Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

"But... there's nothing we can do about it."

Morgan said softly, "Even if Shirou is a womanizer and has affairs with other girls behind my back, I have no choice but to accept it—"

Because my relationship with Shirou was never equal from the beginning.

That's not true—

Just as Shirou was about to retort loudly, she pressed her finger to his lips.

“That’s how it is,” Morgan said softly.

"Shirou has given so much for me, but I have nothing to repay you with."

Shirou, you gave up your own wishes for me.

For so many years, you have always been accommodating to me. No matter how unreasonable my requests are, you have always found a way to fulfill them.

Finally—you even actually fulfilled my dream—

So no matter what you do, I have no right to be jealous.

"..."

This was the first time Shirou realized that Morgan had always harbored a certain inferiority complex in front of him.

Perhaps she just hid herself too well.

Or perhaps I really did go a bit too far, just as she said.

"Moreover, I have done something to you that cannot be undone."

"What do you mean by 'irreversible'?" Shirou frowned.

Morgan hesitated for a moment, then said with a playful expression:

"Because I was afraid of being disliked by you, I kept it a secret and didn't tell you."

But you're about to die... It shouldn't be a problem to confess to the king now, right?"

Shirou clicked his tongue: "Wow, that's so mean... So what is it?"

Morgan touched his forehead and said, "You're cursed."

"Cursed? Did you do it, Morgan?"

"No...it's not 'me,' it should be said it's not 'the current me.'"

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying at all."

"That's right, you don't understand."

Morgan pouted and said resentfully, "In short—"

Shirou, when you entered this world (the Fairy Kingdom), you were cursed by the most wicked goddess.

The curse read... "I hope you can be a little selfish, not care about others, and always focus solely on pursuing your own happiness."

Shirou's mouth dropped open: "Ah..."

Although I don't quite understand, I think I do.

So that’s what happened.

"Isn't that going too far?"

Morgan carefully observed Shirou's reaction, and the latter nodded.

"That's really too much... I must complain about it properly when I get the chance."

"Well, if I see her in person next time, I'll complain to her."

Morgan tilted his head and asked, "But...did that curse really work properly?"

Although "she" cast a curse on Shirou, urging him to pursue happiness.

But in the end, Shirow still regarded Morgan's ideal as his own.

Doesn't that make it meaningless?

"It's not meaningless."

Shirou asserted, "I am very happy right now."

Even though it was just a dream borrowed from Morgan, I still felt genuine happiness and satisfaction the moment it was achieved.

Shirow conveyed this to Morgan.

"Haha...that's good."

Seeing Morgan's relieved expression, Shirou closed his eyes.

This body sensed that its time was coming to an end.

While it wouldn't be bad to just wait quietly for his return, it felt like a waste to let time slip away after finally seeing Morgan one last time.

Moreover... it seems there are still important words that haven't been conveyed.

In a sense, I am now a time traveler.

What I do will undoubtedly affect the future... If I don't complete the time loop, things will be very bad, right?

"Morgan."

The king opened his eyes again and called upon his witch.

"Hmm? My king is quite talkative today."

"A final burst of energy before death, a final burst of energy before death, because he is about to die."

Shirou said nonchalantly, while Morgan looked displeased.

Although I knew he was nearing the end of his life, it still made me feel uneasy to hear it from him.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing. I have something important to announce."

"what?"

Shirou: "The will."

Morgan: "Huh?"

Shirou composed himself and said, "After my death, the throne of Camelot will be inherited by my witch... namely, Morgan."

"—That's how I originally wrote my will, wasn't it?"

"……Um."

Morgan nodded, puzzled.

In truth, she had no desire to become the King of Britain.

Having betrayed her mission as a fairy of paradise, she should have disappeared from everyone's sight after the unification of Britain.

But Shirou grabbed her wrist: Morgan, you will inherit my throne!

Shirow then unreasonably demanded that Morgan become his successor, and Morgan eventually had no choice but to accept under pressure.

To be honest, Morgan still has some reservations about it.

"I've changed my mind now."

Shirou said smugly, "The throne of Camelot will not be inherited by the witch (you)."

"Oh... so we're choosing one from among the clan leaders?" Morgan blinked curiously.

Shirou shook his head: "The next king of the Fairy Kingdom will be my last relative in this world... Morgan, you will inherit the throne."

"The throne will not be inherited by 'Morgan the Witch,' but by 'Morgan, a relative of King Arthur,'" Shirou explained.

"???"

"In the end, isn't it all still up to me to inherit it?" Morgan frowned. "What's the difference?"

"That makes a big difference," Shirou said.

"..."

Morgan had a speechless reaction, as if to say, "My king has indeed become senile."

Because explaining it would be too difficult, Shirou decided to demonstrate it through action.

He used the last of his strength to reach into his clothes.

I remember keeping it here all along... Ah, found it.

Shirou showed the item he had taken out to Morgan, who stared in astonishment.

"Shirou...wait...that...could it be..."

Morgan covered the corner of his mouth with his left hand, while the index finger of his remaining right hand trembled as he pointed to the item Shirou had taken from his pocket.

His voice trembled with shock, and his cheeks flushed red at a visible speed.

What the king showed to the witch was—

"See it clearly now...it's a ring, isn't it?"

It was a platinum ring, the perfect size to fit on my ring finger.

This was something Shirou kept hidden by his side until his death, something he was never able to give to Morgan.

At that time, he still had some concerns: was it really okay for a dying man like himself to do such a thing?

By leaving behind a promise and then dying on my own, wouldn't that only make Morgan's remaining life even more lonely?

But now he has figured it out.

This is not a permanent farewell, but a temporary separation.

Someday, they will meet again.

Perhaps that will be a very, very long time... far exceeding the human lifespan.

However, Morgan is a stronger girl than anyone else and will never be defeated by time.

It's only a mere thousand years, nothing compared to the bond between them.

"...Shi, Shirou."

Morgan stared at the ring Shirou showed her, too excited to speak.

She covered her mouth with both hands, her face flushed red to her ears, and she froze completely.

"Ah... um... my king... this couldn't be... you know, that kind of meaning, could it?"

Morgan asked in a trembling voice.

Shirou took a deep breath and then shouted in a loud voice that didn't sound like someone on the verge of death.

"Let's get married, Morgan! I love you!!!!"

Shirou felt his face burning with rage, but Morgan covered his mouth and remained silent, offering no response.

Did I fail? No way, I thought I looked super cool!

At this moment, Morgan blushed and made a request.

"...Could you help me put it on?"

The witch shyly extended her left hand in front of Shirou.

Success!

Shirou was inwardly overjoyed, but he remained remarkably calm.

"Oh...oh, I just can't do anything with you."

He took Morgan's left hand and gently touched her slender, smooth fingers.

Shirou was so nervous that he couldn't think straight and could only concentrate on putting the ring on her finger, his mouth becoming incoherent.

"Which finger should I wear it on again?"

"Ring finger...left, left hand."

"Good, good."

The shy king placed a ring on the shy witch's finger, and then—