`[Under Morgan's guidance and care, you began to grow up peacefully within the Vile King's castle.]`
`[Talent 'The Ultimate Lifeform' has awakened: You are the ultimate creation, born from the condensed blood of Britain's Phantasmal Species. As you age, your various stats, the Quality of your Magic Circuits, and your Magic Resistance will spontaneously and continuously improve. The perfect ultimate lifeform has no weaknesses; therefore, all anti-trait special attacks are weakened against you.]`
`[You gradually grow older. The maturity and astonishing intellect you display, far beyond your peers, surprise even Morgan, who is herself a magus genius.]`
`[Like a waterlogged sponge, you frantically absorb the Age of Gods magecraft she teaches you. In turn, the various novel ideas you propose, based on the principles of modern magecraft, also benefit Morgan greatly.]`
"Due to the decline of the Age of Gods, the True Aether on the Isle of Britain is gradually dissipating. Therefore, the future construction of magecraft must focus on conserving and generating mana, seeking miniaturization, refinement, and engraving of spells? That's a very forward-thinking idea, Alvin..."
The magnificent crystal chandelier shone brightly, and the tiled floor was as smooth as a mirror.
In a luxuriously decorated castle bedroom, a silver-haired youth—his features still showing a touch of immaturity but already handsome—stood before the veiled witch. In his palm, he held a flowing mass of shadow, constantly shifting into various shapes.
"'Mana Burst'... your attribute has awakened."
Morgan stared, somewhat dazed, at the dark mana in the youth's hand. The scene gave her a powerful sense of déjà vu.
...It was exactly like herself, all those years ago.
"A coincidence...?" the witch murmured to herself. "The ominous 'Shadow'..."
"Ominous? Why would you say that?" the silver-haired youth asked with great interest. "I believe that there is no inherent superiority or inferiority among mana attributes, only differences in application."
Hearing this, Morgan just shook her head, her face expressionless. "Having the same type of mana attribute as me is not a good thing, Alvin."
Human nature is to yearn for the light and fear the shadow. In essence, it is a fear of the unknown. Thus, in the eyes of the masses, the unseeable shadow is a symbol of calamity and misfortune.
What use was it to explain that there was no hierarchy in mana? People would always vote with their instincts. The man is innocent; his possession of a treasure makes him guilty. A power that inspires fear is, itself, the crime.
She had long since proven this with her own unfortunate life.
"Not a good thing... is it? However, it is precisely because I've awakened the same attribute as you, Morgan," the silver-haired youth said with a smile, "that I feel especially happy."
Morgan froze. "...Why?"
"Because this darkness makes me feel as if I am always close to you."
The words fell. The Witch of Britain was stunned.
The brilliant light of the midday sun shone through the window grate, casting a splendid glow upon the youth's silhouette. Through her thin black veil, Morgan stared blankly at the warm smile on the silver-haired youth's face, a smile as bright as the winter sun.
It was a sunlight the dark witch had never bathed in.
*Strange. So strange... Why would someone be so gentle to an ominous witch like me? He should distance himself, speak to me in the coldest tone possible... Disgust, hatred, avoidance, slander... that's how it should be...*
She couldn't understand it.
She couldn't understand—
The witch named Morgan le Fay had never, in her entire life, experienced someone being so close to her. In those clear eyes, she saw no disgust, no contempt, no sarcasm—only unreserved, heartfelt sincerity.
It was a sincerity the dark witch found difficult to face.
*...My heart is beating so fast.*
She didn't know how to respond to this fluttery feeling. It felt as if a strange, wet, sticky liquid was welling up inside her body, making her chest feel tight and uncomfortable.
Morgan frantically averted her gaze, not daring to look at the silver-haired youth's face any longer.
"T-Today's lesson is over, Alvin! I'm going to research the miniaturization concept you proposed! From now on, you- you just practice on your own! R-Remember not to be lazy...!"
She practically fled. With a blushing face, the witch hurried out of the bedroom, not daring to face her disciple again.
Watching Morgan's frantic footsteps disappear beyond the hall door, Su Shu clicked his tongue and slowly retracted his gaze.
"*Tsundere.* So cute."
She was a witch who couldn't take a bit of teasing at all, which, in turn, made her exceptionally cute. Although the tsundere archetype had fallen out of the meta in the modern era, this was the Middle Ages. This was a version of the world where tsundere was still top-tier!
Therefore, Morgan is Best Girl!!!
Regrettably, despite their master-student relationship and familial connection, Morgan did not allow Su Shu to call her "Cousin" or "Teacher," insisting he use her name directly. Perhaps this was the witch's unique way of being reserved, a futile attempt to create distance. A classic tsundere move. But Su Shu persisted in using honorifics, and eventually, Morgan gave up trying to correct him.
After eight years of living together day and night, Su Shu had more or less figured out his witch cousin's temperament. In a word: a tsundere who was starved for affection. From the cracks in their daily conversations, he could glimpse her heart-wrenching, tragic past. This was what they called a "beautiful, strong, and tragic" character, right?
