CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

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Therefore, all Morgan could do was issue orders that humiliated Quinn's dignity, while Quinn... possessed flexible moral bottom lines and values ​​of dignity.

Even after Quinn readily knelt down to admit her mistake and volunteered to sit on the throne of the Empress, Morgan's anger didn't subside much. She only felt helpless and complicated. In the end, she listened to Quinn's explanation, but it was very weak and sounded like a fabricated story.

"Generally speaking, that's how it goes. I swear, I will go back to see you. But I have to figure out a bigger problem. The world's restraining force has its eyes on me and you. The empire we've built is a potential danger in the eyes of the restraining force. Morgan, you're a magician too. We both know what happens when the restraining force targets us."

Morgan remained silent. She thought and thought, but couldn't think of anything to condemn Quinn for. She was just filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it. The resentment and sorrow that had accumulated over the years had settled in her chest. She had always thought that she was the one who killed her husband, but when she turned around, she found that her lover was still alive and well. Strictly speaking, he was not even on the same timeline as her.

This is not a romantic story. It's not good to be alone and wallow in sadness. She desperately needs an outlet to vent in order to keep herself rational.

"Just take what you said as true."

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, but Quinn felt colder inside. He knew that this didn't mean Morgan had forgiven him, but rather that she planned to take revenge later.

What do you need to free yourself from the pursuit of inhibitions?

"A thug could help one of my friends beat up most Servants, or kill them."

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"I want Mordred, the thugs who protect him."

“No, Mordred can’t.” Without the slightest hesitation, Morgan immediately refused. “I can accept my foolish sister going there, but not Mordred. If she knew you were still alive, she would kill you. That rebellious woman’s mind is already confused. All she thinks about now is the stability and continuation of the empire. She can’t accept the fact that you are still alive.”

what?

Quinn was somewhat bewildered. He had never imagined that Morgan would think Mordred was unreliable. Logically speaking, Mordred should be the most reliable person in all of Britannia right now.

“I need a reason.” Quinn was still somewhat skeptical that his eldest son would disown him.

As a result, Morgan shut Quinn down with just one sentence: "She has been emperor for so many years. Don't you know how you taught her? What makes you think that after you passed away and left her to shoulder the burden alone for so long, she can tolerate you suddenly reappearing and taking over everything with just a word?"

Mordred won't kill you, but what she might do to you, I don't know.

Morgan's cryptic words sent chills down Quinn's spine, leaving him momentarily at a loss. Quinn had thought that his simulated Britannia would be a support for him in the Type-Moon world, but now it seemed that while this support was indeed useful, it wasn't as useful as he had imagined.

He planted too many landmines back then.

"So what suggestions do you have?" Quinn asked helplessly.

Morgan smiled. "I'll have Gawain help you. Perfect timing. Aren't you worried that Merlin might try to overthrow Mordred's rule? Then move any forces that could threaten Mordred away beforehand. Gawain is currently the strongest knight in the empire who might side with my sister. If we just send him to your side, Artoria will lose an ally."

“Why not Lancelot?” Quinn sensed something was wrong with Morgan’s suggestion, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

However, when faced with Quinn's questioning, Morgan simply stared at him. A few seconds later, Quinn came to his senses. Indeed, the Lancelot he knew was unlikely to rebel. Even if he thought Mordred's rule was problematic, he was unlikely to get involved in royal disputes.

Because his relationship with Artoria... well, it can't be said to be very good. It's more accurate to say that Lancelot is quite magnanimous that he never actually attacked her upon meeting her.

After carefully reviewing the people he could use back then, Quinn realized that Morgan hadn't made a mistake in choosing them. Gawain was the best choice. In addition, there was still some time before the start of the Fourth Holy Grail War, and the Saber class should not have been summoned yet. Having Gawain take over the position was indeed a way to increase Kenneth's chances of leaving Fuyuki City alive.

The only slight problem is that most battles in the Fourth Holy Grail War take place at night, so Gawain doesn't get his triple bonus.

However… that’s not a problem. Quinn looked at Morgan and made another small request, “Then let’s do it your way. But I’ll have to trouble you to make a device for Gawain that can activate his physique at night. I believe my wife is definitely capable of doing that, right?”

“Of course, I will make all the necessary preparations for our eldest son to leave home, and you… you are, after all, a father.” Morgan said pointedly, staring at Quinn and threateningly, “Although I no longer expect you to be honest with me, you still have to take responsibility as a man. Don’t think about abandoning our family, understand?”

Quinn nodded repeatedly, and seeing Quinn's attitude, Morgan snorted coldly and vanished in a puff of smoke.

As the last shadow in the room vanished, leaving only a jade belt at the center of her summoning ritual, Quinn knew that Morgan was all bark and no bite. She had been threatening, but she had used this brief contact to send over the best protective item she had.

only……

Quinn recalled Morgan's attitude towards Mordred and felt a headache coming on. He hated things going beyond his expectations. Now that both Kay and Morgan said Mordred would be a threat to him, Quinn wasn't sure what his eldest son would think when he saw him again.

