Otherwise, you can find another savior.

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Morgan raised his glass of beverage in a toasting gesture: "Exactly."

Then, a stomach growling sound came from inside the room.

Skadi got up from Shiomi, and after a moment's hesitation, she realized that he was hungry.

Laughter immediately filled the room.

"It's been a while since I've heard your stomach growl." Orange patted his calf.

"I'm not so busy that I don't even feel hungry," tide Jian said innocently, rubbing his stomach with a relieved expression. "Is there anything to eat now? Anything is fine."

"I'll go get it now." Artoria immediately got up and walked out of the room.

Scáthach followed behind, clearly worried that one person wouldn't be able to carry enough, and that the food would taste even better if they ate together.

This is Shiomi's consistent stance.

"I'm hungry, but I feel happier than worried," Orange thought to herself. "So I'm still worried about my state after 'ascension'?"

“Yes, I can see that I’ve almost completely transformed, but I’m also afraid that my most important desire will disappear because of it. When I realize that I’m hungry, I suddenly feel at ease.” tide Jian nodded earnestly.

“It’s a bit strange now, but I still want to ask you, what kind of god do you want to become?” Skadi’s expression became more serious.

“I never thought about what kind of god I wanted to become. I just wanted to be a god who stands on the side of humanity for the sake of the pan-human history in which the important people live.” Shiomi answered without hesitation. “I believe that is the correct form of existence for gods in this era.”

Morgan suddenly added a casual remark: "After all, the desires on the other side have already been thoroughly confirmed."

"...I'm talking very seriously right now, my wife..."

tide Jian looked defeated.

But as soon as he turned his head, he made a face at Morgan, who almost couldn't hold back his laughter and choked on his drink.

"Food and sex are human nature." Morgan put down his drink with a straight face and slammed the book shut. "It's not like we're teenagers anymore. Just take it easy, my husband."

"No, that's too serious."

Shio shook his head repeatedly. He was holding Skadi and Orange, looking like he was planning to do something while he didn't feel the right atmosphere.

Seeing his expression, Morgan knew that he couldn't worry even if he wanted to.

Chapter 94 Before Moving Towards the Next Battlefield (2)

Having eaten and drunk her fill, tide Jian was no longer content to stay in her room to rest.

After all, as long as there is no war, he can slowly recover his health by simply staying at home.

"Hmm, as expected, direct contact with the body is more efficient at restoring magic power."

Morgan held Shiomi's hand as they walked down the corridor of Storm Border and shared his thoughts.

“You used to get so shy that you'd crouch down and shrink into a ball if your magic circuits were even slightly touched with magic.” Shiomi smiled in the same way. “Now you’re used to the other way around, drawing magic from my magic circuits.”

"Missing the old me?" Morgan touched her hair. "Although there's no need to stay like this, if you want to see me again, whether it's the original Rain Witch or the later Savior, I can change back... Of course, only outwardly."

"No need. The one that suits your taste is the best." tide Jian shook her head.

They stopped at the porthole, and from inside the ship, hovering above the forest, they could see the southern and northern regions of the surviving interstellar city, brightly lit at night.

"It seems that our battle with the Olympians has had no effect on them," Shiomi said.

Morgan nodded: "While you were unconscious, the twins that Sakura and the others came into contact with, as well as the Servants from Pan-Human History, went to investigate the remaining two areas. To them, whatever the gods do is a blessing... especially Aw's 'Tower of Babel,' which they believe to be a miracle of Demeter."

Shio was taken aback: "It seems that news of Demeter's death hasn't spread. Is Olympus intentionally suppressing it?"

"Who knows, or maybe they think it's not worth explaining." Morgan shook his head and smiled indifferently.

The two chatted as they continued to wander around the ship. News of his awakening quickly spread to everyone, and soon someone came looking for him.

It's cherry blossom.

"Dad, are you feeling better now?" Sakura asked with concern, naturally taking Shiomi's hand.

This gesture earned her a reward of Morgan and Shiomi stroking her hair together.

“He’s doing just fine now,” Morgan told Sakura mischievously. “Just give him any chores you can think of, since your dad’s had enough sleep by now.”

“How can that be? Fighting against the gods is already exhausting enough; we can’t afford to get any more tired.” Sakura shook her head repeatedly.

"But you came all this way so suddenly, it can't be just because you're worried about me." tide Jian thought for a moment, "Let me guess, is there some kind of trouble that only I can solve?"

Sakura nodded: "It's Mordred. She is the only surviving Servant from the Pan-Human History Servant Vanguard Team, but her spirit core is severely damaged and she is on the verge of extinction. It is all thanks to Krionomia that her spirit base is being maintained."

"Take me to see it."

Although Shiomi was a little surprised that the surviving Servant was Mordred, she was an old friend who had helped Chaldea more than once, and she couldn't just watch her suffer from pain and leave the stage.

