[FMMISM] Chapter 89: Conflict

After Ragna entered Morgan's room, he saw that two pillows had already been placed on the soft, large bed.

'She really does think of everything, huh...' Ragna thought, raising his eyebrows.

When Morgan entered the room, she went straight to the side of the bed and loosened her long ponytail. Her hair then cascaded over the bed like a brilliant galaxy, and her long legs were crossed in a way that displayed the Fairy Queen's grace.

Morgan looked at Ragna, who was frozen at the door, with a teasing gaze, while skillfully fiddling with her high heels using her toes.

"...Why are you just standing there, Master? Sit next to me."

Ragna wordlessly sat beside her and then asked.

"Speak up... What's the matter?"

Morgan nodded, realizing that there was no point in beating around the bush with this boy.

"Master, it's time to deal with Arthur... deal with Lancer."

"..."

Ragna was speechless.

After all this fuss, with all the flattery and seduction, it turned out this was her real aim for tonight.

"Thanks to my invincible Master, the greatest threat in this Holy Grail War, Archer, has been severely weakened. Your victory is already within reach. Now we need to think about eliminating all unstable factors… like that overly righteous knight."

Morgan stared intently into Ragna's eyes and spoke softly.

"If we keep her around for too long, it might cause complications later."

Every participant in the Holy Grail War was clear on one thing—the minimum requirement for victory was to defeat six Servants—or rather, to kill them so they would return to the Holy Grail.

In other words, even if Ragna defeated all his enemies, he still had to choose between sending Morgan or Artoria back to the Holy Grail.

With six Servants still alive, Morgan revealed her scheming side.

"Caster… you're a smart woman. Compared to you, I'm as dumb as a monkey. So, if I follow your advice and use the Command Spell to deal with Lancer, what do I get out of it?" Ragna asked in a surprisingly calm tone, even to himself. "What do I gain by choosing you over her?"

His question was clearly anticipated by Morgan, who moved closer to the boy with a seductive smile.

"Master, I'll do anything you want. You can take everything from me—my knowledge, my magecraft, my power, even my body… If that's not enough, you can have both the me in front of you and my true self at the court… Master, they're all yours. As long as you agree to eliminate Lancer..."

While speaking, Morgan took Ragna's hand and placed it over her chest, his fingers sunk into her fair skin, leaving a faint imprint.

"?!"

Ragna quickly pulled his hand back, which hadn't even warmed up yet.

"Can't believe Master is still nervous at a time like this, fufu..."

Morgan didn't mind and continued to press closer. Her cold, soft, almost boneless hand rested again on Ragna's hand, gently stroking it.

"Why are you nervous? You've clearly been with so many women already."

Her words clearly implicated, 'Treat me just like you treat them. I absolutely won't let you down.'

Ragna looked at Morgan with a blank expression and then shook his head.

"No matter how many women I've been with, I'll still be nervous in front of a woman I like."

"...What?"

As soon as she heard his words, a clear blush appeared on Morgan's face.

She had intended to tempt her Master but ended up being caught off guard.

Suppressing her mixed emotions of joy and embarrassment, Morgan coldly retorted.

"…Don't, don't say weird things!"

"Then don't do weird things." Ragna shot back.

"…I'm Morgan le Fay. It's normal for me to do such things."

"That's not true." Ragna shook his head.

"That's exactly how it is." Morgan caressed his face. "To seduce shallow men, to bed excellent men, to turn powerful men into my obedient puppets… That's the way of Morgan le Fay. Master, shouldn't you know this best, no?"

"This isn't really suitable for you, Morgan." Ragna remained calm as he faced her increasingly explicit advances. 'Moreover, did she just call me shallow?'

"Not suitable for me? So what?" Morgan huffed in displeasure and raised her voice. "If I don't do this, I won't win… I'll never win against that person!"

"Hahh..."

Ragna sighed lightly.

Losing to her sister was a deep wound for Morgan.

Ragna knew she wouldn't listen to anything he said, so he chose to remain silent.

"..."

And so, the room was awkwardly silent.

After Morgan's emotions calmed down, Ragna decided to lay out his thoughts openly.

"Listen, I don't intend to use the Command Spell to kill Lancer... I don't know how to choose between you two after all. I'd like to hear her stance on this matter. We three should have a small meeting to discuss it."

"Huh?" Morgan narrowed her eyes.

She had always thought her Master was a decisive person, but she didn't expect him to say such indecisive and naive things.

At the same time, Ragna read the disdain in Morgan's eyes and slowly explained his reasons.

"You know, that night, Lancer could have resisted my control after I defeated Kiritsugu—no… if it were her, she definitely would have because she is not just anyone but the noble King of Knights. Yet, she didn't do that and instead accepted me, so I don't want to betray her trust."

