I'm really not an old sword

He had memories of the old sword, but those memories were limited to battle, and he had no idea what was going on between him and Morgan.

Seeing the other party's reaction, I feel something is not right.

To be honest, if calling Morgan sister could save Yinglin Qingsu, there would be no pressure, but he didn't know if Morgan would expose his fake identity on the spot if he called her sister.

Being exposed is nothing, but for the time being he can't find anyone who can completely deal with Matou Zouken.

He could kill the opponent without using his hands, but the problem was where to find the opponent's real body. He couldn't just go all over Fuyuki looking for bugs one by one. If he didn't find Zouken Matou to solve the problem of Matou Sakura, it would take another day.

Just as Lin Qingsu was trying hard to find the memory of the old sword to find something about Morgan.

A soft laugh came from under the woman's black veil.

"What? Don't you believe me?"

No, I'm just trying to figure out how to respond without being caught as a fake.

"I can help you deal with it first, and then you can decide whether to call or not, how about that?"

Are you really Morgan?

Lin Qingsu felt that her brain circuit was not enough.

Is it that the Morgan of the old sword is different from the Morgan of Altria, or is it that Morgan suddenly found his conscience after more than a thousand years, or is there something wrong with the old sword in this world?

However, since the other party had said this, Lin Qingsu didn't think about it any further: "Okay."

......

"Ying, remember to come with me to the bug warehouse after dinner."

"Yes, Grandpa."

The girl with lifeless eyes paused for half a second, then continued to eat in small bites.

The image of the insect warehouse appeared in my mind.

There are so many bugs, disgusting bugs, swarming all over my body, making non-stop noise in my ears, it hurts so much, I feel so nauseous, and uncomfortable.

But I'm used to it.

Although it still hurts, so much that I want to die, it feels sticky, disgusting, uncomfortable, scary, and I want to cry, but there is no point in running away. My mother, sister, or father who sent me here, no matter how many times I call out, no one comes to save me.

I have been abandoned.

"From today on, you have nothing to do with them anymore."

This is what grandpa said on the first day, and it’s true.

No one will come to take me away.

After dinner, Sakura Matou followed the skinny old man to the door of the basement, dragging her long shadow along the long and dark candlelit corridor of the Matou family's house.

Just standing outside the closed door, you can hear the sounds inside.

It was as if thousands of insects were crawling and wriggling.

Sakura Matou, who had been there many times and stayed there for a long time, had just had the scene inside emerge in her mind. The door was pushed open, and she saw her grandfather walking in. She paused for a moment, then followed him.

No one cares about themselves.

"Go down, Sakura."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Matou Sakura responded silently with her head down, then walked towards the stairs.

As she stepped down the stairs, a bug suddenly crawled up and hit the girl's shoes.

The girl fell back and sat on the ground.

Looking at the insect crawling away, Sakura Matou suddenly realized something.

I'm still scared.

I don’t want to go. I’m scared, so scared. I want to go home. I want to cry.

But this is my home, there is nowhere else to go.

"Ying?" The old man's slightly dissatisfied voice came from behind: "What's going on? Add another half hour today."

Yes, fear and crying are just ways to deepen the pain, and I have long given up on them.

"Yes."

Sakura Matou got up and started walking.

No one will save himself.

Accept all of this. This is my home. I don’t have any relatives except my grandfather, and there is no way I can’t accept all of this.

but.

Looking at the 'ocean' that was just one step away, many long-buried questions came to mind again.

Why didn't anyone come to save me?

What did I do wrong? Why did my sister and mother abandon me? Why did I have to endure all this? Why...

'despair. ’

A gust of wind blew through the closed basement along with the sound of footsteps.

The girl's short purple hair fluttered slightly.

Her cherry purple eyes stared blankly at the empty basement before her.

The sea of insects disappeared.

Chapter 9 Returning Home (40/)

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing into my Matou household?"

Grandpa's voice, suppressed with anger, sounded behind him.

So this is true.

Looking at the suddenly empty basement below, Sakura Matou suddenly felt an indescribable emotion.

Are you saved?

But will anyone really come to save someone like me?

No, who will come to save me? Maybe it’s grandpa’s prank.

"cherry."

Nice sound.

Sakura Matou was a little confused.

It was completely different from Grandpa's hoarse voice, and completely different from the disgusting chirping and surging sounds of insects.

So gentle, so nice to hear.

For some reason, Matou Sakura turned around.

That's a pair of legs.

Sakura Matou raised her head and finally saw the whole appearance of the person who came.

The golden hair was as dazzling as the sun, the gray eyes were shining, and the handsome big brother was like the sun shining into this dark basement.

Matou Sakura stared at him in a daze as he walked towards her.

Ignoring the grandfather glaring at him, he walked towards her.

He squatted down and gently held her in his arms.

Sakura Matou found herself suddenly becoming very tall. She lowered her head and looked at the distant ground. She realized that she was being picked up by this handsome and sunny big brother. She looked up at the big brother with lifeless eyes and tilted her head in confusion.

"I'm here to take you home."

"Home?" Matou Sakura murmured, shaking her head: "This is my home."

"Well, that's where you should be, with your mother and your sister."

"But I don't have a mother or a sister."

"Hmm." Lin Qingsu rubbed the girl's head lovingly: "In short, Ying can return to her previous life."

"Your previous life?"

"Are you being too arrogant?" Matou Zouken's cold voice sounded behind him.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Feeling the girl in his arms tremble, Lin Qingsu coaxed her softly, then turned around and looked at Matou Zouken with a changed tone.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you yell at me?"

"you...?!"

"Kneel down."

'Plop.'

For some reason, when he heard the man's voice, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. His knees went weak and he knelt on the ground. When he came to his senses and was about to get angry, his face suddenly changed.

"Are you a Servant?!"

This is a first-class Servant.

Can't beat it.

Just as he was about to use his secret technique to escape, Matou Zouken suddenly found that he couldn't move.

Not only that.

Matou Zouken was horrified to find that he had lost contact with all the 'bugs' scattered across the country.

I can't even feel the bugs in my body.

All his abilities disappeared, as if he had become an ordinary old man with no abilities.

"my king."

A mature and noble woman's voice, tinged with laughter, sounded from behind the old man: "What are you going to do to him?"

"Morgan."

Morgan?!

Matou Zouken, who has studied the Holy Grail system for hundreds of years, is already familiar with the information of each Heroic Spirit.

There was only one person who possessed a level of magic that left him powerless, a woman named Morgan.

Morgan Le Fay!

The legendary Lady of the Lake, inheritor of the power of the island, is a legendary magician from an age when mystery has not yet faded.

Looking at the blond hair and dark eyes in front of him, the man called the king by Morgan, Matou Zouken knew the other party's identity without thinking.

Arthur Pendragon.

At this moment, Matou Zouken was completely desperate.

In terms of magic skills, he could never compete with the famous Lady of the Lake; and based on his actions, the Knight King, who was known for his integrity and noble character, would definitely not let him go.

"He was a fine, upright magician centuries ago."

Lin Qingsu sighed as she looked at the frightened old man.

"It's all time's fault."

A hint of joy flashed in Matou Zouken's eyes.

"So? My king."

"I wonder if you've ever heard the saying 'Pain is the best medicine'?"

Morgan responded with a drawn-out, slightly puzzled 'hmm'.

"Please use the best 'medicine' to let him savor his past self for as long as possible, sister."