「 Altrouge's Pov. 」
A crisp knock echoed from the game‑room's door, causing me to let go of the arcade's joystick, and stop mashing the 'jab' button.
Raising my arms over my head, I intertwined my fingers and gave myself a good stretch, causing a few pops and cracks to emanate from my joints.
"It seems Amelia has come to kidnap you," I remarked, before glancing back at the door. My comment however, made Alistair give a nervous sigh instead of the tired one I was expecting.
"Come in," he said reluctantly while fully turning around, putting his full focus on the door.
Raising a brow at his tone, I focused as the door opened revealing…
…
What the fuck is Sloppy Seconds doing here?
Blinking rapidly, I mentally double‑checked all of my active and assigned contracts, quickly reconfirming the despicable Fairy's severed contract due to the contractor's death… Yet despite that, I could see her standing there, clear as day… Very much a‑fucking‑live.
Before I realized it, I noticed my right arm was outstretched, and my hand was pointing a trembling index finger at her. "You're supposed to be dead?!"
The witch merely adjusted Cath, who was of course snuggled in her arms, the little traitor, and raised an unimpressed brow. "I got better?" she answered in a humorous tone.
What the fuck is up with that answer?
Focusing my entire perception on her, I felt my body tense up at the confirmation I got.
The bitch was alive…
How the FUCK was she alive when Alistair wasn't even a Magician?
Ok, pause.
The Grail Mud can give a body, but this one has absolutely no hint of curses or taint, and it is a nearly identical match for the fairies I have met before, albeit she has a far greater degree of power radiating off of her. Therein lies the problem… How the fuck is that possible without Magic?
TL;DR: the bitch's body was somehow authentic, scratch that, likely somehow better than the one she had when she was alive.
This is utter‑fucking‑bullshit.
Snapping my head towards Alistair, I gave him an incredulous look. "Explain," I said harshly, causing him to give a tired shrug. "Magic," he 'explained' dismissively.
I felt my eyes twitch at his 'explanation', before speaking once more. "Never mind, fuck that shit explanation," I hissed, before glancing at the witch. "Just tell me why the bitch is back, and not six‑feet‑under."
I could see the woman's brow twitch at my comment, but I really couldn't care any less right now, instead turning to look back at Alistair.
"You told me not to bring her back alive, and you should be able to tell that this Morgan does not have a contract with you, meaning that this and that Morgan are not the same person, so I kept my end of the bargain," Alistair retorted dryly, while raising a brow in challenge to refute his words, leaving me a bit stumped.
I mean, he wasn't wrong… like in a very, incredibly technical, literal, manner… But still!
Jabbing my finger at the witch, I gave Alistair a look of worry. "She plotted to kill you! She might try it agai–" "I know," Alistair cut me off, causing my jaw to go slack with how unbothered he sounded.
Seeing my befuddled state, Alistair only shrugged. "Morgan kind of spilled her guts to me during the Grail War, so I know a good bit about her misdeeds while she served as my Servant, and I've already forgiven her for those," he explained offhandedly, and I could only feel stumped at the ease which he forgave the conniving fairy.
I gave another slow blink before slowly lowering my arm, trying to comprehend the absolute bullshit I was hearing.
Had the scoundrel messed with his head? That would explain why he's so forgiving…
A quick, and discreet, diagnosis spell later I could confirm Alistair was just being his normal stupid self.
Looking back at the woman, I gave her a glower. "So what are you doing here?" I bit out. "The nearest brothel is at least 40 kilometers away, so I'm sad to say, but you won't get any business here," I said dismissively while giving her a disgusted look.
Now that she was no longer wearing her veil, I could see a flash of annoyance shine in her eyes, before she quickly masked it.
… And of course she was a Saber‑Face. So much for the whole hiding her face due to it being a piece of 'art'. If I still tackle that angle, then I can mention how truly cheap her face is, as there are numerous copies of it throughout history, so her beauty is not something to be coveted.
"I was originally here to make amends," she stated, before frowning slightly. "Though I am starting to have second thoughts." Her comment drew an annoyed look from Alistair, who gave her a tired look.
Her words caused me to give a snort of derision.
The same woman who tried to lead Alistair by the nose, and undermine me at every turn, now wanted to 'make amends'?
Hilarious.
