I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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"I don't feel anything special. It's still a concept that hasn't even sprouted yet. It will take a lot of nourishment to cultivate it."

After accepting the tea from Morgan, Kenneth, after sensing the strength of the concept within his body, gave a very pertinent answer: a single beast cannot nurture the consciousness of humanity, let alone the fact that Kenneth had only obtained a quarter of the concept. According to Kenneth's estimation, two, just two complete Beasts, would be enough for this consciousness to sprout. Beyond that limit, Kenneth would face attacks from humanity.

"So, that thing is your next target. I didn't expect it to have such potential. It's just a thing that you could easily crush."

Kenneth couldn't explain Morgan's disdain for Angolan Manuel. Angolan Manuel's strength was indeed not impressive, but that was based on the fact that Morgan was not human. The evil of this world is a human evil specifically targeting humans. Kenneth had personally experienced how powerful the curse of that malice was on the soul.

In terms of strength, Angra Mainyu is indeed not strong, but the concept of evil he carries is real. Human evil is specialized for the purpose of cursing. After thinking for a moment, Kenneth revealed some things to Morgan.

"It is weak because it is divided, divided into different worlds that never intersect. Qualitative change needs to be reflected in quantity. Its size is controlled to an extremely subtle degree. Perhaps one day there will be an entity that can restrain this malice and achieve true human evil, but I will not live to see that day."

As a smart man, Morgan understood Kenneth's meaning: the evil in this world had been controlled. Morgan had his own guesses about the being capable of doing this, even without Kenneth's explanation.

"If it's unfinished, will it still work? Do I need to use some methods to perfect it?"

As a strategic partner who was committed to Kenneth's path to the bitter end, Morgan was very concerned about whether the underdeveloped evil of this world could meet Kenneth's need for completion. As for Morgan's talk of "forced growth," Kenneth could roughly guess what methods Morgan would use to force growth, which was nothing more than using human malice to irrigate it.

"No need. That would be too risky. Since it can be divided, what it represents when it matures may have already touched on taboos. Legal principles can be developed as long as there is suitable soil, and the concepts it is currently used for are sufficient."

The principles represented by the evil of this world, as Kenneth said, have not yet hatched, but that is not a problem. What Kenneth needs to do is absorb it and cultivate the principles of law with mature beasts. Although it may take time, it is definitely simpler than gathering all the evil of this world in parallel worlds.

"It seems you're all prepared. You're a monster. If this is the case, I'll never have a chance to leave you again."

With an irresistible allure in her eyes, Morgan rose and gracefully sat down in front of Kenneth, removing her veil to reveal her Pendragon family's ancestral face to him.

Do you know what it means to see the true nature of a witch?

Morgan wasn't referring to the outward appearance beneath the veil, but rather to the essence that Kenneth had glimpsed. A witch is a twisted entity, a collection of extreme emotions. In her collaboration with Kenneth, Morgan gradually came to understand the man before her while being observed by him. It could be said that from their first meeting, Kenneth had controlled her through his understanding of her. To this day, Morgan could not escape Kenneth's grasp, whether in terms of strength or cunning.

"I might not know that. The witches I know are all fake in your eyes. I think you, as a real witch, should be able to answer that for me."

Morgan's allure had no effect on Kenneth, who remained unmoved. Kenneth turned his interested gaze toward Morgan, whose expression was becoming increasingly seductive.

"Witches are very insecure. We are easily dominated by our emotions. If we are seen through and have no power to resist, we will be manipulated at will. Isn't that what you've been doing all along?"

Upon hearing Morgan's explanation, Kenneth smiled. Looking at Morgan, who was also smiling broadly, Kenneth casually put down his teacup.

"You've found out. My little tricks couldn't have fooled you after all. So, how do you plan to rebel against me, my witch?"

The next second, Morgan's smile vanished abruptly, the sky was covered by a black and blue glow, and the sharp flames of the Fairy Realm instantly destroyed Ryudou Temple, which had been rebuilt less than half a year ago. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the broken tiles, and Morgan, having dispelled her magic wand, appeared before the unharmed Kenneth with a charming look in her eyes.

