Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice (Part 2)

Chapter 255

Morgan looked at Shirou with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. "Are you sure you want to hand over the throne to me?"

Shirou's face remained calm and composed. "Yes, I have carefully assessed the situation and have concluded that you are the best candidate to become the provisional heir to the throne."

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Provisional?" she repeated.

He nodded. "Yes, I will be closely observing your performance and if, at any point, I feel that you are not suitable for the role, I will withdraw my decision."

Her eyes narrowed, but she did not flinch. "Hmph! There is nothing that I desire that I cannot obtain."

She looked over at Artoria, who stood calmly beside her. "Don't worry, my dear sister," Morgan said with a hint of condescension. "Despite your past threats, I promise to treat you well when I inherit the throne."

Artoria nodded graciously. "Thank you, Sister."

Morgan couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at Artoria's sudden change in behavior. 'What's wrong with her?' Morgan wondered. 'She's usually silent and reserved at a time like this. Why is she being so polite all of a sudden?'

"You may leave now," Shirou said.

The two nodded in unison and turned to leave.

As they began to walk away, Artoria paused and turned back to face Shirou. "Your Majesty," she said hesitantly, "please take care of yourself."

Shirou acknowledged her words with a nod of his head.

As the two servants left the palace, Morgan turned to Artoria and posed a question. "Do you still wish to compete with me for the throne?"

Artoria shook her head with a calm expression. "No, Sister. The throne rightfully belongs to you," she replied before walking away.

Morgan watched Artoria's retreating figure, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What's going on?" she muttered to herself. "Defeating her and inheriting the throne should have been a joyous occasion. Why does it suddenly feel so hollow? Something's not right."

Days passed, and Morgan diligently followed Guinevere to learn the intricacies of governance. The task proved to be more challenging than she had expected, as many of the practices were vastly different from what she had learned during her royal education. Despite feeling overwhelmed and struggling to understand certain concepts, Morgan persevered and remained determined to succeed.

As the inheritor of the island's power, it was her duty to rule Camelot. Failure was not an option.

With the throne destined to fall into her hands, Morgan no longer felt the need to keep an eye on the royal bloodline. Her focus now was solely on mastering the skills necessary to govern the island.

But...

Shirou held up a hand to stop Morgan from approaching any further. "Don't come any closer. We can talk from where you stand."

"Why not? I have no intention of seizing your bloodline," Morgan retorted, standing fifteen steps away from the king.

He deftly changed the topic, "Is there anything you're struggling to understand about governing the island?"

Morgan pointed to Artoria, who stood nearby. "Why is she allowed to approach you then?" she demanded.

"Artoria is my knight," Shirou explained calmly.

Morgan protested loudly. "But I'm your heir and mage! Why can't I get closer?"

He let out a deep sigh. "If you take off all your potions and promise not to do anything reckless, then you may come closer."