"Funny," I stated dryly. "The scary evil fairy witch has come crawling back to me to 'beg' for forgiveness," I said with clear disbelief. "I'd need to be deaf, blind and dumb to believe in that."
My comment made the witch tilt her head to the side while giving me an amused look. "It would seem you only qualify a third of those, my mistake."
Ignoring the jab, I mirrored her head tilt, and gave her a mocking look.
"Come now, you just have a fetish for family members, since you thought that you could cash in on some sweet sweet familial love. Why else would you so desperately want to stay with Alistair?" I said, before snorting. "Too bad you misunderstood the love part, with 'making love', as the two are not the same, in case you didn't know."
I could see her face start to scrunch at my words. "Oh? And what do you know of love or family?" she spat, and I could feel my irritation start to boil.
"Oh, I know plenty about both, especially since while I hate my 'sister' too, despite that, I haven't tried to fuck her!" I spat, causing the witch to show a visible grimace. "I was mentally compromised back then, calling me insane wouldn't have been inaccurate," she retorted loudly with clear discomfort.
Her retort only drew a snort of derision from me. "Really now? Pulling the sanity card on me? A Dead Apostle?!" I shouted mockingly. "Pretty sure Magi like you call us all insane, yet despite that, I've yet to gain a sudden urge to rape my 'sister', whom I loathe to an equal, if not greater extent than you hating your own sibling."
At this I could see a vein form on her forehead, as she took a combative step towards me, causing all of the room's shadows to grow.
"You dare?!"
Finally, something seemed to snap within Alistair, and he just walked up to the fairy and snatched Cath out of the witch's arms, holding him by the scruff as he gave the two of us a look of intense disappointment. "Children," he shouted with irritation, causing the two of us to stare at him. "I've had too long, and too shit of a week to deal with the two of you acting like God damn children," he spat, before nearly glowering at the witch.
"Morgan," he said coolly, and the woman had the gall to look sheepish at the cold treatment.
Like the fuck?
Why is she acting like that?
Quickly glancing at the back of Alistair's hand, I confirmed he didn't have any Command Seals, so the Witch should logically not care for Alistair's opinion… but she does.
Looking back at the fairy, I scrutinized the look on her face, before feeling a pit start to form in my stomach.
She couldn't be… no…
"Apologize and work things out like the grown‑up woman you are," he berated her, before turning to look at me. "And you," he said with clear exasperation in his tone. "Act your age, and stop provoking her, or I'll start to agree with Morgan, and treat you like the child that you look like," he grunted out, causing my own lips to purse.
I let Alistair's words wash over me, instead glancing at the witch, who looked far too stricken at the tone he had used on her.
She wasn't faking it.
This was completely different from how she acted when Alistair had summoned her.
The look, the overall feeling of how she was acting, it just couldn't be faked.
Morgan was smitten with Alistair.
Hearing Alistair sigh tiredly, I refocused on him, seeing him use his one unoccupied hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I'm tired, and I have work to do," he stated, before glowering at the two of us. "I'm going to leave this room, leaving the two of you to work things out," he explained, before sharpening his gaze. "I will return to this room tomorrow, and if I find anything destroyed, damaged or similar, I'll be taking a sabbatical, and start apprenticing under Kaleidoscope!"
…
Ok, shit, maybe I misjudged things… he is clearly experiencing signs of heavy depression, as wanting to apprentice under Zelretch is tantamount to suicide, or at least extreme insanity. I must have missed a sign or two, or the books on psychology were fucking worthless, as signs of this level of suicidal tendencies should have been something covered in the book.
Raising my arms, I gave a placating gesture while looking at him. "Whoa, no need to go there," I said nervously, before pointing at one of the arcades. "I want this on record, that one is already broken," I stated, causing a disappointed wheeze to escape Alistair's lips.
"Do I want to know why?" he asked in a tired tone, and I only gave an apologetic smile. "I recall you hitting the machines when the screen freezes up, or goes fuzzy…" I said in a way of explanation, and I could see his face gain a look of supreme patience, like a monk trying to get ahold of his conflicting feelings. "I might have hit it a bit hard… and snapped a few pins inside the machine, which caused it to stop working…"
Alistair's mouth gained a light twitch, before he sighed. "Fine, I'll not include that one in the inspection," he muttered, before moving towards the door. "I'll leave the two of you to 'hug it out' then," he said while opening the door, before turning to glance at us. "And please, for the love of God," he said almost pleadingly. "Act like adults…"
"Oh please," I said with a dismissive wave. "I eat adults for breakfast," I snarked, trying to ease some of Alistair's concerns with a bit of humor, only to get a scoff in return from the loathsome fairy. "Followed by women and children for lunch and dinner," she muttered in such a low tone, that I knew only she and I heard the comment.
