Otherwise, you can find another savior.

It took him a moment to react.

The Morgan in front of them was not the Morgan they knew.

"Wait a minute, wasn't there any record of the third magic in the information we took away during the retreat?" Scathach asked.

"If there is..." Artoria also realized the problem.

If Morgan had really analyzed the theory, he would have left relevant information in case of emergency.

"That's what you'll do next, Morgan," Grimm said calmly. "I know you've used the throne to collect two thousand years of magic power in Britain. That's more than enough to replace the magic power required to transform Servant souls in the Third Act."

"What... do I need to do?" Morgan found a glimmer of hope in their discussion. She tried her best to remain calm. "Answer me, what do I need to do to save my husband?"

"Of course, you will go to the Fourth Holy Grail War, come into contact with the Greater Holy Grail as a Servant, and analyze the theories within it. I imagine this won't be difficult for you."

Grimm's voice echoed in the council hall like an oracle.

Chapter 113: Morgan's Chosen Fate

Since the Human Bleaching incident, one of the questions that has troubled some people in Chaldea is whether Morgan is really from the Lostbelt and how he was able to intervene in the Holy Grail War in pan-human history and appear as a Servant.

"Wait a minute, even if Morgan is qualified to become a Servant, becoming a Servant means the death of her original body." Romani hurriedly stopped her, "Are you planning to let her die to save Shiomi?"

Although this is a win-win option for Chaldea.

But everyone knows that if Morgan really commits suicide here and then goes to the Throne of Heroes to save Shiomi.

Even after being rescued, Shiomi will not forgive them, and may even completely break with Chaldea and even pan-human history.

——Even though what Shiomi has done so far is actually tantamount to rebellion against pan-human history, they all believe that as long as they discuss it with Shiomi, they can always find an answer that can satisfy both parties.

"Why do you want to die?" Grimm looked at Artoria. "In a certain history, the Knight King survived the Battle of Camlann. Instead, he signed a contract with the Suppressing Force before his death, offering his afterlife as a price to seek a way to save Britain."

The implication is that Morgan doesn't need to die, as long as he becomes a being like Altria who has made a contract with the world after being on the verge of death, he can enter the Holy Grail War as a Servant and reach Fuyuki, which is inaccessible on this bleached planet.

"Just being on the verge of death isn't enough to achieve this goal, right?" Scathach wondered.

"What's important isn't the near-death experience, but the moment of near-death, when time freezes and one is unable to move forward until the goal is achieved," Grimm said. "The Knight King here should understand this."

"You mean... to deceive the Suppression Force and even the Throne of Heroes? Such a thing——" As a goddess, Altria thought this was unrealistic.

Grimm said, "That's why I'm here. The power of the gods can be so outrageous sometimes. They allowed me to retain my memories of my last summoning and even obtain some information about my previous agent. Interfering with the Throne of Heroes and disguising Morgan as a Servant from Panhuman History isn't impossible."

His words surprised everyone. No one could keep up with the conversation. Only people like Scathach and Artoria who had a deep understanding of mystery could barely understand it.

"So that's how it is. Are you planning to have this British Morgan disguise himself as the Morgan of pan-human history and respond to the call of his beloved disciple during the Fourth Holy Grail War?" Scathach found it both risky and unbelievable.

But if the great god Odin intervenes, it should be enough to make all this a reality.

Otherwise, neither she nor Chaldea would be able to meet Morgan.

"I basically understand both the theory and the method... but why would the gods of pan-human history help us to this extent?" Morgan asked calmly. "The last time was 5700 years ago in Orkney. You appeared in the form of a young man and assisted us all the way... no, you assisted my husband for nearly 4000 years."

"I'm not entirely sure why the great god Odin favors me so much," Grimm said with a frank, playful laugh. "But my junior brother's answer was included in the intelligence left behind by the previous agent."

Scathach became interested: "What did my beloved disciple say?"

"This guy said he doesn't know what his 'destiny' is, but he thinks his 'destiny' is here." Grimm gestured to Morgan.

As Morgan spoke, he recalled the unforgettable memory of ringing the first pilgrimage bell in Orkney.

"It seems that the great god Odin has also accepted my husband's choice." Morgan understood and stopped asking questions. Instead, he hugged Shiomi's still warm body tightly. "If I am his 'destiny' to my husband, then he is my only 'destiny'."

Grimm clapped his hands. "It seems you've thought it through, Morgan. But let me be clear, the magic power stored in your throne will probably be exhausted in this operation to rescue your husband."

