[FMMISM] Chapter 28: Accident

One sunny winter afternoon, Ragna and Morgan arrived at Fuyuki Airport by plane.

After looting the Matou family's mansion, Ragna became extremely wealthy.

Even though taking the Shinkansen from Tokyo to Fuyuki might have been faster when considering the waiting time, Ragna still decided to fly with a plane.

From this, one could see that he was rich and willful.

Since their luggage had been sent to their base at Fuyuki a few days earlier by a group of homunculus maids created by Morgan, they both traveled light today.

"Caster, how did you like the flight?"

As soon as they got off the plane, Ragna asked Morgan, who was following behind him.

Ragna was wearing an army green M-51 parka today, making him look more mature than usual.

Morgan, on the other hand, was dressed in a classic combination—a duffle coat over a knit sweater, paired with tight jeans and high boots. Even so, the open front of the coat revealed her perfect curves that the sweater couldn't hide.

Blending in with the other passengers, they didn't stand out much except for their stunning looks.

"Not much to say about it, more boring than I expected." Morgan casually replied, her blue eyes were as calm and clear as a night lake.

"Really? I thought you'd be more excited." Ragna remembered her expression the first time she visited a mall. "I'll take you out in a helicopter next time."

"Sure." Morgan responded calmly, looking up at the back of a short boy in front of her.

In her mind floated the status and skills that Ragna possessed after he had illegally changed himself into a Servant.

...

[Riding - EX]

Could freely control all kinds of beasts, vehicles, phantasmal species, and even dragons, which typically fall outside the usual scope of EX-rank. Even other high-ranking entities that other possessors of EX-rank Riding couldn't handle were within the range of his command.

As the Beast of Revelation, known to be the most ferocious, evil, wild, and powerful mount in history, there was simply no one who surpassed him in riding skills.

...

Apart from being granted the strongest riding skills by human standards, each of his other skills was even more exceptional.

Realizing this, Morgan slightly squinted her beautiful eyes and sighed softly.

What kind of monster had summoned her?

Every time she examined Ragna's status, she felt a subtle unease.

Was she, as a Servant, truly of any value to him?

What kind of thoughts did her Master have while flattering and praising her every day?

Was he actually secretly mocking her in his heart?

Morgan le Fay?

Laughable, she was merely a defeated princess who lost to her sister and secluded herself in the depths of the royal palace.

"Let's go, Caster. I'm hungry. Let's find something to eat."

With his hands clasped behind his head, Ragna issued orders as he walked towards the airport taxi area.

"Since we're here in Fuyuki, let's go to Shinto and have some barbecue before the Holy Grail War starts."

"Master, your thinking is really too whimsical..."

Morgan shook her head, casting away the gloomy thoughts, and quickly caught up with his pace.

'No, this won't do.'

'This boy is too reckless; who knows what would happen if I weren't by his side.'

'Yes, I must guide him properly.'

Finding a new goal, Morgan's face brightened like never before.

"Once we enter Fuyuki, battles could break out at any time. You can't eat too much, Master." Morgan reminded.

"Seriously, as soon as we leave Tokyo, you start acting like my mom. I can spend my own money however I want!" Ragna pouted disapprovingly.

"Nope, that won't do. I've accepted Miss Manaka's request to take full responsibility for your health, Master." Morgan said coldly, crossing her arms that pushed up her ample breasts. "Your indulgent lifestyle of overeating must be corrected during this Holy Grail War."

"Hahh, whatever..." Ragna shook his head.

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Fuyuki was composed of two large areas, divided by a river called the Mion River.

One side was an old town known as Miyama, which had been the main stage for several Holy Grail Wars, while on the other side was a rapidly developing town known as Shinto.

At this moment, in a BBQ restaurant in Shinto, two striking foreign women were dining.

One of them was a young woman who appeared to be about twenty years old.

Her exquisite beauty was otherworldly, with lustrous silver hair, fair skin, and red eyes that were as beautiful as rubies—a born noblewoman was the best way to describe her.

Although she wore a pure white fur coat with a very simple color scheme and no luxurious accessories, her presence alone was more dazzling than any gem.

Standing beside her was an even more impressive figure.

It was a woman with silky golden hair neatly tied back with beautiful emerald eyes that were like jewels set in her flawless face. 

Despite her goddess-like appearance, she was perfectly dressed in masculine attire.

She wore a dark blue dress shirt and necktie with a French continental dark suit, finished off with a red trench coat draped over her shoulders.

Although it was a low-key masculine attire, her figure was anything but low-key.

Undoubtedly, her feminine curves extended from her bulging chest, along her waist, to her full hips, winding and turning, leaving much to the imagination.

"I've thought so for a long time."

Irisviel spoke as she half-dragged Artoria's arm, walking towards their seats.

"Lancer, you have a big appetite, right? Is this what they call the king's appetite?"

Irisviel glanced at the tray Artoria was holding, which had a pile of fragrant, succulent roast meat. Although it was meant for two, Irisviel actually had a very small appetite, so it was basically all for Artoria.

"Really? I think this portion is just right. I'm your knight, so if I don't eat enough, I won't be able to ensure your safety."

Upon hearing her reasoning, Irisviel squinted her eyes and laughed.

"Fufu, that's true, Lancer, you're truly reliable. If it's not enough, you can have some more later."

Even though it was just a polite remark, Artoria seemed to take it seriously.

"More, you say? Understood, Iri." Artoria nodded earnestly, her expression solemn. "Thanks for the kind offer, I'll do just that."

"Fufufu..."

As she giggled, Irisviel let go of Artoria's arm and clasped her hands behind her back. She smiled warmly as she glanced at the knight beside her, unconsciously walking backward.

Unfortunately, during her backward walk, Irisviel accidentally collided head-on with a passerby.

Thud

Expecting to fall hard to the ground, Irisviel found something cushioning her fall.

"Who are you?! Not even my mom has sat on me, you know!"

Pinned down by Irisviel's ample bottom on the ground, a handsome black-haired boy cried out in surprise.