Alistair, oblivious to the witch's comment, gave us a warning look before sighing. "I meant what I said earlier," he said warningly, before opening the door. "Work things out, or I'm out," he said dubiously, before exiting the room.
The second the door closed behind Alistair, the room's temperature practically plummeted in an instant.
Slowly I turned to look at Morgan with cold eyes, who unflinchingly returned the look in full.
There was a tense minute of silence, before she broke it. "I came here to mend things between us," she stated, though her delivery felt flat.
"Really?" I questioned with an unimpressed look. "You're doing a fabulous job at that," I said sarcastically, before scrunching my face into a frown. "Why don't you just do us all a favour, and pack up and return to whatever circle of hell you crawled out from."
The woman only gave an annoyed sigh before dismissively waving her hand. "It would seem I need to approach this from a different angle," she said with annoyance.
Slowly, I noticed as all the furniture, carpets, table and all other things in the room started to sink into their own shadow, clearing out the room.
At her impromptu action, I felt a crooked smile make its way onto my lips. This was far more my speed.
It was time for me to make good on my promise to gut her.
Slowly, black blood started to ooze out from the corners of the room's walls and ceiling.
Morgan didn't seem to take notice, or rather didn't seem to care about my hostile actions, choosing to instead stare directly at me.
Her relaxation unnerved me slightly, as she was obviously not stupid, so she certainly had something up her sleeve.
Before I could do anything, Morgan's figure cracked like glass, before reforming a few meters closer to me. But now she was holding a golden cylindrical weapon, with red lines trailing up and down its shaft. A weapon which she was directly pointing at me.
Just looking at the weapon made my skin crawl, and I could feel a shiver run down my back.
"How?"
I could feel it, it wasn't a true Divine Construct but a Noble Phantasm, though it was somehow comparable to a real one.
The witch's face broke out into a small smile as she lowered Ea, and used her other hand to trail a finger down its length. "I won't bother boring you with the entire story, but suffice to say, I reacquired another of my own Noble Phantasms, and used it to usurp this from the loathsome king," she said, though her tone became markedly chillier when mentioning the weapon's former owner.
"It cost me three Command Seals to steal it," she mused, before gaining a somewhat melancholic look. "It was meant to be a congratulatory gift for Alistair gaining True Magic," she said wistfully, before refocusing on me. "Though I think I'll be holding onto it for a bit."
Looking at the weapon, I felt increasingly annoyed.
She had practically neutered me. I couldn't fight with conditions like this… or at least I couldn't fight her here. The damage the damn weapon could bring would ruin the house, and I have this odd feeling Alistair will not care who did it, meaning he'd likely make good on his threat and study under Zelretch.
Without the weapon, I'd be confident in winning this fight, but with that weapon, it would be a pyrrhic victory at best.
"What do you want?" I spat, knowing that a compromise was the likely best outcome of this shitstorm, and probably the outcome Morgan was aiming for.
The witch gave me an appraising look, before dismissing the Noble Phantasm, causing it to vanish in a puff of golden dust.
Seeing the sign of disarmament as a show of 'goodwill', I mirrored it, causing all the blood that was slowly pooling itself around the room to vanish, not leaving a single drop or bloodstain behind.
Slowly, the room's furniture reappeared, and Morgan conjured a chair behind herself, before sitting in it. "I want a few house rules," she stated, causing my brow to twitch.
"I'm listening," I stated neutrally, conjuring a chair of my own using blood and sitting on it.
Morgan gave me an appraising look before speaking. "Stop pursuing Alis—" "Go fuck yourself," I cut her off sharply, causing the fairy to merely shrug. "I'd be a fool not to suggest it," she stated calmly, before gaining a curious look.
"But even so, why are you interested in him?" she asked with genuine curiosity, before flashing a belittling look. "Other than his blood, of course."
I purposely chose not to react, so as not to give her any satisfaction. "That is between me and him," I said calmly, before giving her a belittling look of my own. "Though I understand your curiosity on the topic, as you've yet to learn of the intricacies of a true relationship, other than warming someone's bed."
