Chapitre 10: Chapter 9: Morgan vs. Artoria
Something is wrong.
This was Artoria's most intuitive feeling.
In her opinion, her sister Morgan, the Fairy Princess of Britain, was a genius who could rival the Flower Magician Merlin.
But that was limited to magic. Even with A-level intuition and A-level anti-magic power, Artoria did not dare to rely on these advantages over the Caster class when facing Morgan.
So when Morgan declared war, Artoria unleashed powerful magic power without hesitation, shortening the distance, which was no more than ten meters, in an attempt to defeat Morgan with one strike.
But... not only was Artoria's invisible sword blocked by Morgan, but Morgan also swung the magic spear in her hand, blocking Artoria's fierce slash and regaining the distance.
Artoria gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, lowered her body's center of gravity, and looked at her sister intently.
She didn't remember her sister being so skilled in hand-to-hand combat and being able to use a weapon that was both a wand and a magic spear so skillfully.
Historically, her sister gradually withdrew from the stage of history after the destruction of Britain. As for when she died and was recorded in the Throne of Heroes, Artoria did not know.
Did she learn the art of spearmanship after that?
Or maybe... Morgan's class is not Caster but Lancer?
Thinking of this, Artoria glanced at Irisviel on the beach behind her. She was not Artoria's Master, but only served as the nominal acting Master instead of the original Master who was unwilling to communicate with his Servant.
Without the Holy Grail giving the Master the right to check the Servant's rank, there is no way to know the other party's rank.
"Saber, be careful. I can only help you with healing magic. Other than that..."
Irisviel warned Artoria quietly, ignoring the fact that she was still standing barefoot in the cold seawater.
"A quick victory is impossible, and I don't know my sister's true strength." Artoria calmly analyzed the current situation. "You be careful of her magic."
If Morgan used hand-to-hand combat to contain Artoria while releasing magic to attack her, Artoria would not have time to defend herself.
Morgan, who was already a talented magician, now had the ability to hold her own in hand-to-hand combat. Artoria was certain that Morgan, who had been born as a Servant, would be even more difficult to deal with than in her past life.
"You're not going to attack anymore? Then let me do it." Morgan held the magic spear in one hand and hid the spear behind her.
Coming soon!
Artoria's instinct made her instantly ready to attack.
Irisviel, who witnessed all this, was so shocked that she almost forgot to breathe.
She had originally thought that this would be an overwhelming victory for the swordsman over the magician, a clean one-on-one victory after close combat.
However, the enormous amount of magic power that erupted in the battle was beyond her imagination, and the intensity of the battle was also beyond her imagination.
The collision of a spear and a sword alone could not have set off such a destructive torrent.
Every step they took made the coast deeply indented.
The wind pressure from every missed swing of the weapon was enough to cut off the tree trunks on the coast.
A strong wind howled past the seashore, and the sea surface, which reflected the moon like a mirror at night, gradually began to stir up waves.
As if not satisfied with the fact that the completely destroyed and impassable coastline would hinder the battle, Artoria and Morgan moved the battlefield to the sea.
With the protection of the lake fairies, Artoria could walk on the water as if it were flat ground.
Morgan could do the same.
Once again, the spear and sword collided, and a huge shock wave detonated the sea surface. The seawater that was shaken into the sky fell like rain later. Irisviel on the coast was not immune, and her body was soon soaked.
On the surging sea, Artoria, who was confronting Morgan, felt more and more confused.
The feeling that something was "wrong" became stronger.
The Servant in front of her was indeed Morgan, but she did not completely match the image of Morgan that Artoria knew.
There must be some fundamental difference that makes Morgan feel so ambiguous.
Besides that, there is the magic spear.
The spear blade seemed to be of almost the same specifications as Artoria's sword.
In other words, her sister—
"Is the class really Lancer?"
"Who knows? Maybe I'm just Caster, but it's hard to say." Morgan raised her left hand. "After all, I am indeed a witch."
In Morgan's palm, magic power quickly gathered into a dark red energy body.
She's going to use magic.
Realizing this, Artoria stomped hard on the sea surface without hesitation and dodged backwards at high speed.
Just half a second later, a violent explosion occurred where Artoria was originally standing.
Launching a magical attack instantly regardless of distance.
It was the same Morgan as expected. A sense of familiarity surged in Artoria's heart again.
"If that doesn't work, then let's go from the inside."
Morgan obviously didn't expect that little magic trick to work, so she gently placed her hand on her chest and spoke in a quiet but clear voice.
The five senses of a Servant are far superior to those of ordinary people, and Artoria heard it clearly.
Green pistols appeared around Morgan, surrounding her in a circle, and then suddenly all stabbed into her body.
Irisviel on the shore turned her face away in shock, not daring to look at the scene of Morgan being pierced by those things.
However, the expected scene of Morgan being pierced did not happen. Instead, Artoria fell backwards without any warning, half-knelt on the sea, and spat out blood from her mouth.
"Inside...so that's how it is..." Artoria coughed a few times.
Irisviel immediately activated her healing magic. "Saber!"
The healing magic was very effective, and the injuries caused by the great magic began to recover quickly.
"Sure enough, magic is a troublesome thing. After taking this attack, only my internal organs were slightly injured." Morgan put the back of her left index finger against her chin and expressed her dissatisfaction calmly.
The pistol that seemed to be stabbing at herself was transferred through space before it touched Morgan's body and stabbed out of Artoria's body.
"Morgan..."
Artoria had to start considering retreating.
If she were to be hit by that kind of magic twice more, even with Irisviel, she wouldn't be able to hold out.
And, most importantly, if Morgan turned her spear around and attacked Irisviel at this moment, Artoria knew she had no way to defend against such ridiculously talented offensive magic.
But fortunately, Morgan didn't want to use the same magic trick repeatedly, which would be very boring.
Although she knew in her heart that she actually had no substantial connection with Artoria Pendragon.
But since she is also "Morgan," it is necessary to see the holy sword of King Arthur in pan-human history.
"Be honored, Artoria. I mean it."
Morgan raised her left hand high, and a white light shone with huge magical power.
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