Sakura led the way, and Shiomi and Morgan, who were taking a walk, followed her to Mordred's infirmary.

For Shiomi now, healing at the level of repairing Servant Soul Cores is a piece of cake.

Sakura hadn't originally planned to invite Shio, but Touko reminded her that she could ask her father.

"How was it?" Shio asked Mordred for his thoughts.

Donning her magic-woven armor once more, Mordred clenched her fist, releasing crimson lightning that coiled around her body.

"Great!" She excitedly felt her Spirit Origin return to its full state. "Now I can fight again. I heard that Father has summoned the Knights of the Round Table again. Is that true?"

"Didn't you ask Sakura?" tide Jian asked, puzzled. "Besides, King Arthur was there too. Why didn't you just ask him directly?"

"...I was half-dead back then, knowing those guys were coming, but I couldn't go to the battlefield. It would be too much to bring back regret to the Throne of Heroes," Mordred said casually.

"So it turns out he was just throwing a tantrum at himself, just like someone else." Morgan couldn't help but shake his head.

In terms of this aspect of personality, Artoria and Mordred are quite similar.

"Huh? Who is Mother referring to?" Mordred asked.

“Use your brain, Mordred.” Morgan shook her head. “Besides, I’m not your mother. I’m a fairy from another history.”

"Then how did you do it before—" Mordred was a little embarrassed.

She was referring to Morgan, who had previously made the mistake of going along with it.

“There’s no way around it. Before, as a follower, I had to try my best to disguise myself as ‘me’ from the pan-human history.” Morgan smiled naturally. “Now that I don’t need to disguise myself, I have to correct myself. Of course, I still welcome you as a companion. After all, having more combat power will make our chances of winning against Zeus and the alien god more secure.”

"Ah, oh...is that so?" Mordred found it a bit convoluted and decided to give up on dwelling on it further.

Sakura then asked, "So, do we need a temporary contract, Saber? It would be easier to fight with a Master's support."

"Alright, alright," Mordred readily agreed, shaking hands with Sakura to form a master-servant contract. "Oh dear, what a strange fate we have, Master. How many times have I helped you this time?"

"After all, we're sisters without blood ties, so our bond is naturally closer than that of strangers," Sakura said with a smile. "I'll leave the battle to you from now on."

“Sigh… Your mother doesn’t even mention this anymore, are you still going to bring it up?” Mordred was starting to struggle with this issue again.

The quiet infirmary suddenly became noisy again. Even though there were no other people recuperating, Shio felt it wasn't right. Just as she was about to take them all outside to continue their conversation, Artoria came over.

"Has it recovered, Mordred?" she asked.

“Eh… ah… yes, Father.” Mordred tensed up again and responded incoherently.

Artoria nodded: "It's good that it's recovered. It seems that only Tianxi can repair the spirit core. If you're free later, come to the conference room for a roundtable discussion."

"Yes!" Mordred answered loudly.

Artoria smiled gently before turning and walking away.

It was clearly just a visit to check on Mordred and confirm whether he could attend the roundtable meeting.

“…Something’s definitely not right. Father’s attitude…is so gentle?” Mordred removed his armor and scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Well..." Sakura hesitated, wanting to say something but then stopped.

Then Mordred remembered the last record of the Sixth Singularity and shouted:

"I remember back then, Shiomi, you... wait, where did you go?"

Unfortunately, the astute Shiomi had already anticipated her reaction and quietly slipped away from the infirmary with Morgan.

Chapter Ninety-Five Afternoon Tea

She added sugar to the amber-colored black tea, and as she stirred with a teaspoon, the sugar gradually dissolved completely. Morgan picked up a small cup and took a sip; the perfect taste brought a satisfied smile to her face.

She put down her teacup and looked at Shiomi, Bawan Shi, and Habertrot, who were all watching her reaction.

"Hmm...full marks." Morgan gave a biased evaluation.

This is black tea brewed by Bavanshi. As a rest time before the start of the operation, the four of them gathered together to drink afternoon tea, mainly to evaluate Bavanshi's cooking skills.

“Mother always says that, but Father is more objective,” Bawan Xi said with a happy smile.

Habertlot commented with a grin, "But it's true that your skills have improved. Just like with making clothes, you'll become a master sooner or later."

"It's hard to say," Shiomi said. "But for a princess who only recently began to take care of herself, this level is sufficient."

Bawan Xi slumped limply on the table, her eyes crinkling with laughter: "The overall evaluation is that there's been improvement, but not much, right?"

Even so, she felt that the tea she brewed herself tasted much better.

It seems that Sakura didn't keep anything to herself; every time she asked for advice, Sakura would share many tips and tricks with Bawan Shi.