"What does it matter?" Morgan slowly lifted Xijian up and laid him flat on the throne. "If my dream can't coexist with his, then I have no choice but to give it up. I... just want to talk to him again, to hear his voice calling my name... I can give up anything else that's useless."

"That's a good idea." Grimm shook his head. "And then—"

"What is it?"

"Never mind. Wait until you get back and wake this guy up." Grimm shrugged. "But I think you can all figure it out."

Morgan pursed his lips and didn't answer.

Unlocking the seal means releasing the sealed disaster.

Then Britain will be destroyed.

Morgan himself will be the one who opens the door to Britain's destruction.

She had already made her choice, no need to say more.

"You know how to freeze time for an individual, don't you?" Grimm said.

Morgan stood in front of the throne and slowly mobilized his magic power.

"Of course, I'll use my 'Ice Coffin'. Please take care of everything here while I'm gone." Morgan looked at Bawan Xi. "I'm so sorry. We finally get to meet, but I don't have time to talk to you."

"It's okay. I think the same as Mother." Bawan Xi gave an encouraging smile. "I'll wait here for Mother to come back."

"Then, I'll leave Camelot to you to maintain." Morgan looked at Artoria and Scathach again, "For now, it's your turn to capture the city."

The two nodded silently in response.

The ice coffin gradually wrapped around Morgan's body.

Grimm raised his wand and constructed a spell around the ice coffin.

"I wish to live by dying. O spring of Mimir, oh vein of mistletoe, become branches that sever the past and reach toward the future! For the next nine days, forbid all foolishness and transcend the twilight—"Gambanteinn Valhall"!"

One of the manifestations of the great god Odin's power, the almighty altar.

Grimm followed the guidance of the spirits and turned it into guidance for Morgan to transform into a Servant and travel to the Holy Grail War twenty-three years ago to intervene in the ceremony.

Don't worry about not being able to arrive accurately.

From the very beginning, Morgan and Shiomi's "fate" was destined, and this cycle was repeated over and over again on the quantum record fixed belt that had not yet been fixed.

Everything Morgan did was to ensure that this phenomenon (cycle) would not be overturned.

Following Lingzi's guidance, Morgan opened his eyes again.

What emerged into view was the gradually dispersing smoke and the magician chanting the summoning spell in the dim workshop.

After seeing the man clearly, Morgan understood everything.

She suppressed her inner joy and took a step towards the still young Shiomi.

Chapter 114: Prelude to Britain's Destruction

"Hmm, great...! You're still alive, how brave! When I saw you falling from the sky, I thought I was seeing things... I never thought an enemy could leave you in such a state..."

The central plain between Salisbury and Gloucester, where the Wind Clan army is temporarily stationed.

In the tent of clan leader Aurora, she was looking at the bruised and battered Woodworth with concern.

"Klar, please heal me! Use the magic powder you treasure!" She instructed her personal maid.

"...Ah...Thank you, Aurora...As expected, you are a beautiful fairy...I doubted you briefly before, and it's really unbearable for me...Mmm...Ah...Ah, ah..."

Woodworth, lying on the bed, made intermittent sounds, expressing his gratitude and apology to Aurora.

Even though the army was on the march, Aurora still ordered the army to temporarily stop and wait in order to treat Woodworth.

"...No, the hole in my chest can't be plugged...even magic powder can't..." the maid said, "Scouts just sent an urgent report that Camelot has been captured by the Londinium army...If we don't advance now-"

Using Longinus as a medium, the imaginary Noble Phantasm released by Shiomi severely damaged Woodworth, making it impossible for the Star Lungs to complete the repair task. The self-healing ability that Yaling of Fang was proud of was simply unable to make up for the speed of life loss.

"Don't give up! Go get the military doctor to bring some medicine!" Aurora ordered sternly. "We can't let this man who fought against the evil God-King for Britain die! We can't let his thousands of years of hard work be rewarded with a tragic death!"

"Aurora... Aurora... Ugh, I actually misunderstood you to this extent..." Woodworth burst into tears of gratitude, then struggled to ask the maid, "Camelot was conquered by the God-King... Where is Her Majesty the Queen?"

"This..." Maid Klar couldn't say it.

Aurora then said, "From the news sent by the scouts, it seems that Her Majesty the Queen didn't even put up a fight before Camelot was captured. The reinforcements of the Fang Clan and the Wing Clan are already trying to retake Camelot, but..."

"...Your Majesty, no resistance?" Woodworth didn't believe it.

