Morgan thought of this and shook her head slightly. In that distant past, there was a time when the three of them were not much different from humans. One lived in the forest, raised by fairies; another continued to research various magecrafts, unaware she had a sister; and the last one was entrusted to Kay's family, growing up with Kay.
Subsequently, after experiencing a period of peace, everyone walked towards different futures and endings. Among the three, the one with the most tragic ending seemed to be only Artoria.
This was also the reason Morgan felt a bit of guilt towards this sister of hers.
However, the awkward Morgan would not express this emotion of hers.
Napoleon was stunned for a moment, then his tone became somewhat emotional, yet it also seemed like he was trying to cover something up. After all, prying into other people's secrets like this didn't seem very good, especially if everything was true. In the coming period, they would likely be fighting side by side, so it was better to build a good relationship now.
I feel like this witch is looking at me like I'm a frivolous man.How could I, Napoleon, be a frivolous man?What a joke.I must change this witch's opinion of me.
However, Morgan just turned her head away, seemingly not intending to give Napoleon another glance. Napoleon could only look at his raised hand with embarrassment and silently retracted it.
Morgan tapped the ground with the staff in her hand, the sound echoing outward. "I swear in the name of the Great Witch Morgan that every word spoken next is the truth. If you do not believe this oath, you may turn and leave now. Compared to a team barely scraped together, I prefer companions who advance and retreat together."
Morgan's words were devoid of human touch, but they were also very realistic. Indeed, compared to companions fighting together, those who were skeptical and might quit at any time were the most annoying. Rather than waiting for such things to happen and then regretting it, it was better to nip such matters in the bud.
However, understanding aside, saying such words did seem a bit grating. But thinking about Morgan's historical evaluation, it didn't seem hard to understand why the person before them was called a witch. At least from the first impression, one felt that this witch was truly too decisive, even a bit arbitrary.
If Aslan heard Napoleon's evaluation of Morgan, he would definitely nod and praise, "As expected of the Emperor of France, he's quite accurate." That's right, Morgan was indeed a relatively arbitrary existence. It was just that after 1,500 years of time, her sharp edges had been hidden in the scabbard, but such a Morgan was naturally even more dangerous.
"We will give you time to consider. At the same time, let me introduce myself. My name is Aslan Pendragon. Just as you think, I am the blacksmith who created the Artificial God. Of course, I am not a Heroic Spirit, but like my magecraft teacher, I am an existence who has lived until now. Currently, I am nominally attached to the Human Order Security Organization, Chaldea...
At the same time, the reason I returned from the Reverse Side of the World to the surface is also due to Merlin's commission. Merlin prophesied that this world is about to face a major crisis. If left unchecked, an unimaginable disaster sufficient to destroy the world will occur.
That's why I was kicked directly out of the Tower of Paradise by a certain bastard..."
Thinking of this makes me really want to temper that bastard Merlin's skull properly with my forging hammer. Aslan curled his lips into an impeccable smile, then cast his gaze into the void. He knew that guy Merlin must be peeping right now. Merlin, seeing Aslan's gaze, froze for a moment.
Then, he subconsciously covered his head with his hands. After thinking for a moment, this magus finally thought of a way to salvage the relationship between the two. Otherwise, once this incident was handled, that blacksmith would really come back. Thinking about my head being forged ruthlessly, then quenched repeatedly in hot and cold water... even as an Incubus, I can't withstand that.
Possessing Clairvoyance that can only see the present, he suddenly and inexplicably saw a few magical prophetic images. It was a golden-haired blacksmith holding a weapon covered in flowers, laughing heartily. That weapon looked extremely dreamy, pure white with a hint of pink, simply like his usual attire. And behind the blacksmith, there was a golden Holy Sword, the weapon originally belonging to Artoria.
Merlin could be certain that even if he only saw the image and didn't hear the sound, he could guess that the name of this weapon must be "Merlin". I get the feeling that it's a weapon forged from my skull.
Absolutely!Absolutely cannot let such a bad ending happen!
I am just an Incubus who wants to observe the world properly.Such an ending is not within my scope of consideration.So, improving the relationship between the two is imperative.In other words, I need to actively do Aslan a favor.
Merlin stood up and patted the head of the small white beast. "Speaking of which, I saw a very interesting scene not long ago. It will definitely alleviate the relationship between the two. But in this way, I have to make a trip outside. Never mind, to save my own life, I'll just make a trip. It's not like I haven't run out before. Watch the house obediently."
The small white beast rolled its eyes and silently complained in its heart. If what you, Merlin, did before wasn't so extreme, there wouldn't be a need to be so anxious now, right?In the final analysis, Merlin asked for this.
"In short, this is not a place to talk. Let's find a hotel, get a private room, and talk about this matter while eating. Things have come to this; being anxious is useless. At the same time, the magi will also come to gather. If you Heroic Spirits trust us, please ask your Masters to come as well."
Aslan looked at the traces left by the battle around him and nodded gently to the people around him. Then he placed his gaze on Assassin and the Knight. "Please notify Kiritsugu and Sigma. Just say that this time, Aslan needs your help. Also, Shinji is with me."
Upon seeing the actions of this blacksmith, Napoleon silently began to think in his heart. Why does it feel like out of the remaining six Masters, four of them know each other?If we don't go, will we be directly excluded by this large group?