Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

Chapter 158

"Artoria!"

Artoria heart tightened at the sound of her sister's voice. She turned to face Morgan, who was calling out to her.

"What's the matter, sister?" Artoria asked, trying to maintain a serious tone despite her growing apprehension.

Without explaining, Morgan simply said, "Come with me." Artoria followed her sister, unsure of what was about to happen.

Morgan led Artoria to her makeshift magic workshop. As they approached the entrance, Artoria hesitated and spoke up, "Merlin warned me that entering a magus's workshop can be seen as a challenge."

"What are you afraid of? You are my sister, How could I possibly harm you?" Morgan took her hand and walked into the workshop.

As they stepped into the workshop, Morgan snapped her fingers, and suddenly the room came to life. A secret ritual was activated, and the mythril that had been flowing around the room transformed into a humanoid shape. It walked over to Artoria and presented her with a complete set of mythril armor, including gauntlets, pauldrons, and greaves. The armor was dazzling and emitted a powerful steel aura, complete with a helmet that resembled the fierce face of a lion.

"Sister, what is this?" she looked at Morgan and asked.

Morgan responded, "Last time when you visited me, I had only prepared a gift for Arthur and had forgotten about you. But now, as a knight serving under Arthur, you are bound to face danger on the battlefield. This mythril armor will greatly improve your safety and offer protection in times of need. Our family, the Pendragons, has always carried the responsibility of protecting the island and its people. The lion is the symbol of the Pendragon family, and as a member, you must be stronger than anyone else. Do you understand?"

"I understand, sister," she nodded. She understood this better than anyone else because she was made for this purpose.

"Try it on."

She donned the lion-like armor, revealing a lily-white skirt that peeked out from underneath the upper armor. The golden lion fur on the pauldrons billowed in the wind like a majestic cape of gold.

Extremely handsome!

Majestic!

She gripped the helmet, remarking, "It fits well, sister."

Morgan replied confidently, "Naturally so. I refined it with mythril using my secret ritual, which enables it to adjust to the perfect size for your body."

She went on, earnestly explaining the benefits of mythril, "You see, mythril possesses remarkable resistance against magecraft. And I've personally enhanced it with my own anti-magecraft enchantment, making it capable of nullifying most spells. However, it wouldn't hurt to ask that white furball to further enhance it in the future." After a brief pause, Morgan begrudgingly admitted, "Though it pains me to say it, I simply can't match up to that white furball when it comes to magecraft."

Artoria feigned ignorance towards Morgan's jab at Merlin and responded with a serious nod, "I understand."

Watching as she vanished into the distance, Morgan grumbled to herself, "Not even a simple 'thank you,' and she still looked at me with suspicion... What an unpleasant child. But despite everything, she is my sister. Even though this is my first time playing the role of an elder sister, I must learn to be tolerant of her rudeness."

...

Artoria and her troops assembled outside the city gates.

Shirou's army was reinforced by Morgan's 1,000 Orkney soldiers, while the remaining troops joined his ranks voluntarily from the other kings' retinues. After counting Aggravain's inventory, they totaled 2,272 people.