Morgan's expression didn't change at all from my barb, but she did give a low chuckle in response. "You talk a big game for one who is not in a relationship," she returned, causing me to give a smug smile, and move to pull out a loose piece of paper from my inner pocket and dangle it in front of her.
"Maybe not yet, but do you have his Mother's endorsement?" I asked smugly.
I mean, it was an endorsement… kind of.
I was a bit surprised when Amelia handed me a letter from Rosalind, and most of the contents were a whole lot of venting, writing shit she never had the balls to say, but there was still a decent amount of nice things she wrote to me… So I'll let the comments slide with a smile on my face.
The only real strings attached to her 'endorsement', was to guarantee the continuation of the bloodline, and to not turn him into a Dead Apostle. Easy requests, and if things turn out the way I want, then the first one won't need 'external help', which she implied.
In an instant, a piece of paper appeared in Morgan's hand. "I believe that makes two of us," she stated with a clear undertone of smugness.
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…
…
Well, so much for being my favorite human…
Ignoring the rise of annoyance filling me, I focused on the important things.
Morgan wouldn't have shown that thing off if she didn't care about Alistair, so this confirmed it at the very least…
This was arguably a far larger problem, as while Alistair and I are close, he simply cannot see himself being attracted to a young teen's body, which has practically stonewalled any 'progress' I can physically make.
My solution to that problem will take far too much time, and loath as I am to admit it, Morgan was a very good looking woman, and as long as she tries properly, she could likely end up in a proper relationship with Alistair.
Time is not on my side, and unless an eclipse happens, I won't be able to take on an adult True Ancestor form sooner, albeit temporarily. So I won't be able to compete in the 'feminine wiles' department.
Ugh… why did the bitch need to fall in love with Alistair? I've been working on him for a few years now, I don't need someone to snatch him up before the finish line…
Pocketing the piece of paper, I gave Morgan a crooked smile. "So it would seem."
The woman had the decency to vanish her own note, before continuing. "Back on topic," she said calmly. "For one," she said while raising a finger. "No bickering in front of Alistair," she stated, to which I nodded.
"Done," I easily agreed.
I didn't want to scare Alistair off, and while the witch rubs me the wrong way, I can make some necessary concessions.
"Neither of us tries to ruin things for the other in regards to Alistair," Morgan proposed, and I gave her a raised brow. "How about a 'no'?"
That option would do more bad than good in the short and long term for me, as she'd be able to pull incredibly far ahead, so that was simply not an option for me.
There was a beat of silence, before I broke it by speaking up. "How about we have a weekly… talk, or rather discussion?" I posed, earning a raised eyebrow from Morgan, prompting me to continue.
"You see, you disgust me," I stated, causing a scoff to emerge from the other woman. "Likewise," she shot back coolly.
"But," I punctuated. "If I am going to be stuck with you," for now… "then I'd like to ensure that we can squash any future problem, and communication between the two of us is the smartest way to circumvent any future issues," I explained in a calm and clinical tone.
After all, keep your friends close, and enemies closer, am I right?
Morgan gave me an unimpressed look, before mulling it over and nodding her head. "That seems… wise," she agreed, before placing her hands in her lap, giving me a curious look.
"Should we have our first 'conversation' now? I believe it would help clear the air between us," she stated, causing me to mull it over before nodding.
Smiling sweetly, she fixed me with an amused look. "Good, then I'll start, as it is best you hear this from me, rather than Alistair or Amelia," she said in an all too pleased tone, which sent waves of unease through me.
"Oh?" I said in a mildly interested tone, trying to not look as on edge as I was feeling.
Placing a hand on her chest, she sent me a look of superiority. "Due to the problems with my identity, and to mask my existence, Alistair has agreed to marry me."
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"YOU BITCH!"
~~Fate/False Order~~
「 Alistair's Pov. 」
A gentle knock resounded on the office door, causing me to turn to glance at it. "Enter," I said just loud enough for the person on the other door to hear me.
The door easily opened, revealing a very miffed looking Amelia. Smiling, I gestured for her to come in. "I knew you'd show up sooner or later," I said calmly, before returning my attention to the small stacks of paper Amelia had neatly stacked on the table earlier.