Surely the kid wouldn't actually hit him on the head with a stick the moment he saw him, knock him unconscious, and then lock him up with Merlin, would he?

No, I need to prepare some backup plans quickly. If things really come to this, I need to at least make sure that I'm not so strong that Mordred can beat me up.

Quinn's mind raced as he considered what he needed to prepare to ensure he could consistently outmaneuver Mordred. He recalled the legacy he had left for Mordred, and finally, Quinn realized something.

With the Holy Lance, the Holy Sword, and the King's Sword at his side, and a sword sheath hanging at his waist, Mordred, who controls the Round Table and Britannia, is a formidable fighter even in the monster-infested world of Type-Moon. Even if Quinn were to calculate Mordred's strength to the bare minimum, he would still have to admit one thing.

The son she raised herself is at least a god-level being; she is no weaker than the divine Lion King in Chapter 6 of FGO 1.0, and is even far more terrifying than him.

If I want to gain the upper hand over her, there is only one option.

In the next simulation, I need to improve my strength to the point where I can fight against the deified Lion King, who is the legendary target-level player, and reach the top of the Type-Moon Servant rankings on the Tieba forum. In other words, I need to be at least in the same tier as the man who is used as a unit of measurement for combat power in Type-Moon—Hercules.

Oh no, the boomerang has returned! I might really end up being related to the Roman Emperor Lucius.

Chapter Ninety-Three: Please, have some humanity!

Quinn's stay in Chaldea was short; about two days later, he returned to the Clock Tower with Kenneth. Upon his return, he became busy again, with too many things to handle.

First, he summoned a Servant for Kenneth. After receiving the relic sent by Morgan from afar, he began to communicate with his mentor, explaining that the target of the summon was Gawain from the Knights of the Round Table, but not from the pan-human history, but from another independent world that they had just completed observing.

Kenneth naturally didn't refuse the name Gawain; no Englishman was unaware of the story of the Knights of the Round Table, especially Gawain.

The two hit it off immediately and naturally began preparing for the Servant summoning. During this preparation, Kenneth, just like in the original work, quickly completed his research on the Servant summoning ritual based solely on the Clock Tower's partial records of previous Holy Grail Wars. He reverse-engineered the underlying code of Servant summoning and suddenly had the idea to take his fiancée to Fuyuki, where she would provide magic for the Servant while he would deal with the other Masters.

Fortunately, Kenneth can no longer act unilaterally. The relic he used to summon his servant was provided by Quinn, who is now his most prized student. It is only natural that he should talk to Quinn about it. Of course, he also hopes that Quinn will change his mind and go to Fuyuki with him.

As for Quinn...

He certainly wouldn't let Kenneth get what he wanted.

"I don't think your fiancée will be happy to go on the Holy Grail War with you, teacher. Look, you, as a man, are inviting a woman on a long trip alone, and this woman is your fiancée. Anyone would see this as a pre-wedding honeymoon. But what will happen when she finds out that you're just taking her out for academic research, and that she'll have to fight to the death with people..."

Even before Quinn finished speaking,

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Even someone as emotionally unintelligent as Kenneth realized how inappropriate his previous thought was. He nodded, banishing the idea of ​​"cheating" by showing off his skills from his mind, and replacing it with a desire to speedrun the Holy Grail War.

Yeah, it's just a Holy Grail War, isn't it? Instead of wasting my time on this academic conference that doesn't have much value, I'd rather finish it quickly and then take Sora on a trip to other places.

With his mind at ease, Kenneth no longer cared about the fact that supplying his servants with magic would increase his own magic consumption. As the monarch of the Clock Tower, he had enough pride and confidence. Even if he had to bear the consumption of his familiars, so what? He was still invincible against the Fuyuki Holy Grail.

Seeing that Kenneth had given up on taking his fiancée to Fuyuki, Quinn said nothing more. He followed his teacher to the vicinity of the summoning ritual that had been prepared in advance, placed the green belt in the center of the summoning circle, and then stood aside, watching Kenneth's summoning.

Just like in the anime, accompanied by a long summoning incantation, magical winds began to surge in the room, and Quinn's familiar figure appeared within the summoning circle.

Golden-haired, silver-armored knights wielding the Excalibur, a sword symbolizing the sun, appeared before the two magicians. But it wasn't just the knights; a giant, jet-black dog also appeared. Kenneth immediately recognized the black dog's true form—a fairy that could no longer exist in the modern world. And the knight... was not a spirit either. He instantly realized that he had probably summoned the very embodiment of the Knights of the Round Table from another world.

Upon realizing this, Kenneth's pride as a ruler of the Clock Tower and his disdain for Servants immediately vanished, for the knight standing before him was no longer a familiar, but the very embodiment of an ancient hero. Kenneth became serious; this summoning had completely exceeded his expectations.

The summoned knight was still somewhat bewildered. Almost instinctively, he gripped the holy sword at his waist, his guarded posture undisguised. However, the black dog beside him was the first to smell a familiar scent in this unfamiliar environment. It immediately looked toward Quinn's location, its lantern-like eyes lighting up with excitement.

I was shocked! Isn't this my good owner?