"..."

"Heh, I'm such an idiot..."

After a long silence, Morgan lowered her head, her voice trembling.

"I thought only you would be different… that only you would choose me over her, but… after all this talk, it turns out the same… Master, you're just like those people, thinking Arthur is better than me, right?"

"…It's not like that." Ragna tightly grasped her helpless hand.

He felt it was necessary to convey his true feelings to her, so after collecting his thoughts, he spoke earnestly.

"Morgan, actually I have feelings for you—"

Creeeak—

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened.

"How can you decide the Holy Grail's ownership behind your companions' backs?"

At the bedroom door, Artoria stood with her hand on her hip, looking down at Morgan sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I won't give up my place beside Master to you, Elder Sister."

Artoria, who had just entered the room, coldly stared at Morgan and Ragna sitting on the bed, holding hands and gazing at each other.

In this way, the air in the room instantly grew tense.

"..."

Ragna, whose confession had been interrupted, stared in shock at Artoria, then glared at Irisviel standing behind her.

'Aren't you guys supposed to be out?' Ragna thought speechlessly. 'How did you suddenly come back?'

"When Iri and I went out earlier, we found that all the maids in the castle had been dispatched to the forest by Caster."

Saying this, Artoria exchanged glances with Morgan, calmly approached the bed, and then sat down on Ragna's other side.

"I was a bit worried about the castle's defense, so I had Iri drive back. We couldn't find you anywhere, and it turns out you were in my sister's room." Artoria continued. "It's only 7 PM, and you're already resting?"

Several minutes ago, as soon as she entered the castle, she sensed something was off. As she sniffed the air, she realized that her sister had lit incense meant to seduce men.

'Hmph, good thing I arrived in time.' Artoria snorted inwardly.

She knew too well that Morgan, with her beauty, allure, nobility, sensuality, and lewdness, all elements combined, had a charm that no man could refuse.

If her Master were to be 'devoured' by her sister, he might end up becoming her obedient servant. Even without considering a bit of personal bias, she couldn't allow Morgan to succeed.

Soon, Artoria grabbed Ragna's other free hand, her gaze filled with concern.

"...Caster didn't do anything weird to you, did she?"

"Uhh... no, Caster was actually pretty nice to me..." Ragna answered, then continued inside his mind with lingering satisfaction. 'She even let me touch her big, round boobs.'

With his left hand holding Morgan's, and his right hand grabbed by Artoria, he was sandwiched between the two sisters, each a head taller than him.

Whether it was the witch on the left or the king on the right, their sweet breaths and gentle gazes were truly intoxicating.

Ragna's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken.

Being surrounded by the British sisters was probably the most luxurious treatment a man could get. Unfortunately, if he didn't properly resolve their deep-rooted conflict, he would probably miss out on this luxury.

Feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, Ragna decided to seek help from the onlooker, only to find that Irisviel had already made a quick getaway before the sisters' showdown even began.

'Seriously, that woman who bolts when things go south.' Ragna's brow twitched.

"Arthur, this is my room. Who allowed you to come in?" Morgan bit her lip lightly, her voice trembling.

"As a Servant, I am obligated to stay by my Master's side at all times to ensure his safety. Since I cannot use spiritual form, I must guard Master in this way." Artoria replied solemnly. "Well, Elder Sister, you don't have to worry about my presence, just continue with what you were doing."

'How could I not worry?!'

Morgan shot her sister a glare for ruining her plans.

'Hmph, I've never seen her so eager before...'

'By the way, what did Master want to say to me before Arthur entered the room? Hmm... Could it be 'I have feelings of gratitude for you'?'

Morgan's thoughts were disorganized and distracted because she was so preoccupied with Ragna's words.

Artoria noticed her sister's expression and, with a shift in her gaze, began to suggest a solution.

"Let Master decide who he will choose between you and me. After all, fair competition is a must."

"However, I won't allow anyone to cheat. At the end of this Holy Grail War, regardless of who Master chooses, I will accept the result—provided it is a decision he arrives at after careful consideration."

Upon hearing this, Ragna looked up at Artoria in surprise and saw that she had a resolute expression.

Evidently, Artoria wasn't speaking out of courtesy but genuinely hoped this relationship would last until the very end.

"In the face of a great enemy, internal strife between us should be absolutely forbidden, shouldn't it?" Artoria said, looking at her sister with a questioning gaze.

"..."

Morgan knew she probably wouldn't have a chance tonight.

In the end, she sighed softly, reluctantly letting go of Ragna's hand as a sign of coming to terms with her sister.