“However…” Morgan put down her teacup, a gentle light in her eyes, “drinking tea together like this always reminds me of the days of pilgrimage.”

Shiomi nodded: "Yeah. But back then it wasn't just the few of us, there was Reinek, Hector, and Grimm... Looking back now, the only one we'll have a chance to meet again is that guy Grimm."

“Hmm…” Bawan Xi didn’t know how to respond.

She knew all about the savior Ash and the sage's pilgrimage with their companions during the Fairy Era. But the problem was that the result of death and rebirth was that the memories felt more like reading someone else's diary than her own.

Bawan Shih could not imagine herself being so weak and easily bullied.

“But after everything that’s happened, it’s good that we can still sit together and not think about anything,” Habertrot said. “Making clothes for the people of Chaldea is much easier than managing the textile department in Londinion.”

"I hope you can get used to it." tide Jian nodded.

"Especially the female employees, they often ask Habertlot to make new clothes for them." Morgan was also pleased. "I've seen you surrounded by them several times, so I had to leave them alone for now."

Habertlot immediately gave a strange laugh: "If you want to see me, just come over. I'm not really that busy. Every time I'm there, I'm just listening to a bunch of weird requests. Humans really do have a lot of strange ideas."

“After all, saving the world is a really boring job. Designing new clothes, making new clothes, and wearing new clothes to work and relax are all pretty good forms of entertainment,” Shiomi said, expressing her understanding.

But Habertlot suddenly beckoned to Shiomi, signaling him to come closer.

tide Jian leaned closer, seemingly whispering, but her voice was loud enough for Morgan and Bawan Xi to hear: "Do you remember the clothes I made for Morgan before the coronation ceremony?"

"Hmm? Ah... that..." Shiomi thought for a moment, "I remember during the Night of the Long Sword, you put it in the spinning wheel and took it away, right? Later, I think it was placed in Orkney's old house?"

After the Fairy Calendar changed to the Queen Calendar, Shiomi never returned to Orkney. Northern Britain effectively became the Winter Queen's sphere of influence, while he maintained the southeastern region of Lentinion.

“When Orkney raised his army, I entrusted that outfit, which I never wore, to Habertrot for safekeeping.” Morgan shook his head. “Later, she stayed with me in Camelot…didn’t she end up in the Camelot palace?”

When Morgan asked her question, Habertlot looked surprised: "I was wondering why you hadn't asked. I thought you thought the outfit was too old-fashioned and you didn't want it anymore."

"What a perfect misunderstanding." Bawan Xi covered her face, feeling a little reluctant to watch.

Morgan, still in shock, hurriedly asked, "So—"

"Actually, after Morgan and Shiomi started fighting again, I felt that Camelot was doomed again. So I packed up the clothes I had hidden and brought them onto this ship."

"I see." Morgan's face flushed slightly, a hint of expectation in her eyes. "Does the size still match?"

“Probably no problem.” Habertlot jumped off the chair with three cushions on it and circled Morgan twice. “Hmm, basically, apart from the bust, the other sizes haven’t changed.”

“After all, being a fairy, maintaining a certain state is actually quite easy.” tide Jian rubbed her shoulders at this moment. “But I’m pretty much in the same boat now, also in a fixed state.”

Morgan rested his chin on his hand, gave Shiomi a deep look, then discussed it with Habertlot, and the two of them left the cafeteria, obviously to see if the clothes were wearable.

Before leaving, Morgan told Shiomi, "Come to the room in half an hour."

"I haven't even had any dessert yet. I'd like to ask Mother for her feedback," Bawan Xi said with a hint of regret as she looked at the cake she had made.

"Let's talk about it after we're done with the Lostbelt stuff," Shiomi said, patting her hair.

"Anyway, it's just that I'm wearing that outfit for Father to see alone." Bawan Xi teased Shiomi instead, "For me, my memories of Mother are all from the four hundred years before the Queen's calendar. Father, on the other hand, raised me alone for two thousand years after that."

"Hmm, so what?" Shiomi asked curiously.

“Perhaps it’s a bit unfair to say this, but I think Father has had a harder time than Mother, and he still does now.” Bawan Xi rested her chin on her hands. “It’s like saving the world, becoming a god, even if I could understand it, I couldn’t comprehend it.”

"Don't force yourself to understand." tide Jian looked at her. "I just hope that once everything returns to normal, you will like the world of pan-human history."

“When you’re with your family, it doesn’t really matter what kind of world it is,” Bavan Shi shook his head.

“That makes sense.” tide Jian took a sip of her tea. “Actually, it’s pretty much the same for many people. The world is just the small world that you can see, yet it’s irreplaceable. Countless irreplaceable small worlds make up the big world.”

Bawan Xi nodded vigorously, then asked, "But I'm no longer a princess, while my father has become a god. So... can I be considered a goddess?"