That lingering, deathly aura was something Bagst would never forget for the rest of her life; there was only one person who could be shrouded in such a thick aura of death!

So the black dog immediately stepped out of the summoning circle and frantically wagged its tail beside Quinn, trying to get his attention. But Quinn's gaze remained fixed on the knight. Although from Quinn's perspective, he had only been separated from Gawain for less than two months, the Gawain of today was already noticeably different from the one in his memory.

Her eldest son seemed much more mature than before, no longer possessing the youthful vigor and sunshine of his younger days, but instead exuding a gentle sense of security.

“Excuse me for disturbing you, Lord Gawain.” Kenneth was the first to speak, his tone full of reverence for an ancient hero. “You… descended in physical form?”

After someone spoke, the bewildered look on Gawain's face immediately disappeared. He noticed Kenneth in front of him and felt that he had some kind of subtle magical connection with Kenneth. He realized that his return here was most likely the work of this person.

But soon, his attention shifted from the seemingly ordinary magician, who was no better than his mother or some beast, to another person in the room who posed a threat to him, and then, Gawain was stunned.

Dad, so you're not dead after all.

For a moment, Gawain's mind went blank, and he trembled all over. He suddenly remembered that he had just tried to draw his sword as a warning, and that it was in front of his father. He felt a wave of fear. Fortunately, after a few seconds of stunned silence, Gawain realized that Quinn's face was expressionless and he did not say anything. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

He looked at Kenneth in front of him, then at Quinn, not understanding why it was Kenneth, rather than his father, who had a magical connection with him.

Kenneth witnessed this scene. The Clock Tower monarch also noticed that Gawain, whom he had summoned, seemed to have some connection with his student. So, he asked, "Lord Gawain, do you know my student?"

What the hell? You think you're worthy of being my dad's student?

Gawain was initially slightly angry, but after seeing that Quinn did not refute him, he was at a loss. After thinking it over, Gawain could only think of one way to answer.

"My surname is Europa."

Now it was Kenneth's turn to be a little slow on the uptake. He remained silent for several seconds before realizing the meaning behind Gawain's words. Then, Kenneth looked at the ancient hero in front of him in shock and asked in astonishment, "Europa? Which Europa?"

“The Europa of the Phoenician princess Europa,” Gawain emphasized, “is also the surname of the Britannian emperor, which is my father’s family name.”

Kenneth was stunned. He stared at Gawain, who seemed to come from another era, then at Quinn, and suddenly realized that the two did indeed look somewhat alike. An idea suddenly popped into his head, so bizarre that even Kenneth himself thought he was overthinking it, but…

He reflected on what had happened during this period and recalled Quinn's excellent emotional intelligence, and finally came to a conclusion.

His student's family might have had a blood relationship with the Knights of the Round Table in another world's history. No, it might not just be another history... His student's family might really be a descendant of a Knight of the Round Table, but they have fallen into obscurity due to historical changes, so much so that now everyone, including himself, thinks his student is just a magician from an obscure family.

No wonder, no wonder he can replicate fairy magic, and even produce a relic that can directly summon Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, and observe Britannia from another world...

All doubts were answered.

Kenneth suddenly realized, and looking at Quinn, he couldn't help but ask, "Europa, so that's how it is. Was your ancestor Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table?"

Quinn didn't react at all, but Gawain, who was watching from the sidelines, was so frightened that he immediately spoke up.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Did I guess wrong? Mr. Gawain, you are not related to my student by blood?"

Gao Wen trembled all over, hesitated to speak, and sweat began to pour from his forehead. Although he still didn't understand why his father, who should have died, had suddenly appeared in front of him and was alive and well, he knew one thing.

If he can't give a perfect answer today, Gawain is finished. Even if Quinn doesn't say anything, his mother, who is obsessed with his father, will never let him off the hook.

Magician, why did you do this to me?!

Gawain, the strongest knight of the Round Table, was filled with fear at this moment.

Volume Two: The Origins of Esoteric Buddhism - The Omnipotent God in Rome

Chapter Ninety-Four: You Were Born of a She-Wolf

Kenneth left. After realizing that he had summoned Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, and not a clone pulled from the Throne of Heroes, Kenneth no longer regarded Gawain as a familiar, but as a collaborator of a much higher status than himself.

Therefore, he did not impose any restrictions on Gawain's actions, but simply stated that he needed Gawain to participate in the Holy Grail War with him and assist him in obtaining the Holy Grail. Once both parties reached a consensus, he would no longer interfere with any of Gawain's decisions. Kenneth knew very well that he, as a magician, could not compare with a true ancient hero.

Let professionals handle professional matters; non-professionals can simply watch from the sidelines. This reflects Kenneth's mature professionalism.

However, what he didn't know was that as soon as he left, Gawain, whom he regarded as an ancient hero, almost knelt down.

Looking at Quinn, whom he hadn't seen in so long, Gawain felt weak all over; he thought he was seeing a ghost.

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But his teacher Bagst's attitude proved that the man in front of him was his father. Gawain's mind was in a mess, and in the end he could only manage to utter one sentence.