True Magician

Chapter 66

Emiya's residence.

I was sprawled on the couch, not paying attention to anything around me, my aloof gaze never leaving the ceiling. After his arrival, Vali's group, as well as himself, were seated in the common room while Morgan, who had taken a seat next to me, watched the white dragon bearer echidotically.

Arthur was enjoying his tea like a well-mannered aristocrat, Le Fei was smiling 'sweetly' at a profusely sweating Kuroka, and Biko was sprawled on his cloud. Katarea and Elaine had retreated to the kitchen to cook something. Vali, meanwhile, was trying his best to ignore Morgan and maintain some semblance of confidence after her verbal attacks.

A tired sigh escaped my throat, even without looking at Tia and Ophis beside me. I then turned towards Morgan and rubbed my temples as something seemed rather suspicious to me.

- "So, what's your plan, Your Majesty?"

- "Oh?" She was naively surprised and covered her mouth with her hand, "What makes you think I had any plan, my husband? And when did you decide to address me as 'you'?"

- "So, you at one moment 'absolutely accidentally' wanted to get acquainted with Vali's group, and then just as 'absolutely accidentally' bring them here?" I rolled my eyes at her actions.

She remained silent in response to my words, but there was a definite satisfied smile on her face that Morgan made no attempt to hide. Then she made a gesture with her eyes, as if asking me to continue.

- "Let me guess, it's something to do with Albion, isn't it?"

- "Indeed, it is. And if you think about it for a moment, you'll see what I want." Morgan nodded, looking at Vali, who didn't understand what was going on and neither did the others.

I pressed myself against the Ophis again to get my thoughts in order.

To make a long story short, Morgan is referring to Albion Nasuverse, specifically the fact that both the red and white dragons there are 'Albion'. That's what the ancient Greeks called Britain before it even became one.

Generally speaking, Albion Nasuverse is retarded or overconfident, to say the least. When all dragons preferred to shift to the Backside of the World, sensing the end of the Age of Gods, this one did nothing. Eventually, when it came to him that the consequences would still affect him, Albion thought of nothing better than to try to dig a hole in the ground to escape. Failed miserably, though, as the Clock Tower was built on his corpse.

Going back to Morgan's idea, she probably wants to synchronize Ddraig and Albion somehow and see what happens. You could say that Nasuverse's Albion is the embodiment of the island of Britannia, and if that's indeed the case....

- "Oh? You don't want to get those two dragons in your charge, do you? In that case, Artoria is entitled to it too, you know."

Why did I say 'dragons' and not 'hosts'? Obviously, Morgan won't be interested in them, but rather just the Sacred Gears.

- "What?! I won't obey anyone!" Vali exclaimed.

- "That's right!" Albion supported him.

- "It doesn't make sense. My dearest sister has absolutely no interest in this," Morgan ignored their cries and said, "And leaving such toys in the hands of humans does not give me pleasure. Besides, doesn't your opinion on these toys support my actions? After all, you're in favor of choice in any situation."

- "That..." I started to say, but stopped, and then thought about her words for a moment, "That makes sense. But you understand our circumstances, don't you? If you were three times queen of the fairies, Alaya would be stronger."