65 The Saintess Meets The Witch Queen

(2 out of 2 chapters this week)

"Hmm?"

"Who am I? I am here to get you." Melusine said that with a monotonous voice.

Jeanne frowned even more when she heard that! What is this with everyone wanting her!? Either dead or captured? It's not like she would join a camp! If she is that easily swayed then the grail wouldn't have chosen her as mediator and judge!

"Not happening. I was told to kill her." Achilles lunged at the white-haired girl.

The Lancer of Red casually brushed the spear aside as her left hand rushed into the Rider's gut.

The green-haired Servant grinned as he was VERY confident in his armour which was forged by Hephaestus himself!

While the armour did its job, protecting him from attack, the power behind her strike was off the charts.

The Servant sailed back once again.

'How can she punch so hard!?'

There was no time for him to think as the girl proceeded to rush towards him. While Jeanne at the back looked at the pair fighting.

This was not good for the red faction in her eyes. Two Servants of this faction are infighting from the very beginning of the Great War!

*Clang*

*Clang*

*Clang*

The sound of high heels got the Saintess' attention as she turned to the side and looked at the new arrival.

At first, she only looked from the corner of her vision, she realised that it was a…Servant?

So she turned her head fully and looked at this Servant.

Her eyes widened, and then her complexion paled before… dread started to settle in.

"...Who…or WHAT are you!?" Jeanne fully transformed and summoned her flag, fear washed her whole being. Her 'True Name Discernment' is going haywire when she tries to see through this being!

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[???]

True Name: Morgan Ashwell

Strength: EX

Endurance: EX

Agility: EX

Mana: ???

Luck: EX

Noble Phantasm: EX

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Class Skills

Magic Resistance: EX

Item Construction: EX

Territory Creation: EX

Fairy Eyes: A

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Personal Skills

Charisma of The Reborn Queen: A

Protection of The Lake: B

From The Ends of the World: A

Gaia's Champion: EX

Alaya's Champion: EX

What is My Husband's is Mine Too!: EX

Primeval Runes: B

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Noble Phantasm

Beyond Camelot: Towards Bright Future: EX

Rhongomyniad: EX

Excalibur Morgan: EX

Avalon: EX

Holy Grail (Ether):???

Excalibur: EX

Gates of Camelot: EX

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"So, you are the Saintess, the 'Saviour of France', the 'Maiden of Orleans'." The woman's voice was that of a peculiar being who is observing a lower life form.

'I am feeling goosebumps going through my very being. What are you!?' Jeanne thought while taking a step back, her gaze for a second went towards the pair of Red faction Servants fighting against each other.

Well, it's hard to call it a fight as Achilles is having a hard time fighting a smaller and much more nibble enemy who is at the same time punching as hard as a Berserker!

It was a fight where two enemies can't damage each other! Achilles was feeling like someone was trying to shake him out of his body. Because the punches don't hurt or damage him BUT what he is feeling is the force behind the attack. Normally it would mean nothing.

Yet, if it hits you constantly with enormous force he will start feeling it! This is exactly what this little girl is doing to him!

"...What do you want from me?" Jeanne asked with an extremely cautious voice. She was thinking of bailing out of this place! After seeing that this pale blonde was the only enemy.

"I want you. My Husband said that you are the only 'valuable' thing from this whole timeline. He rarely uses the word 'valuable' as a being who exists outside time itself; such a word has a different meaning to it.

This is why you will come with me. He will be pleased that I have brought such a gift to him." Morgan said that with a 'smile'.

"...I am sorry but I have my duties in this war. I have no time for this."

"Fufufufu…" The witch started to giggle, her laugh was cold, almost emotionless, the pale blond woman was feeling a peculiar mirth from this!

"It appears you misunderstand something."

*Gulp*

Jeanne felt a chill wash over her as she felt mana rising from this woman, it was so thick that it started to warp space, and a thick blue layer started to surround the Fairy Queen.

The fight between Achilles and Melusine stopped as they looked at this.

"...Holy…Gods… what are you!?" The Trojan Hero was bewildered by what he saw. How can someone in this era wield this much mana!?

"I wasn't asking, it wasn't a request, it was a statement," Morgan said while pointing her finger at the Saint.

At that moment Jeanne's instincts flared as she jumped into the air.

Tree roots blasted from the ground creating a massive lump of wood. It rushed towards the Saintess who pulled out her sword.

'This isn't good. She is very dangerous. With the amount of Mana she has I won't last for long!'

Jeanne's eyes went to Achilles who was looking at the fight with an interested look.

'I might need to use my command seals…'

"You think you are allowed to ponder on your next move?" Morgan whispered into Ruler's ear which made the blonde panic!

Before she can act, the Savior of France is slammed into a wall created by a tree root from another Morgan who just appeared from…somewhere!

Chains erupted from icy blue portals and coiled around the limbs of blonde Ruler, pinning her down.

"Ugh…what is this!? You sealed my mana!?" Jeanne was horrified as she realised what this meant! She can't use…anything!

"I told you… it was a statement. Which part of this don't you understand?" The Fairy Queen explained with a soft voice. Even if it was soft and carrying no malice her action says otherwise.

