Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

Even a Goetia would be sweating bullets with this configuration.

And then there's the Grand Saber who's already been "sourced"—the Britannian Witch.

Even if Goetia uses all his cards, his chances of winning are slim.

"I still hold onto a sliver of hope for a comeback, and I certainly won't use all my strength carelessly, especially since you won't kill me."

Now, all Goetia could say was that if things got out of hand, his great cause would most likely fall apart halfway through.

"That's very true, but you need to understand one thing: once human reason is burned away, we won't let you launch it at will."

After saying that, Kukulkan left the shattered Temple of Time.

Watching her departing figure, Goetia racked her brains but still couldn't figure out why her strength was... even greater than the prophesied Ort.

Even if you fight with all your might, it's hard to win.

"What exactly happened to these Lostbelts?"

After thinking for a while, Goetia stopped caring and turned her attention to Dr. Roman.

With his special training, even if there is no earth-shattering change in combat skills, at least they won't be in such a sorry state.

Just like this time.

It's barely a 28/10 split.

Once completed, Goetia will no longer be so timid!

……

After calming everyone down, Yinglin finally had time to use the "simulator".

At the same time, he also saw the scene of Kukulkan beating the prisoner in the Temple of Time, and he wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead in astonishment.

"How did Kuku become so outrageous? He's even more powerful than I remember. How did he do that?"

Yinglin couldn't understand why these cold aliens, who were essentially devoid of emotion, had suddenly become so powerful.

Perhaps like CEO E.

Have you developed feelings?

ummm

This is not just wild speculation. Before he met Chaldea, Kukulkan did have emotions, but they were definitely not as rich as he had imagined.

"It seems so."

Before leaving, Yinglin quickly prepared a meal to entertain Kukulkan.

Regardless of whether they were itching for a fight, they went to settle scores with Goetia because they wanted to stand up for you, so giving them a meal isn't unreasonable.

Yinglin called out to Kukulkan, then pulled the blanket over himself. His body, illuminated by the emerald light, gradually blurred into a ball of light particles, disappearing into the eyes of the green-haired girl standing by the window.

"Really, I've come all this way, and I'm leaving like this."

Kukulkan yawned silently, picked up a corn cob, and slowly began to eat it.

"We'll talk about it when you come back."

Anyway, Yinglin's disappearance is only temporary; he will be back soon.

……

[Entering simulation]

[The medieval Kingdom of Britain, beset by internal and external troubles]

Fortunately, this wasn't in another era, otherwise Yinglin wouldn't even have had a chance to find a place to cry.

Of course, it's not to say that Morgan's problems were particularly difficult.

If she tries a little harder, she will lie quietly in bed and fall asleep. When she wakes up, she can read some books and won't target Artoria.

Let's see how this starts!

You transformed into a tree, silently landing in the dense forest. The surrounding wild beasts scattered at that moment, seemingly in fear of you.

Having become a baby again, Yinglin quickly accepted his current situation.

Then, he opened his mouth in surprise.

How am I supposed to survive?!

There wasn't a single person there, what was he supposed to do?

You can't just leave your computer running indefinitely.

Thanks to its strong vitality, Yinglin is not afraid of hunger.

But being in the middle of nowhere was incredibly boring.

[Utterly speechless, you choose to sleep. Anyway, the animals around you don't dare to approach you. You can go out when you can move again.]

An hour passed, and the quiet night began to grow cold. You suddenly missed the wonderful time before you traveled through time—how warm and happy it was.

"Meteor, an alien, how interesting..."

A familiar voice rang out around him; it was a voice Ying Lin could never forget. He opened his eyes in surprise and peered out.

It turns out, he wasn't the Morgan I thought he was...

Instead, she was a witch dressed in a cold and sinister manner, wrapped in a black robe, and exuding intense resentment.

Those beautiful, deep blue eyes were filled with malice; her gaze towards Ying Lin held no tenderness, only manipulation, as she spoke to herself.

"If it were you, my child, you would be even stronger, and Britain would return to my hands, not be given to her!"

Hey!

It turns out to be Morgan who has gone mad!

To use Agguwen's words...

Yinglin, I have a bad feeling about this.

After finding out who it was, Yinglin sensed something was wrong.

What did she just say?

my child.

Who are you referring to?

In the cold, dark night, the wicked witch opened her arms to the man for the first time, picking up the alien life form lying on the ground, radiating vibrant life.

"I hope your growth will not disappoint my expectations for you."

Ordinary alien life forms, like ordinary people lost in the crowd, have no qualities that Morgan would be interested in.