"As you can see, I have no power to resist you. Since that's the case, I can only be a witch toyed with by you."

Morgan raised her arms, draped in black veil, and wrapped them around Kenneth's neck. She sat on Kenneth's lap, her feet off the ground, and pressed her entire body against him. Her fingertips pressed against Kenneth's chest, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Morgan breathed softly:

"Since I can't escape or resist, I have no choice but to go down this dark path with you. How about it, will you give this weak witch a place to stay? I really need a sense of security."

The warmth seeped through his clothes to Kenneth, and the warm breath rhythmically pattered against his skin. Feeling the weight pressing down on his body, Kenneth slowly stood up from the only intact chair.

"I think I can still give you this sense of security, my witch."

As his body was lifted up, Morgan naturally wrapped his arms around Kenneth's neck. As Morgan uttered a few verses of a fairy chant, a dreamlike gate slowly emerged from the flames.

“Let’s go to my castle. There are still a few hours until that thing is removed. We can have a good talk there.”

Kenneth raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased with Morgan's claim of several hours.

"A few hours can't satisfy me now; my desires are always very strong."

With a soft chuckle, Morgan pointed his finger, and two figures identical to Morgan appeared before Kenneth, casting a provocative glance at him. Then, two more Morgans stepped lightly in front of Kenneth.

“Big talk isn’t something you can just spout off. Let us see that we’re also greedy witches.”

Three similar voices echoed in Kenneth's ears, and three pairs of arms carried him through the gates to the Fairy Realm. Morgan was a trinity; the three Morgans were all real individuals. This battle was a fight to the death.

At the airport in Fuyuki City, Lydel, wearing a green souvenir hat, dragged her luggage and rushed into the waiting area. Her rose gold twin tails swung like reins as the Coal Witch, wearing sunglasses, impatiently searched the crowd in the waiting room.

"Where is he! Where is that guy! I came all this way to see him, and he didn't even come to greet me personally! Ugh! I'm angry, I'm really angry! I'm going to make that guy pay the price for standing me up!"

After exchanging a glance, Sakura and Fujino, who hadn't seen each other for several days, silently moved away from Lydel. Noticing the stares from the surrounding crowd, Sakura, having had enough, said helplessly:

"Aunt Lydia (emphasis), the teacher has something to take care of, let's find a place to stay first!"

"Hmph! That guy must have left because he hadn't figured out how to meet me. That must be it. My charm, Lydia's, is truly irresistible! Hehehehe..."

This person is hopeless. —by: Sakura, covering her face with her hands.

How embarrassing. — Fujino, who is trying to distance herself from Lydia.

In the end, it was the shy Sakura who pulled Lydell, who was lost in her fantasies, out of the airport. If this continued, Sakura really wouldn't be able to resist turning Lydell to stone. They randomly found a hotel in the city and, busy finding out about Kenneth's situation, Sakura immediately pulled Fujino aside for a long talk that lasted all night. As for Lydell, Lydell was still dreaming.

Chapter 200 Absorption, The Evil of This World

The illusory passage opened, and after more than half a year, Kenneth stood beneath the Greater Grail, which was filled with sin. To put it more accurately, he stood beneath the Greater Grail that had been purified. Above the Greater Grail, the churning black mud was firmly imprisoned within it.

"You're such a heartless man, using me and then leaving. Shouldn't you be whispering comforting words in my ear at a time like this?"

Stepping out of the passage, Morgan, still somewhat unsteady on her feet, wrapped her arm around Kenneth's and stood before the vast, empty space. Her eyes, still slightly moist, gazed at the man beside her, while her lingering, seductive, husky voice constantly stirred Kenneth's emotions.

"Didn't you refuse the healing magic? Who said they wanted to fully experience the pain of their first time?"

"I have a lot of insecurity. I've lost something precious. Shouldn't you comfort me?"

Morgan, adopting the posture of a submissive woman and surrendering everything to him, started punching the man beside her. Kenneth hadn't expected Morgan to be a virgin otaku for so long, but considering Morgan's personality, Kenneth thought it made sense. As a twisted witch, it would indeed be a bit magical if ordinary people could catch Morgan's eye. With Morgan's methods, controlling Muggles would be too easy. Kenneth had no interest in asking Morgan about things that were already history.