Amelia gave a slight grunt of annoyance in return, before she entered the room, closing the door behind her. "Well, I have a job to do, and to do it efficiently, we need to have a talk about what we're going to do," she stated flatly, before plopping herself in the chair across from me.
Glancing up slightly from my work, I gave her a curious look, as she was acting a bit off from what I was used to. Squinting my eyes slightly, I tried to look at her before the answer to her demeanour made itself crystal clear. Raising a brow, I gave her a sceptical look. "Drinking on the job?" I said with mirth, followed by a fake disappointed look on my face while shaking my head. "I had expected better from you."
Amelia gave another snort, before crossing her arms and leaning further into her chair. "You'd do the same in my shoes if you'd gotten all of this garbage dropped in your lap out of the blue," she groaned, before sighing tiredly. "I'd just like to know what we're doing going forward, so I can know all of the facts, before I go into my room and scream into my pillow for the rest of the night," she explained.
I suppose she's taking the news better than most would have.
Raising a brow, I gave her a curious look. "Do you have any other questions regarding what you've learned today? Or anything you'd like to say?"
Amelia pursed her lips, and gave me a pointed look. "I have several questions," she said flatly. "And I'd like to have a long, and hard talk with you for not mentioning your 'deal' with Alaya," she said half‑reproachfully, causing my own lips to purse.
What the fuck did Morgan tell her… I need to get some context ASAP, lest I let something slip… and Amelia's reaction is… fair.
Sighing slightly, she schooled her expression to one more professional. "But for now, that's not too important, so I'll set those aside, and instead focus on the important matters," she said professionally.
I gave a light bob of my head in agreement. "Makes sense," I agreed, before mirroring her posture, and leaning into the office chair while pulling up Cath from my lap. The cutie only gave a slight whine at the sudden action, before easily curling up in my arms, allowing me to pet him.
Amelia gave the Beast a cautious look, before quickly ignoring him and focusing on me. "Now, do you have any future plans, or ideas?" she asked, to which I nodded.
"Yes, I have a few things that need to be done as quickly as possible," I affirmed, causing Amelia to pull out a small notepad and pen.
"For one, Morgan is planning on infiltrating the Animusphere's home, forging identity papers for herself, along with forcing the current head to confirm her existence, and make a believable paper trail for her," I explained, all of which Amelia quickly noted down.
"That seems appropriate," she commented, before glancing up at me. "Does she know how to do it? As in, is she capable of doing it in the modern age?" she questioned, and I paused.
"I'm not sure," I expressed in a miffed tone. "I didn't think to ask, I just kind of assumed she'd be able to pull it off."
Amelia gave a low hum at that, before giving me a pointed look. "From a scale of one to ten, how much do you trust her?"
"Nine, bordering ten," I said with a raised brow. "Context please?"
Amelia noted something down on her notepad before answering. "I see, then do you assume she'd be willing to allow me to tag along?" she posed, causing my other brow to raise. "You want to join her on her little quest?" I asked with a hint of bafflement.
She raised her pen, and pointed it at me. "Only if you think she won't hurt me, or do anything negative towards me, as I am sure she might need some help on the more 'technical' side of things, when it comes to setting up her identity," she explained, causing me to nod.
"That's actually a good idea," I commented, before nodding to her with a hint of approval. "I'm sure she'll appreciate the help, and Morgan will make sure you're safe, and won't do anything untoward to you."
To that, Amelia merely nodded, and returned to looking down while scribbling something on her notepad. "Alright, I'll set an appointment for the two of us under 'Social Visit' for tomorrow," she explained helpfully. "Next?"
"We, or likely just Morgan seeing as I still have a lot of paperwork to go through, are thinking of going to Germany, and isolate then subjugate the Einzbern covertly," I added, which caused Amelia to stop writing and look up at me.
"Pardon?" she reflexively asked, while looking confused. To be fair, I would be confused as well, so it was for the best to explain a bit.
"There are two 'official' reasons," I stated while extending a finger. "For one, they would make for an excellent scapegoat when the next gathering of the Twelve Lords takes place, as the Grail War will obviously be a topic, if not the main topic," I stated.
"They are a very easy target, as they have no human members of their family, along with the fact that they barely interact with the Mage's Association as a whole, so no one would be willing to stick their necks out for them," I added, earning a small nod from Amelia.
