Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

The Winter Saint said, "Since you want to change history, then let me show you that you have no other choice but to pull out the Sword in the Stone and become the King of Britain."

As soon as she finished speaking, young Artoria looked at the Sword in the Stone for a while, then turned and left without choosing to pull it out.

Artoria looked at her own departing figure and said hesitantly, "Is this... the end?"

The Winter Saint said gently, "No, not yet. This wish is still in the process of being realized. It hasn't been completely confirmed yet. What you see now is just the first possibility."

Altria: "Huh?"

Before she could ask more questions, while Merlin was sighing, Artoria saw Morgan coming to the Sword in the Stone, reaching out to pull the sword but failing to do so.

She was not the chosen king.

However, although Morgan turned around and left, she did not give up. The throne is not something that can be obtained without the sword.

Artoria was not surprised that her sister couldn't pull out the sword from the stone. "So if I hadn't become the King of Britain, would my sister have done it herself?"

The Winter Saint smiled gently. "Of course. Please see the possibility that you will not become king, and Morgan will choose to take on this responsibility."

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Mo Li told Morgan what happened in the Fifth Holy Grail War, and Morgan was quite dumbfounded at this time.

Morgan sat on the bed, face propped up by her hands, and whispered softly, "Altria eventually became the king of Britain, but Britain was destroyed by her. Then she went a thousand years later to fight the Holy Grail War, won it, and then made a wish for someone else to be king? It's really funny."

Father, oh father, your choice was wrong after all!

If I were chosen as the king, I would definitely be better than the king's sister!

Thinking of this, Morgan looked up at Qiqi who was sitting at the table: "What about me? Since you came from a thousand years later, do you know anything about me?"

Mo Li looked at her with a playful expression: "Of course I know, but do you really want to know?"

Seeing Qiqi Li's expression, Morgan had a bad feeling in his heart: "You...how will I be recorded in the future? How will history write about me in the future?"

"If you don't blame me for insulting your reputation, I can tell you now."

"...I don't blame you." Morgan said this, but the uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger.

"Okay, since you said it, I'll tell you then." Seeing Morgan's firm attitude, Mo Li directly told her everything about Morgan's deeds in pan-human history.

The more Morgan listened, the uglier his expression became.

In later history, she was described as a promiscuous slut, a witch who brought disaster to the country, and she even had many children from different fathers?!

And he was supposed to be the King of Britain. How could he possibly harm Britain? What had happened to cause his future self to reach that point?

Morgan tried his best to maintain his sanity, and said tremblingly, "It seems that many things must have happened in those unrecorded histories..."

If the person in front of me did not lie to me, this is all the historical records of later generations, and it is impossible to learn more information from it now.

Morgan's eyes turned somewhat deep when he looked at Mo Li, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Mo Li looked at him nonchalantly, neither of them saying anything. For a moment, the two of them looked a little stupid when looking at each other.

After a while, Morgan suddenly blushed and looked away: "Although I don't know whether it is true or not, thank you for telling me this news."

Mo Li said, "Firstly, I can only stay by your side, and secondly, I also want to see if history can be changed."

Morgan mused, "I suppose history hasn't changed, or at least hasn't appeared to have changed."

Mo Li smiled and said, "Why are you so sure?"

Morgan pointed at Qiqihari and said, "Because you are here, you are still by my side. You came to this era because of my sister and are bound to me. If history changed, my sister would have no reason to participate in the Holy Grail War, and you would be even less likely to return to this era."

Of course, the premise is that this person did not lie to me, but what he said was so realistic and detailed that it did not sound like it was made up, so it should be true.

Morgan thought for a moment and decided to ask for help. "I'm innocent and have never even been in a relationship. The future history you described is a bit too terrifying, and I don't want to accept that situation. So, is there any way you can help me?"

Mo Li said, "Help you? How do you want me to help you?"

Morgan said, "I lack sufficient strength and the men to serve me."

Mo Li smiled and pointed at herself: "This is simple. Although it shouldn't change in the future, you can still create those Knights of the Round Table."

"You!" Morgan was a little angry at what Qiqi said. After all, she was still a child, and the slut in the future would definitely not be her. But before she could lose her temper, she immediately reacted: "Wait, you are talking about... production?"

Mo Li said, "That's right. If you didn't want to change history after creating the Knights of the Round Table, you could just spread those rumors yourself. Anyway, the history surrounding you is already vague, and even the records are similar to myths and legends, making it look more like a novel. So there's no need to be so rigorous. You could just make up a rumor about who the father of a certain knight is."

Morgan's eyes lit up when she heard this, but she was still a little hesitant about slandering her reputation in exchange for powerful combat power. It didn't matter what others thought, but she still cared about her family's opinion.

Mo Li paused for a moment, then said meaningfully, "Besides, who says that the fathers of the Knights of the Round Table recorded in history can't be puppets you created yourself for the show? To put it bluntly, you're just giving those puppets corresponding historical identities."

"Oh!" Morgan exclaimed, and said happily: "Thank you! This suggestion is indeed really possible!"

However, she soon fell into distress. Morgan hesitated and said, "But...how should I create those Knights of the Round Table? I don't have the materials to create powerful beings."

Mo Li thought of the meme he had seen before about the prince's sister sleeping with the prince's sister, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Isn't this simple? You go and ask Altria for her blood, and then use your blood and hers to create the Knights of the Round Table."

"You're a genius!" Morgan said in surprise, "This is indeed possible, and it's easy to do!"

Morgan thought for a moment, then suddenly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked out: "I have to act now, otherwise if the people my father invites interfere with me in a few days, I may not have this opportunity anymore!"