After he was born as Yaling, he had witnessed the fall of Camelot twice, but Queen Morgan never gave up the fight. Even if she was sure that she could not defend the city, she would temporarily evacuate with the remaining troops, and then retake the Camelot that had been slaughtered after regrouping.

But this time...but this time...

"Her Majesty the Queen has a history with the God-King of Londinium... This isn't just some rumor I heard somewhere." Aurora changed the subject, adding with a look of sorrow, "Perhaps these past two thousand years of war, the blood of countless goblins from various clans, were all part of a scheme between Her Majesty the Queen and that God-King..."

"What is this...for?" Woodworth didn't understand.

But Aurora's words allowed the seeds of doubt to take root and sprout further.

"I'm not sure. Perhaps Her Majesty has already decided to abandon all clans, wipe out all six, and then rebuild a clan that belongs only to her—"

Aurora hinted meaningfully.

"...If that's the case...If that's the case..."

Woodworth struggled out of bed and stumbled out of the tent.

"Woodworth, I think you should know that it's faster to get to Camelot from here via the underground venous corridor than on the ground."

Aurora reminded him from behind, but no one knew whether Woodworth, who had already staggered away, heard it or not.

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Camelot, inside the palace.

More than twenty hours had passed since Morgan sealed himself in an ice coffin and Odin's agent, Grimm, initiated the ritual known as the "Great God's Altar."

However, neither Scathach and Artoria, who had just experienced an arduous siege, nor Sakura and the others who were left in the palace, had any way to calm down and rest and wait.

Although Romani tried to suggest to the girls as a doctor that they take a rest out of concern for their health, his own refusal to leave his job made his words less persuasive.

And more importantly... the Londinium army's occupation of Camelot does not mean the end.

The Londinium Army, which has always been strict in military discipline, took control of the city's main roads and city defenses after arriving in the city, waiting for the next order from the God-King.

However, the God King did not issue any new orders. At the same time, the clan army that had not appeared in the siege of Camelot also arrived outside Camelot and launched a new round of siege with the goal of "recapturing Camelot".

In the meantime, Scathach and Artoria went out to inspect the city defenses in three directions.

Morgan's Camelot City is indeed a fortified city. Without the fighting power of Shiomi and her, it would be impossible to break through the solid defense of the city gate, which would only put the attacking party in a bloody grinder.

In other words, there is no need to worry about the trouble of being captured in Camelot for the time being.

"How much longer, Mr. Grimm?" asked Bawan See.

"I don't know about that..." Grimm said, "When you guys in Chaldea were performing spirit particle transfers back then, how long did it take each time?"

Sakura then replied, "Because Chaldea will use Chaldeas to prove the existence of the Master's spirit particle after transfer, and use it to establish communication--"

"That is to say, the actual time of both parties is synchronized." Grimm understood.

"But the current situation is different from spirit particle transfer, right?" Scathach said at this time, "Although it is similar to spirit particle transfer, it is actually something else."

"That's right, so they can't be understood in the same way." Grimm looked at Shiomi lying on the throne. "Speaking of which, how long did Morgan stay in the 'past'?"

"If we count it as 2017 now... it's already been 23 years." Sakura calculated. "Since the day the Holy Grail War began, Mother has never left."

"Mother?" Bawan Xi was suddenly stunned. "Wait, lady from Chaldea, are you... my father's daughter?"

"Yes." Sakura answered frankly.

The originally anxious atmosphere suddenly fell into a strange silence. Bawan Xi glanced at a corner of the council hall, where Caster and Pendragon, the two Altrias, were talking.

It seemed that when the Lion King took off his helmet, Custer was a little surprised, and then he gradually understood the situation, and with a curious attitude, he sought communication with another "self" in different history.

“It feels like there will be a lot to talk about…” Bawan Xi pushed up his glasses.

As she finished speaking, the ice coffin made a cracking sound.

Chapter 115: Soul Retrieval Ceremony

There was a very slight cracking sound at first, and then it gradually grew louder. Everyone stopped and turned their attention back to Morgan's ice coffin.

The cracks spread across the entire front, and then suddenly split open. The broken pieces of the ice coffin splashed around, and dissipated the moment they hit the ground, turning into ice dust.

Morgan walked out of the ice coffin and lost his balance slightly, almost falling, but his hands were supported by two girls.

"Mother!"

Sakura and Bawan Xi expressed their concern in unison.

"Ah, come to think of it, this is the situation here..." Morgan was stunned for a moment before shaking his head.