Chapter 92: Holy Grail 

Artoria blushed as she stared at Arthur's lips, moving closer with gentle, calculated grace. Her angle and speed were precisely designed to create an ultra-standard breath-blocking effect—unnoticed by Arthur until the moment arrived, which she would then casually dismiss as an accident. All perfectly innocent.

The person who would claim Arthur's first kiss was not Manaka or Orca, but her—Artoria!

At that moment, Merry cooperated by blocking Kay's view, giving Artoria a sly wink.

"Your turn to help me now," Merry seemed to say.

Though Merry was owed a favor, she was still reluctant to assist afterward. But this time, the prize was supreme happiness!

Great—every obstacle was cleared!

"Sister, I'm sorry, but honestly? I want to spend more time with Arthur than worrying about you."

Arthur struggled to his feet, cutting off Artoria's advances.

"That's it?"

"Uh… yeah, but my sister's condition really is strange." Artoria pursed her lips and glanced at Fu Fu, who was happily licking Arthur with reluctant affection.

Woohoo—how did Fu Fu manage to get so much fun?

But the ultimate winner of this little game was Merry, who had cleverly linked Guan Xiang and Fu Fu together.

At this moment, the Dream Demon silently gazed down at Artoria and whispered: My foolish disciple, this is too much for you—let our Merry handle the important duty of licking my king!

Tsk, what a despicable woman.

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The group arrived at Morgan's private magic studio.

Merlin was actually there—a rare sight. The magic workshop was where a magician stored their most important research and secrets. It was practically a personal vault. Usually, no magician allowed anyone else in, let alone Merlin, whom Morgan disliked.

The seriousness of the situation dawned on everyone.

"Sister, what happened?"

Arthur took Merlin's place, resting his hand on Morgan's back and offering comfort.

Yet Morgan's eyes only grew more panicked. It was as if Arthur's very presence made him fearful—not of Arthur himself, but of what Arthur might discover.

"Little Arthur…"

Morgan looked up, but instead of calming, his agitation increased.

"I heard from Queen Artoria that she lost something, and is in a panic. Is it true?"

"…Yes."

"So this thing has something to do with me?"

"…Yes."

"I won't ask what it is, then. Otherwise Sister will be even more troubled." Arthur's voice softened.

Morgan's expression eased slightly at Arthur's concession.

But putting the matter aside wouldn't solve anything.

"Morgan, tell us what we agreed on earlier. This is very important to our king; he has the right to know." Merlin spoke firmly.

Apparently, they had come to some understanding before Arthur and the others arrived.

Morgan was silent for a long moment, struggling. Finally, he made up his mind. His voice trembled:

"…What I lost is the Holy Grail."

The Holy Grail?!

Everyone stared, stunned, questioning their own ears.

According to legend, the Holy Grail was the cup that held the blood of the saint at the Last Supper before the crucifixion of Jesus Christ—a holy relic of immense power.

Legends say the Holy Grail grants eternal life, resurrection, and the fulfillment of any wish. It is the ultimate treasure that humanity has long pursued.

Of course, just a legend—right?

Yet every magician present understood the Grail's reality, and that its true power was even greater than the tales suggested.

Arthur and Merry exchanged astonished looks.

Earlier, they were debating whether gods cared about mortal faith. Now, they faced the loss of the Holy Grail itself. The meaning was terrifyingly clear.

"So, the Holy Grail was always in Sister's possession," Arthur murmured, unease growing in his chest.

"My king, you are right. Perhaps this is a sign that He will no longer protect a land that has lost its faith," Merry said bitterly.

Only Kay frowned in disbelief.

"That's nonsense. Even the Holy Grail is just an object. We should focus on finding clues—not on divine legends. Someone must have stolen the Grail. Your Highness Morgan, this is your workshop. Surely you saw the thief's face?"

But no, that was not the case.

"The Holy Grail... flew away on its own," Morgan's face was pale.

She had watched with her own eyes as the Grail lifted from her sight, and no magic could stop it.

Remember, this was Morgan le Fay's workshop—one of the most heavily guarded places in Britain. Even a god couldn't steal from here.

Yet the Holy Grail was gone.

What did this mean?

It meant the entity that took the Grail wielded power beyond any god known to man.

"The Grail flew away before me. It took my island's power as well."

"——!"

"What! Sister, you mean when the Grail was lost, your authority as lord of the island disappeared?" Artoria's eyes widened in disbelief.

Impossible. Her birthright—the blessing of the last land from the Age of Gods—had been taken. It defied logic and surpassed the bounds of magic. It was not mere magic, but something beyond even divine power.

"To be precise, it hasn't disappeared," Morgan said, clutching her chest helplessly. "The island's power is still inside me—but in fragments. Only a tiny part remains, and even that is sealed. I can feel the power's presence, but I cannot use it."

Without the island lord's full power, Morgan's strength paled compared to Merlin, Merry, Manaka, and the others.

She could no longer assist Arthur.

She had lost her value.

She would be abandoned.

Such thoughts darkened Morgan's eyes, extinguishing their light.

-End Chapter-

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