But this boy was different. He possessed power that many weapons couldn't see through, and he was born to terrify wild beasts. His body could smash a deep crater in the ground, which symbolized his immense strength.

As long as he is raised to adulthood.

I can then give birth to many high-quality children, indirectly realizing my dream of unifying Britain.

This is the "clever" and effective plan that Morgan devised by using all his wisdom!

The premise is that Morgan's extremely worrying parenting methods were ignored.

Being taken away by Morgan was not in Yinglin's mind, but he felt it was acceptable.

Morgan is too easy to win over. As long as you don't step on her landmines and praise her as the only sun in Britain, you can stay safe and sound.

perhaps?

In any case, Yinglin believed that Morgan was more stable than staying with Meryl, whose life was full of uncertainties.

You don't know what Morgan wanted to do, to lie in that vast human heart and enjoy the only warmth in the cold night.

To your surprise, Morgan seemed to have done his homework, knowing exactly what his child needed, and effortlessly extracted the nutrients his child required from a fantasy cow.

[After sterilization, sugar and tea are added, and you're forced to drink it.]

[You, who were initially indifferent, calmly drank it, and then your eyes widened in surprise.]

That's way too sweet!

Yinglin was on the verge of tears, and could only drink the milk tea filled with the witch's love.

It's obvious that Morgan considered this to be the best thing he could make for him.

If you don't pay attention to hygiene and don't even remove the fishy smell or disinfect the product, how can you expect to enjoy overly sweet milk tea?

Chapter 93 Morgan: You're much smarter than Artoria was as a child.

It can only be attributed to the fact that Morgan truly didn't understand.

It feels like someone who's only done half of their homework and then suddenly has to put it into practice.

Yinglin's conjecture was confirmed, and Morgan actually produced a parenting manual that he had prepared in advance.

"Although the methods of nurturing lead to different outcomes, there are many similarities."

What does "different" mean?

Unfortunately, he is still too young to find the answer; he can only take it one step at a time.

The moment you arrived, Morgan, the lord of the island, spotted you.

She has decided to train you to be a true hero... and even a husband.

Morgan takes you to Orkney Castle, where there are no servants, only a princess engrossed in researching how to reclaim the Kingdom of Britain.

[You, placed in the cradle, witnessed Morgan's madness]

She's like a down-on-his-luck singer who's finally found an audience and is starting to show off her beautiful voice.

As for the viciousness of the content, you completely ignored it; it was nothing more than cursing Merry, Artoria, Vortigern the White Dragon, and King Uther.

Sometimes you wonder, if Morgan were to meet King Uther again, would he call him "biological father"?

It's fair to say your life hasn't been easy. But you've also silently remembered Morgan's hysterical outburst.

At this moment, you can't help but miss Ash, the savior of the Fairy Lostbelt.

That integrity was something Morgan lacked; he could only pray that he could awaken the former compassion in this princess, who was once known for her gentleness.

[Your body wasn't fully developed yet, and you weren't awake for long. You only remember running off to develop magic after Morgan shouted, and then falling asleep.]

The next day, Morgan followed the manual and took meticulous care of you, holding you in his arms and slowly feeding you small pieces of the overly sweet cake.

"Eat up, eat to your heart's content. When you grow up, I won't have to live like I do now, with my tail between my legs and my head, and even my status as the island's lord will be meaningless."

Unable to travel to Camelot, a place brimming with magic, means that this traditional magician has lost most of her power.

Faced with the white dragon of the Saxons who had taken over Camelot and whom she loathed, Morgan had no choice but to curse.

She even had to wait for her most hated younger sister to grow up so that they could join forces to defeat the White Dragon and reclaim the throne of Britain.

She alone could not defeat Vortigern, who was immune to a large number of magical attacks.

At this moment, Yinglin could only endure it, shutting down part of her sense of taste so that she could barely show an expression of liking.

After all, Morgan just had a problem with his taste; he had a particular fondness for sweets.

The taste is still fine.

Morgan looked at the exquisitely beautiful boy in her arms, and the smile that occasionally appeared on her face was infectious, even though she was now the most wicked woman in all of Britain.

"So cute..."

Her stunningly beautiful face, more mature than that of the ash tree, had shed its previous gloom and blossomed into a kind smile that concealed the eerie blue lip gloss, transforming her into a gentle queen overnight.

She looks very beautiful as long as Morgan doesn't swear.

Whenever Yinglin is able to speak, he has to say a few words, no matter how high or low he is.

"Smarl, Smarl".

After admiring the boy's adorable smile, Morgan's emotions gradually calmed down, as if he had returned to his previous state, but with a slight difference.

But one thing is clear: starting today, Morgan is no longer as erratic as before.