True Magician

Chapter 98

Emiya residence.

Morgan and I returned at noon, just in time for the residents to gather for lunch. I don't know at what point, but I managed to doze off on the shore of that lake, even though the atmosphere wasn't very welcoming. It was just forgotten under the pleasantness of spending time with Berserker.

Sleeping under the open sky, in the mystical air and in the arms of Morgan, who at one point snuggled up to me, was comfortable and relaxing. So much so that I felt absolutely fine now. That was true of Morgan, too, judging by her satisfied and almost radiant face, which she hid as soon as Artoria came into her field of vision.

Upon seeing us, Merlin was smiling and giggling very cheerfully. I guess he was watching us with his Clairvoyance, and apparently Morgan had come to the same conclusion. A very 'cute' smile appeared on her face, seeing which Merlin instantly trembled and tried to run away, unsuccessfully of course. She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and vanished into thin air with him. And I even began to wonder if he'd still be alive after what Morgan had done to him.

At the moment they hadn't returned, Archer, Rea-chan, and Medusa were setting the table, with Enkidu and Mo-chan helping them. The rest of them, however, were seated at the table and waiting for dinner to begin. Ophis had gone somewhere, and Alaya had gone to her house. I settled into my seat, where Tia had immediately taken most of my attention, and watched my surroundings out of the corner of my eye.

It had been about a month since the Servants had been in this world, and it was safe to say that they were enjoying their stay. It's a full-fledged vacation for them, when they can just live.

Gil and Enkidu are giving themselves over to traveling, which was impossible in their time. Shirou is no longer a callous depressive shell of himself because of Artoria and Medusa, with whom he has fallen in love. The latter, like Hercules, obviously misses their Masters from the Fifth War, but they try to move on with their lives, dedicating themselves to the opportunity that presents itself. Artoria has resolved the issues with Lancelot and Mo-chan, which has removed a mountain of guilt from her heart. Merlin is just happy for his king and is stirring things up with his annoying behavior. The Assassins, on the other hand, are using this time to hone their skills. Not just the Hundred Faces, but Grandpa himself. Morgan found me, as presumptuous as that sounds, and Da Vinci... still Da Vinci.

And it's fun to see how they operate. Mo-chan, who was tentatively arranging the plates and asking Archer if she'd done it right. She was circling around Shirou like a kitten, which he had already accepted, and Artoria was nodding approvingly. The giant Hercules, holding a fork tiny for him in his massive hands and munching enthusiastically on Archer's cooking. Enkidu, who has found a new hobby for himself in cross-dressing, that sort of thing.

I was suddenly brought out of my musings by the doorbell ringing, which I found odd since it wasn't reception time yet. Rea-chan gave a brief nod to Archer, whom she was helping, and headed for the door. She returned a few seconds later, and alone, but now she had an envelope in her hand.

This was the second letter in two days. Is this some kind of fashion for them or something? Wouldn't it be easier to call or come yourself?

- "And who was it?" I asked, accepting the letter Rea-chan held out to me.

- "No one, my king. When I opened the door, there was only it lying on the threshold."

- "Oh, how mysterious." I grinned and examined the envelope.

It looked completely ordinary. There were no inscriptions, no symbol or even a seal on it - just the glue that kept it closed. So, whoever was the sender didn't want to be recognized.