Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

"I guess you could say we know each other, but since she's Merlin's enemy, we're not actually that close..."

That's why I said you're just a nobody on the street!

"Gu...!"

Ms. Avalon's forehead veins twitched as she suppressed her anger and asked with a cold laugh.

"Master~ what exactly are you trying to say?"

Shirou grabbed Lady Avalon's shoulders and looked at the image in the crystal ball: "Don't you think she looks a lot like someone you know?"

"do not think so."

The Flower Magician shook his head blankly.

"Morgan!"

Shirou loudly proclaimed, "Is the true name of Saber, the Einzbern Servant, Morgana? The evil witch from the Arthurian legend, 'Fairy Queen' Morgana!"

"what……?"

Ms. Avalon's thoughts went blank.

Master... no, what nonsense is this brat spouting? Did he drink fake alcohol?

The red-haired boy shook his head: "No, what I said earlier was indeed inappropriate, because she might not be the Morgan you know..."

Shirou quickly stopped.

Oh no, I was so excited that I almost blurted out everything about the Fairy Kingdom.

Shirou had decided that he would never mention another Britain again in this lifetime, and would cherish it as his most beautiful memory (treasure) deep in his heart.

But now Morgan seems to have also entered the pan-human history.

Is it still necessary for me to stick to my previous ideas?

...Wait a minute, Shirou.

Think about it calmly, is this cute young woman really Morgan?

Maybe it's just someone else who looks a lot like you?

No, this isn't just a matter of looking alike! They're completely identical!

Her pitiful beauty, her endearing figure, and her ferocious, headstrong fighting style—

Everything about Morgan is exactly the same!

Machiri once said that the Heroic Spirits present in the Holy Grail War will show different "facets" depending on the circumstances.

Saber Morgan...?

If it were Morgan during her "Rain Witch" era, she would prefer to use magic attacks directly rather than melee combat.

So she must be Morgan from the time when she called herself "Saviour Ash"?

The savior lady, wielding a greatsword imbued with fairytale magic, rudely swept away all enemies before her.

Isn't the girl in the crystal ball also using a holy sword imbued with wind magic?

This is exactly Ash's fighting style!

And the most decisive piece of evidence was the holy sword in the girl's hand...

This is the only one; it's absolutely correct.

but--

Shirou still felt a strange lingering feeling, making him unable to be completely certain that Saber was Morgan; he always felt that something was amiss.

"…………ah."

Ms. Avalon, who had been bewildered for a long time, suddenly had a glimmer of light in her eyes.

So that's how it is...

Arthur and Morgan here, it's true that...

"Pfft."

Ms. Avalon covered her mouth and bent over, her curled-up body trembling—she was trying to suppress a laugh.

On the other side, Shirou got up from the tatami mat.

The image on the crystal ball was too blurry; I really had to go and check it out in person.

Thinking this, he got up, put on his coat, and strode out of the entrance hall.

"Big sister Avalon, let's go."

"Yes, Master!"

Mary followed him excitedly.

Volume 1, Chapter 46: New Developments (2/5)

"Chi la——"

The sound of blood cascading onto the ground like a waterfall.

When Lancer rose again, leaning on his spear, all the elegance and composure he once possessed had vanished.

The Knight of the Spear had a huge wound on the front of his body, which stretched diagonally from his shoulder to his waist. It was so deep that the white bone could be seen. It was the masterpiece left by the flash of the Golden Holy Sword.

"Did he actually avoid a fatal blow at that very moment?"

Saber remained unfazed, her surprised tone filled with genuine admiration.

"Shrewdness (truthfulness)".

This is a skill that Lancer acquired through years of hard work and practice.

Even in a seemingly hopeless situation like the one just now, he was able to find a glimmer of hope for survival.

As a result, Lancer barely avoided the maximum damage of the Golden Sword Flash at point-blank range.

However, he had already lost the strength to continue fighting; he simply hadn't returned to his seat.

“…Saber.”

“I know, Irisviel.”

The blond knight king raised his magnificent sword sheath expressionlessly and wrapped it with another layer of wind.

"Excuse me, Lancer, I have no intention of holding back. Let's end this duel once and for all."