"Two," I continued while extending another finger. "With how they are responsible for summoning Angra Mainyu and corrupting the Grail, along with the fact that their son‑in‑law, Kiritsugu, is responsible for killing my parents, and nearly myself, no one would bat an eye for me to wipe them off the map," I explained, only for Amelia to frown.
"I admit that your reasoning is… sound, if a bit ruthless, but it doesn't explain why you want to 'subjugate' them, especially if you are planning on wiping them out," she pointed out, and I nodded to that, while lowering my hand to once more pet Cath.
"That falls under the unofficial reason," I explained while raising a brow. "You see, the Einzbern control the production of the Grail's vessel," I said with clear emphasis on the word 'production'.
I wasn't even half‑done with my explanation, but a look of surprise, along with understanding flashed across Amelia's face. "You plan on hosting another Grail War?" she asked skeptically, causing me to nod.
"Yes," I affirmed.
She then gave me a scrutinizing look. "Is this your way of avoiding becoming a Counter Guardian?" she pressed, causing me to internally grimace, as while she was right, it would seem Morgan had told her more than I had hoped.
"Indeed," I said neutrally while adding a nod. "I plan on starting a Grail War in around a decade, while picking and choosing who's participating, to ensure my victory," I explained.
Amelia gained a far more relieved look upon my explanation, even donning a small smile as she looked at me. "Thank God," she exclaimed with a relieved shake of her head. "I was worried you didn't have a way to escape, or at least postpone your deal with Alaya," she expressed with a tone of relief.
Looking at her, I felt slightly surprised at her acceptance of me rejoining another Grail War, especially after the way this one ended. "You're alright with this?" I asked while tilting my head with some measure of surprise.
My question earned a rueful sigh from the woman, as she fixed me with an unimpressed look. "Not really," she refuted, before shrugging her shoulders. "Honestly, I don't want you to ever go back to Japan again, or allow you to do anything similar," she explained, before sighing again, looking a lot older suddenly. "But your plan is the best current solution, and I can be thankful that one even exists."
There was a slight pause before she scribbled something down on her notepad, returning to look at me with a slight smile. "Is there anything else?"
Now it was my turn to be unnaturally quiet.
"I need to make arrangements for the funeral," I stated flatly, earning a sad, but understanding smile from Amelia. "I see," she replied in a tone full of understanding.
There was another pause, before Amelia broke the silence.
"Is that all?"
Sighing, I readjusted Cath in my arms before giving her a shrug. "Other than preparing for the gathering of the Clock Tower Lords in a few weeks? No, not really," I said, before blinking abruptly.
"Ah, yes, there is that," I added absentmindedly, causing Amelia to give me an encouraging look.
"Morgan will likely be joining me in my managerial tasks, and is likely to temporarily take over a week after the gathering of the Clock Tower Lords," I explained, causing Amelia to look worried.
"What do you mean?" she asked pointedly. "What are you planning on doing? What could be so important to have her take the reins of the family?" she pressed, causing me to sigh.
"I am going to make a deal with Kaleidoscope."
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A/N
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Poor Amelia, Alistair has given her another reason to scream into her pillow for the rest of the night.
Now, a quick small info dump for Altrouge:
I mentioned something about a 'True Ancestor' form; for context, it is not the Lumina Form, but rather something more similar to Arcueid's change from True Ancestor to Archetype: Earth. AKA, something closer to a qualitative change, going from 'regular' Dead Apostle, to a proper True Ancestor. There will be more info about this later on, as Altrouge's condition as a bit of both is not explained in canon, so I'll need to clear a few things up. For now, just think of her fusion of the two being poorly done, due to something happening when she was 'born'.
Oh, and the marriage thing… it's going to be more of a 'on paper' thing, as Ciel and others need to believe that they were married, so it will be a simple marriage document that Amelia can date back to before the Grail War, so that events would make sense. When she learns of that, she'll cool off, but for now Altrouge is having a mental crisis. So yes, Morgan was just using it to needle Altrouge, though it still says something about Alistair and Morgan's relationship, that he is alright with 'marrying' her, so Morgan is taking that as a win regardless.
Now, I am sorry for posting a day late, I keep on trying to use Inkstone to post on Mondays, but the calendar on the site is hella finicky for me, so it won't post properly. I'd have posted it an hour later, but I was at an event where I couldn't use my phone for a prolonged period of time.
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