[FMMISM] Chapter 33: Flaw

When Morgan returned to the inn after completing the task from Ragna, she found that he and the homunculus maids who had been on standby at the base were both gone.

Gazing into the inn from the entrance, the dim corridor was lifeless.

An enemy attack? Or did her Master go out to fool around?

Neither seemed right.

Morgan raised an eyebrow and immediately understood the situation.

Without calling out into the inn, she briskly walked straight to Ragna's room in the deepest part.

"So that's what's going on..."

When Morgan arrived at the door to Ragna's room, chaotic moans were coming from the other side.

A seductive woman's voice, speaking in broken sentences, stirred the imagination.

"Seriously... that idiot only thinks with his lower body..."

Morgan pouted and, with a displeased expression, knocked loudly on the door.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"It's me, Master."

"..."

The moment Morgan's voice resounded, the originally chaotic and sensual sounds in the room abruptly stopped.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, a voice resounded from the room.

"Oh, Caster, it's you. You're back already? Why so soon?"

Ragna's response was calm, but Morgan still detected a hint of panic.

"Yes, Master. There was a bit of an accident. Are you available now?"

"Wait a sec, I'm having the maids tidy up my room. Wait for me in the living room for a bit."

"Understood."

In this situation, still insisting on finishing what he was doing, Morgan suddenly felt a strange sense of respect for him.

'What a thick-skinned Master I have...'

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Fifteen minutes later, Ragna's room door finally opened.

Two disheveled homunculi maids with faces flushed quickly walked out of the room and left down the stairs.

Ragna followed them out of his room, slowly making his way to the inn's living room.

As soon as Ragna entered the living room, he saw Morgan sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, looking more unapproachable than usual with a sullen expression.

"You're back, Caster."

Ragna's voice was soft and his expression calm, completely different from his usual frivolous manner. Anyone who didn't know him might mistake him for a sage well-versed in self-cultivation.

Seeing him, Morgan raised an eyebrow.

"I wonder why the maids take forever to tidy up your room?"

"Sorry, sorry. Let me make you some tea as an apology, okay?"

As Ragna thought about the treatment she just received from Gilles, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

He took a Lipton tea bag from the cupboard and started boiling water.

Before long, Ragna brought two steaming cups of black tea, placing one on the coffee table in front of Morgan and sitting down at the other end of the sofa with the other cup.

"You're in such a bad mood... did something happen, Caster?" Ragna asked calmly but chuckling inwardly.

"I found the enemy Master matching your description, but first, let me return this to you."

As Morgan answered, she raised her hand and threw something to the floor.

Thud

It was none other than the gray pigeon, Yahweh.

Coo! Coo! Coo!

Yahweh chirped in panic, struggled in terror, flapped its wings wildly, and quickly flew out of the living room.

'Can't you be a bit gentler with my Yahweh, you evil witch...' Ragna complained inwardly, but outwardly, he calmly sipped his tea as though nothing had happened.

However, as Ragna sipped his tea, Morgan's next words almost made him spit it out.

"When I arrived at the destination, the man suspected to be Uryuu Ryuunosuke was already dead."

"Dead... Wait, what? He's dead?"

Seeing Ragna's dumbfounded expression, Morgan calmly nodded.

"Yeah, that man has been dead for about five days, I think? His body was already unrecognizable, purple all over with livor mortis, incontinent, and reeking strongly of decay. If I had arrived two days later, the neighbors might have noticed and called the police."

Probably recalling the horrific state of the corpse, a trace of disgust crossed Morgan's frosty face.

"He is definitely the man you were looking for. I brought back his Command Spells, after dealing with his corpse a bit."

Snap

Morgan snapped her fingers, and in an instant, a slender, pale right hand appeared on the coffee table with a greenish glow.

On the back of this hand, Ragna saw crimson Command Spells clearly etched on it.

"...Since the Command Spells are left behind, it means he wasn't killed by another participating Master, right?" Ragna speculated.

His speculation made sense, however, there was also another possibility.

If someone had been able to foresee and kill Ryuunosuke at this time, wouldn't that mean there was another transmigrator besides him?

Although he was incredibly shocked, Ragna quickly regained his composure and began to think carefully.

"Caster, what was the cause of his death?"

"The cause of death was that his internal organs, bones, brain, and Magic Circuits were burned alive from the inside. If it wasn't someone from the world of magecraft, it would be impossible to do something like this, so it shouldn't be the work of an ordinary person... It was done by a Servant, probably his own Servant."

"Burned alive from the inside...?" Ragna was completely baffled.

Was it a Servant he didn't know anything about?

Why would a Servant kill their own Master in the first place?

Was it an act of justice in response to Ryuunosuke's evil deeds?

No, more importantly, there was something more urgent right now.

Ragna raised his head and scrutinized Morgan's face.

At this moment, Morgan, who had just finished her report, slightly parted her red lips, exhaling lightly as she sipped her steaming tea.

"...What?" Morgan asked without lifting her head.

"..."

Ragna stood up silently from the sofa and glanced around the room.

"Caster, you've worked hard on your first task... You've done well, but there's a slight flaw."

As the boy spoke in a condescending tone, Morgan's delicate eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

"Flaw? What do you mean?"

"Yeah, a flaw..." Ragna nodded. "Caster, you're too confident in yourself. Even if you're the most excellent Servant, that's only limited to magecraft and wisdom. You must know that our opponents in the Holy Grail War are superhumans who have reached the pinnacle in various aspects."

"Hmph."

As Morgan snorted, her pale right hand, holding the teacup handle, trembled with agitation.

'I've been running around doing tasks outside for you, and all you do is mess around with women at home. Why should I have to endure your baseless criticism?' Morgan thought irritatedly and felt an unnamed flame surge in her chest.

"Ragna, what exactly are you trying to say?!"

In the next moment, Morgan exclaimed angrily, surprisingly abandoning the usual 'Master' and calling Ragna by name directly.

"What I want to say is... you're being followed, Caster." Ragna said calmly, his face serene like a still lake.

"What?"

Unfortunately, as Morgan pondered the meaning of his words carefully, suddenly a wave of murderous intent swept in from behind her.

Morgan instinctively turned around, unexpectedly seeing a delicate pale hand charging forward, aimed at her face.

Thud!

A dull collision sound suddenly echoed through the room as Morgan, caught in confusion, found herself abruptly pushed down by Ragna, who then pinned her to the floor.

"Don't make this kind of mistake again next time, understood?"

Looking down at Morgan's face, Ragna spoke with an expressionless face.

At this moment, the hand that was supposed to press against Morgan's face moments ago was now pressing against the back of Ragna's head.

"Zabaniya, Cyber Phantasy..."

BANG!

In the next moment, the face of the peerlessly handsome boy suddenly contorted and deformed until—

Splash!

Like a watermelon smashed hard by something, Ragna's head exploded, spraying brain fragments and blood that dyed Morgan's shaken vision crimson.

"RAGNA—!!!"