Diarmuid kicked up the short gun he had thrown on the ground, shakily assumed a fighting stance, and then forced out a poignant smile.

“Even if you hadn’t said it, that was my plan anyway, King of the Knights of Britain.”

After the exchange, Lancer paid a heavy price and discovered Saber's true name.

—A sheath capable of blocking all attacks, possessing the strongest protection in the world.

—In a mere flash before his true name was released, the "sword" pierced through the Demon-Slaying Spear.

Based on these two points, there is only one possible identity.

Arthur Pendragon, the invincible king and the swordsman in the legend of the Knights of the Round Table.

Similarly, Saber also recognized Lancer's identity.

"Diarmuid the Radiant, the First Warrior of the Knights of Fiona, it is my honor to fight you."

Hearing the praise from his overwhelmingly superior opponent, Lancer felt no shame, but accepted the sincere compliment with a clear conscience.

"Alright, now that we both know each other's real names, we can finally have a proper duel as knights..."

Or is it that, Saber, you're dissatisfied with the current situation?

Anyone could see that Diarmuid was at his last gasp, a candle flickering in the wind; this was no longer a duel, but an execution.

But Saber replied with a serious expression, "I have no complaints. You are the opponent I have always dreamed of."

To deliver a dignified defeat to a respectable opponent—that is Artoria's chivalry.

"Realize yourself, Lancer."

"The concept of enlightenment is abandoned the moment one steps onto the battlefield."

Both sides assumed their stances, ready to end this glorious knightly duel in the next instant, but just then—

"That's it, both sides!!"

The roar of the sky and the howls of men echoed above the battlefield.

Saber and Lancer both turned their heads and gazed intently at the distant sky.

Accompanied by crisscrossing purple lightning in the night sky, a battlefield sped towards the two of them from the sky.

It was a classic chariot pulled by two muscular, strong, and well-built bulls.

After circling in the night sky for a while, it descended to the earth, shrouded in lightning and divine aura, landing right between Saber and Lancer.

After the dazzling lightning subsided, a burly red-haired man appeared imposingly in the driver's seat.

"Both sides put down your weapons. You are now in the presence of the king!"

His voice was louder than any thunder, and his aura surpassed that of a bull.

The giant who stormed into the battlefield instantly overwhelmed the two knights' aura and declared with a serious expression.

"My name is Iskandar the Conqueror, and I have come into this world by obtaining the Rider Throne in this Holy Grail War."

"Varied--"

Everyone was stunned. On the battlefield of the Holy Grail War, hiding one's true name is one of the most important strategies, and it is impossible for a spirit to reveal its true name.

Sure enough, the boy in the passenger seat, who appeared to be the Rider Master, started making a huge fuss.

However, the most surprised person among them was Webber, who was squatting next to Rider in the driver's seat.

"What the hell are you thinking? You idiot!!!"

However, the Master's strong protest was easily resolved by a flick on the forehead from the Servant.

Rider acted as if nothing had happened, turning to look at Saber and Lancer to his left and right.

"Stop, Saber, it's such a waste to kill Lancer like this."

Before you take action, listen to one of my words.

"……What!?"

Saber was stunned, while Lancer was furious, feeling humiliated.

Rider opened his arms dismissively.

"Heroes and heroines from all eras and countries."

I do not know what wishes you wish for the Holy Grail, but think carefully now. Is that wish truly more important than the grand ambition of conquering the world?

Consider this: would you like to submit to me and hand over the Holy Grail?

In that case, I will treat you as my closest friends and share with you the joy of conquering the world.

"..."

Everyone was speechless and at a loss.

With Rider's unexpected arrival and Archer's subsequent arrival, the battlefield in Warehouse Street began to develop in a completely chaotic direction.

……

……

Meanwhile, there were also people who arrived late and were hurrying in this direction.

"Hey! Hurry up, big sister Avalon! We're going to miss it!"

At this moment, Shirou was held in Ms. Avalon's arms, and the two of them were jumping and leaping on the top of the skyscrapers in the new capital.

"Waaah, I've tried my best to hurry! I'm a magician who loves to travel, not a magician who's good at running away."