"...No! Let me go! I am the mediator of this war! You can't just incapacitate me!" The blonde Saintess tried to struggle. Her desire to escape was at an all-time high. Especially when she saw that no one was following the proper rules of this conflict!

"You misunderstand. I do not care about what you need to do. Husband and my desires and needs are above whatever you need to do. That much should be obvious." As Morgan explained the situation, the chains properly coiled around Jeanne, highlighting her impressive assets and hips. She was fully captured now.

In the most embarrassing way possible…

"...L-Let go off me!" The Saintess realised what was happening and it was mortifying!

"You are coming with me, and you shall behave. You don't want me to be angry with you. Incredibly bad things happen to people when I am mad." Morgan softly whispered to the blonde who paled from fright. She might be a Servant but in the end, she is still just a 19-year-old girl.

She heard stories about witches and what they can do, and now she was in front of a Witch…THE witch.

'So…so…she is Morgan? From Arthurian myths? But…' Jeanne realised that but at the same time she was confused… since this was not 'Morgan le Fay' as… she has a different surname.

But the first name IS the same.

"...What are you?" Eventually, Jeanne decided to behave but that is to find out more about what is going on. The situation was not perfect for her but she needs to use whatever means she has to learn and when she can…escape!

"I am a married fairy who is dutiful to her husband…that is all you need to know." Morgan with a queenly voice said that while placing her right hand on her heart.

"...I see…" Jeanne wasn't buying it after all the things she just experienced!

"Melusine, we are going. I have what I wanted." The Witch sharply ordered her Servant. She noticed that Achilles was long gone.

"Yes, my Queen."

"What happened to that human Servant?"

"Hmm? He turned into a ghost form and disappeared after you started doing things with those chains." The white-haired girl explained with a professional soldier's voice.

"I see. Well, it doesn't matter. I don't care about him. Let's go."

"Yes!"

With a burst of ice blue the duo (and a chained Saintess) left the area leaving behind angry tree roots that point sharp edges to the sky with a couple of craters behind.

A couple of minutes later, a fat man with blonde hair and a tall male Servant with white hair walked over to inspect the place

The fat man was sweating buckets which he was constantly cleaning from his forehead with expensive-looking tissues.

"...That woman… What is she? How can someone like that exist? She was not even a Servant of this war!? Is she the one who took the town from us?"

The fat man was mumbling to himself. He knew the situation was dire for their Black faction… the moment this whole war started they lost their town!

Like how embarrassing is that!? They own that place BUT the town was taken from them by some sort of mist!? The moment they enter the town they forget about it and return to their castle!

The issue is that they don't have a 'True' Caster which could solve this issue.

"...Master…"

"What?" The Fat Man snapped at his Servant.

"That woman is closely related to Britain. A witch from Britain."

"!!!"

"A-A-A-Absurd! How could she be HER!?"

But his Servant didn't budge on that which made the fat man get even more terrified! He started to look around! Even in his shadow.

He was utterly terrified of this prospect!

"L-Let return to the castle! There is no need for us to be here anymore!"

The Servant nodded and looked around for a bit.

'Morgan le Fay…no…she is something else… but just like her… whatever she is…she is the greatest threat to this war.'

The Hero from Nibelungenlied stories looked around for a second as he pondered for a bit before turning into particles entering into his ghost form, silently following his terrified Master.

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Ren was sitting in his seat with closed eyes, his right hand was holding his head. He looked like he was lazing around but in truth, he was manipulating the timeline.

One of the things he did was to make sure Shirou wasn't able to see through Mordred. The priest failed his luck check and wasn't able to see the real parameters.

The more the priest is confused the better it is for Ren and the chaos he is to bring to this war.

"Master. Your wife has returned."

Atalante's voice brought him back. He opened his eyes and looked at the lion girl who was standing in front of him.

After fine-tuning her Saint Graph her clothes have changed and now she was dressed in the final Ascension form from the FGO game, the closest she could be to her myth and not her real-life counterpart.

This was to strengthen her being so that she could hold a Divine Construct for a weapon.

"Hmm? What of it?" He asked curiously, why she was telling him the obvious.

"She asked me to tell you that she has something for you," Atalante said with a thin blush on her cheeks. Why was she blushing? That was what the Magician was thinking.

"Oh?"

"Yes. She has brought something for you."

"Interesting, let's go and see it then."

He got up from his seat and proceeded to go outside, his Archer was following right after him.

When he got outside, he saw a blonde girl chained to a tree, in quite an embarrassing position as well!

"...Morgan?"

"Husband~ look what I found outside the town. I thought you would like it! The Saintess! In the flesh!" The Witch with a bright smile pointed at the blushing blonde who had a red ball stuffed in her mouth, there was a belt around her mouth as well, it was to keep the ball inside.

This was…a BDSM play… done with magecraft!

"I can see that. But why was she chained like this?"

"Hmm? That's because she doesn't listen to orders."

"Oh…I see… makes sense. I suppose." Ren nodded, it made sense. If she doesn't listen then make her listen.

"She does, however , inhabit a human. We need to remove the Saint Graph from it and add it to a proper body."

"Yeah."

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