"Comfort? I don't know how to do that, and what you need isn't empty words, is it?"

Meeting Kenneth's gaze, Morgan kicked him in annoyance. Although she didn't really need verbal comfort, as a woman, sometimes she still wanted to hear some nonsense.

"You really are a bad thing, always toying with other people's hearts."

"What, isn't this the feeling you like? My witch, aren't you already immersed in it, inside and out?"

Faced with Kenneth's question, Morgan's dissatisfaction vanished, and she revealed a very satisfied expression befitting her witch persona. Her hand brushed across Kenneth's neck, and Morgan, who had just finished with him, once again pressed herself against Kenneth.

"Yes, I really like this feeling of being controlled by you and unable to resist. However, I am a greedy witch, so you have to keep satisfying me. Otherwise, the emptiness of a witch is a terrible thing."

Pressing down the restless hand, and seeing Morgan once again overwhelmed by emotion, Kenneth reached out and lifted Morgan's chin.

"I might disappoint you, but my desires are even stronger than yours. The little sparring we did before won't satisfy me. Before we move on to the second half, I think we should get rid of this eyesore first."

Withdrawing her hands from her shoulders, Morgan looked at the man who exuded a twisted aura far surpassing her own. She felt as if everything about her was contained within him. Pressing her fingertips to her lips, Morgan, suppressing her inner greed, quietly stood beside Kenneth.

"Then let's begin, my demon lord. I'm already... can't wait."

The witch is a collection of emotions, and the witch is also a representative of extremism. After entrusting everything to Kenneth, Kenneth became Morgan's outlet for his abnormality. Only a greater abnormality can accommodate an abnormality. Kenneth's abnormality perfectly met Morgan's needs, and the twisted witch finally got the peace of mind she needed.

Having broken free from Morgan's octopus-like restraints, Kenneth stepped forward and stood beneath the evil of this world that was trying to escape. The aura of the Sixth Beast spread, and the incomplete evil of humanity trembled uncontrollably under the influence of Angra Mainyu's emotions.

"How pitiful. The warm bed you nurtured is not yours. You are merely a counterfeit inheriting the name of that evil god. That evil god has no chance to awaken, and your capacity cannot cultivate its true form. So, give it all to me! Give me everything you have!!"

Crimson beast claws appeared in the void. Avenger, bestowed the name Angra Mainyu by legend, was grasped in the palm of the Sixth Beast's projection. Watching the mud giant struggle before him, Kenneth crushed it at his fingertips without a flicker of emotion. Black flames burned, refining the evil god's aura bestowed by legend. Looking at the mark originating from Zoroastrianism before him, Kenneth hurled it into the beast's maw that emerged from the void.

"Is this all the sin you possess? It's truly... captivating..."

Upon seeing what Kenneth controlled, Morgan's eyes flashed with an indescribable tremor. Bathed in the aura emanating from Kenneth, every pore on her body trembled—a primal physical reaction. But unlike her trembling body, Morgan felt only peace of mind. Only such power could give her a sense of security. Fear mixed with peace of mind—a contradiction, yet perfectly fitting the twisted nature of a witch.

The next second, something unexpected happened. The crystal that Kenneth had thrown out seemed to freeze in another dimension, turning its head to look in the other direction. Kenneth casually said:

"Aren't you going to continue watching?"

"Young friend, you jest. I've only just arrived myself. This thing is very dangerous. Are you really confident you can handle the unforeseen events it might cause?"

Exposed by Kenneth, the disrespectful old man, Jewel Mage, scratched the back of his head and appeared in front of Kenneth. Looking at the Sixth Beast emanating from mid-air, Jewel Mage casually picked up the crystal refined by Kenneth.

"If you do that, then this cup will truly have the power to grant wishes. In the next Holy Grail War, some people may get involved. There are many possible timelines, and I can't keep up with them all."

