guard Shirou handed over the sword. Morgan looked at the katana, which had become straight, with surprise. Was this an innate ability or a power possessed by the White Knight?

He took it, swung it, and drew the sword. The blade was sharper than before, and the blue magic patterns were still there.

Emiya Shirou suggested, "Try inputting magic power."

Morgan channeled magic into the blade, and the color of the magic on it began to change gradually, from light blue to dark blue.

As the magic spread, Morgan could clearly feel himself deepening his understanding of the weapon. The magic patterns spread completely, and Morgan picked it up and swung it with one hand. It felt as smooth as if it were his own arm.

"Thank you."

"It's alright. Aren't you going to deal with the calamity? Go on, I'll be watching over you."

"Okay, I'll go then."

Morgan gripped his staff and strode forward, his pupils focused only on the raging monsters in the distance.

Dealing with calamity for the first time is not only the beginning of my future plans, but also the start of formally assuming the responsibilities of a king.

Only the king of Britain needs to deal with calamities unconditionally, and only the king of Britain needs to think about these things.

After more than a decade of waiting, she is finally about to take this step and assume the responsibility of being the king!

As they drew closer, they passed by fleeing fairies along the way. As they approached again, some of the fairies bravely took action.

"Magic isn't working! The Cyclops' magic resistance is too high!"

The fairy, covered in wounds, collapsed to the ground, continuously recounting the information she had gathered to the surrounding fairies.

"Who are you! Get out of here! Go find the clan chief!"

A fairy noticed Morgan's arrival and kindly reminded him.

"Run! Attacking is useless."

The red-haired fairy lying on the roadside gave Morgan a warning. Morgan looked at her and found her surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

It felt different from other fairies; it was a very comfortable feeling.

How beautiful is a pure gaze.

He was about to die; a large hole had appeared in his abdomen, and he was close to death.

"Don't worry about it, just watch me do it."

Morgan gave a brief reply and continued to approach the Cyclops.

"Roar!!!"

A colossal monster, several meters tall, roared with a terrifying sound that echoed throughout the forest. At the same time, the monster noticed the conspicuous Morgan.

"Roar!!!"

There is no consciousness, no wisdom in its pupils, only an endless thirst for destruction and an obsession with killing fairies; this is calamity.

One kind of existence exists solely to eliminate fairies.