Kenneth knew perfectly well who the people the Jewel Elder mentioned were; Maris Billy had made quite a few underhanded moves during their collaboration, which Kenneth simply pretended not to notice. However, with Kenneth's involvement, the establishment of Chaldea was a done deal. Whether the Holy Grail possessed the power to grant wishes was no longer important; what mattered was whether Chaldea would become an institution that distorted the world, just like in the original story.

“I know, but don’t worry, I’ve already removed the few distorted foundations, and I don’t think he’ll have the chance to participate in the next Holy Grail War. Chaldea in this world will be established under my supervision.”

Kenneth only saw Marisbury as a tool. Over the course of six months, Kenneth discovered that Marisbury's ambition to construct a spirit-transfer system to achieve time travel was merely a facade; what he truly sought was no less insane than Kenneth's own. The fact that Olga Marie was abandoned in a world where Chaldea doesn't exist, yet nurtured in a world where Chaldea exists, is quite intriguing.

Animusphia's long-cherished wish, two thousand years overdue, may refer to Olga Marie. The beings that Olga Marie can evolve into are extraordinary. Time travel is just the surface. What Marisbury wants is far more than what has been revealed. To put it bluntly, Kenneth thinks Marisbury wants to use Chaldea to go back to the past and use Alien U's abilities to rewrite human history.

"Since you understand these things, then I will not say anything more."

Having said all that, the Jewel Elder had no reason to stop Kenneth anymore. As a mage who was wholeheartedly dedicated to the development of the Mage's Association, the Jewel Elder would not stop Kenneth, who was also a mage, as long as his actions would not affect the Mage's Association.

Kenneth was well aware of this as well. Although his methods were somewhat extreme, the Mage's Association in this world, under Kenneth's intervention, had developed far more powerfully than in other worlds. It must be said that after kicking out some old fogies, the Mage's Association's vitality had greatly increased. With the tacit understanding between the two mages, the course of this world became increasingly chaotic.

"By the way, is Nero Chaos still alive? He stole some of my things."

The Jewel King paused in his steps, glancing at the Beast, who was slurping noodles in mid-air, seemingly devouring the evil of the world. After a brief hesitation, the Jewel King gave a evasive answer.

“Nero Chaos, isn’t he alive and well? He’s in Northern Europe. If you want to see him, I’ll send you there right now.”

"Gemstone Elder, you are truly a genius at feigning ignorance. You know who I'm talking about. None of those fakes have what I want."

Kenneth wasn't referring to Nero Chaos of this world, just a high-ranking Dead Apostle. He was referring to Nero Chaos of that separate timeline, the progenitor of the Dead Apostles who held the name of Chaos and stole the concept of the 666 Beast. As for why Kenneth couldn't be sure if the other party was still alive, that's due to the differences between retconning and timelines.

"If you're alive, I'll let you know when the time comes."

After much deliberation, the Gemstone disappeared into the Great Void, leaving behind a single sentence. The chewing sounds in the space ceased, and the Sixth Beast, having devoured all the evil of this world, shrank back into Kenneth's mental space. The malice dissipated, and the Greater Grail returned to its former holiness. Before Kenneth could even turn around, Morgan's arm was already wrapped around him.

"Now, it's my turn..."

Suppressed greed manifested itself, and as two more figures appeared, Kenneth's body sank once again into the gates of the Fairy Realm under Morgan's pull.

Chapter 201 Sakura's Scheme

As dawn approached, at the Hyatt Hotel, wrapped in a blanket, Sakura, with Asagami Fujino's embellishments, had already labeled Ryougi Shiki a philanderer. Similarly, Sakura, precociously mature due to her environment, didn't believe Asagami Fujino's nonsense.

Looking at Asagami Fujino, who was a full twelve years older than her, Sakura, despite her young age, had a lot of thoughts and took advantage of her age to show an innocent look.

"Fujino, how are you? I asked the teacher for advice a while ago, and the teacher kept praising you."

This was a lie. Sakura, who didn't want Kenneth to discover her thoughts, had never contacted Kenneth. But Sakura was confident that Asagami Fujino would take the bait. As Sakura expected, Asagami Fujino showed a delighted expression the next second.

"Tell me quickly, how Lord Kenneth praised me!"

"Hmm, let me think... The teacher said your cooking has improved a lot and you can also help him with his work... I really envy you, Tenno. Can you tell me in detail how you help the teacher?"

Everything was under control. Based on her understanding of Asagami Fujino, Sakura could say that every word she said hit the nail on the head. Under Sakura's guidance, Asagami Fujino revealed a lot of things in her emotional state.

Sakura on the surface.

"Mmm, is that so! Tennai, you're amazing! (reading aloud)"

Sakura's inner thoughts.

[Oh, so that philanderer actually tried to get attention through cooking! Teng Nai couldn't even compare? Looks like I need to work harder… Looks like Teng Nai didn't succeed either, thank goodness…]

On the surface, Sakura appeared completely clueless, but she had already deduced a lot from what Asagami Fujino had revealed. After confirming that no one had successfully cheated on her during this period, Sakura felt much more relaxed.

[You bunch of philanderers, just you wait! When I grow up, I'll definitely outdo you all!]

Sakura, who had already begun studying the season after next, continued to stall the incessantly chattering Tenno. Just then, the outer door of the room opened. Her ears twitched a few times, and Sakura, who recognized the footsteps, put on her coat and excitedly opened the bedroom door. The next second, upon seeing Morgan, whose behavior was slightly unusual, Sakura's well-behaved expression began to crumble.

“Mr. Kenneth, Aunt Morgan (emphasis), welcome back.”

[Damn it! She beat me to it! Did the teacher go out today just for her?! How awful!]

Despite her fluctuating emotions, Sakura, who was trained by Kenneth in facial expression management, quickly adjusted her expression, revealing the joy of reunion. Sakura obediently bowed and greeted him before walking towards the main hall.

"Hehehe, it seems this little guy has discovered it. This child has a real talent for being a witch."

When the little fox meets the old fox, Sakura's disguise naturally cannot fool Kenneth and Morgan. Watching Sakura busy making tea, Morgan, who finds Sakura quite pleasing to the eye, casually sits on Kenneth's lap. Morgan is a true witch, and she doesn't have the coyness of those little girls. Now that she has made her choice, Morgan is going to fiercely assert her dominance over the others.

Click!

As Morgan crossed her legs and put her arm around Kenneth's shoulder, Asagami Fujino, who had just changed her clothes, accidentally twisted the bedroom door.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kenneth, the lock seems to be broken. I was a little too rough with it."

With her eyes fixed on Morgan, whose little hands were getting restless, Asagami Fujino's lips twitched as she walked toward Sakura, who was still busy at work. As for Lydia, Lydia was still dreaming.

"What about Teng Nai? Does she have the talent to be a witch?"

Looking up at Kenneth, who was giving him a smirk, Morgan replied nonchalantly:

"I think she's more suited to be a fairy than a witch. It would be such a waste if she didn't become a fairy with such an innate twisted nature."

Morgan didn't take the two kids' reactions to heart at all. Although it was very unethical, other people's jealousy was the thing that satisfied Morgan the most. She was slightly disappointed that she didn't see the fake witch's expression, but it didn't matter. What Morgan had no shortage of was patience.

“And what about Melly? Thanks to her, I’ve had a very fulfilling time lately. I think I should thank this Ms. Avalon properly.”

"It's one thing to mention other women in front of me, but it's that woman who should be hanged. You really are a clueless guy."

After criticizing Kenneth, Morgan, who understood people's hearts, loosened his arm and casually pointed to the full-length mirror in the room. The next second, Mary, who was tied up in the basement, appeared in the mirror.

"Yes, stay put here obediently. I set the workshop's barrier to its maximum before I left. There's no way she can escape."

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, then at Morgan's resolute expression, Kenneth hesitated, wondering whether he should pour the cold water on him. Through his insightful eyes, Kenneth had already discerned the true nature of the image in the mirror.

"Okay, that puts my mind at ease."

After thinking for a moment, Kenneth refrained from revealing the truth. It wasn't that he was being kind; Kenneth simply wanted to see Morgan's expression when he found out.