Not to mention, the veil, the crop top, the thigh-high stockings... the witch's ahead-of-her-time aesthetic was a critical hit on Su Shu's personal preferences. Black stockings are good civilization!
Although he really wanted to question where one even found thigh-high stockings in the Middle Ages, the tantalizing sight of Morgan's thighs, squeezed by the bands of her stockings and peeking from under her skirt, often made it difficult for him to concentrate on his studies. But... one shouldn't get too hung up on the details when it comes to beautiful girls!
—Wait.
...Was his cousin really a beautiful "*girl*"?
While it would be rude to ask a witch her age, judging from his cheap old dad Vortigern's age, Morgan, his niece, had to be at least in her forties...
*Doesn't that make her a pure, innocent, and beautiful mature woman?*
The thought made her even hotter!
If you're going to pursue an older woman, go for the gold!
And she still gets flustered by a young boy's teasing. So cute. Su Shu could practically see the frantic fluttering in Morgan's heart. Just as her thighs were a bullseye for Su Shu's preferences, a younger man was the ultimate strike zone for a mature woman.
Or perhaps his face provided a certain assist bonus?
Thinking this, Su Shu couldn't help but look at the full-length mirror in the bedroom.
In the reflection, a silver-haired youth whose features were already showing the handsome mold of his future self turned his head, meeting his gaze. His skin was fair and delicate, almost like a newborn's. Feather-light eyelashes half-concealed iron-gray eyes, and within the splendid irises, patterns of light seemed to flow endlessly. If one were to look directly into the youth's eyes under the sunlight, they would see what looked like ethereal, feathery flowers slowly blooming within.
Simply put: he was very handsome, which made it easy to get into character. If Su Shu himself had a thing for younger guys, he wouldn't be able to resist such a pretty boy either. As expected of an ultimate villain's foundation, the points in charisma were quite reliable.
Gazing at this face, which could almost rival his own from his previous life, Su Shu felt very satisfied.
Since the simulation began, he had grown from a newborn infant into the silver-haired youth he was today. Though he was in a different body, it didn't feel awkward at all; it was as natural and comfortable as his original one.
Although the past eight years were summarized in a few short sentences by the simulation, it was as if he had truly lived through them. The scenes of his childhood were still vivid in his mind. Perhaps due to the simulator's effect, this new life did not conflict with his original memories. The boy's past was neatly stored in his mind palace like a book, ready to be clearly read at any time.
He was still Su Shu, without a doubt. But in this simulation, his name was now "Alvin Pendragon." He was the sole heir of the Vile King Vortigern, the most reviled man on the Isle of Britain. The world did not yet know of his birth.
Because Vortigern, in modern-day Britain, was the ultimate villain, hated by all. The Vile King—"Vile King" itself was a blatant insult. He invited Saxon barbarians to invade the homeland of the Celts and launched a rebellion to usurp his own brother's throne... the Vile King's crimes were too numerous to count.
Consequently, there was no way that he, the Son of the White Dragon, would have a good reputation. The moment people learned he was Vortigern's son, he would inevitably be branded a great villain. It was a hellish start with maxed-out aggro from the get-go.
Looking out the window at the fortress city of Londinium, the vast complex of buildings surrounding the castle was as magnificent as any famous landmark of later eras. Su Shu was struck by the grandeur of the scenery. As a student at the Clock Tower, he was always racing against time and had no leisure for tourism. He wondered if he would ever have the chance to see the ruins of this city in the future.
"The Age of Gods Britain, in the fifth century..."
After eight years, Su Shu naturally knew which era of the Type-Moon world he was in. He also understood who his fated opponent was. Three years ago, King Uther's court magus, the great sage Merlin, had made a prophecy: "King Uther's successor has been chosen. The Son of the Red Dragon of Britain is destined to draw the Sword of Selection and lead the assembled Knights of the Round Table to overthrow the Vile King's tyrannical rule!"
This explosive news was like a fire thrown into cooking oil, sending the Isle of Britain into a boiling frenzy. Everyone hoped to be that messianic King of Knights, to wield the Sword of Selection, to slay the demonic dragon Vortigern, and to restore peace to Britannia.
And he, the Son of the White Dragon, was the villain who was to be slain alongside him.
The enemy he was destined to face was, of course... the Son of the Red Dragon, destined to pull the Sword from the Stone, King Arthur.
Or, by a more familiar name...
Artoria Pendragon.
*How did I, a normal Pride-rank magus just passing by, get designated as a soul to be reaped by Saber's sword?*
However, looking at his character panel, Su Shu knew he wouldn't necessarily lose.
| Name: Alvin Pendragon |
| :--- | :--- |
| Strength: B+ | Endurance: C |
| Agility:B | Mana: B |
| Luck: E | Noble Phantasm:? |
| Magic Resistance: B | The blood of an Age of Gods Phantasmal Species manifests in you. Modern magecraft cast without True Aether will struggle to affect you. |
| Riding: A | Combining modern knowledge with your Age of Gods bloodline, you possess exceptional riding skill. You can easily handle anything from modern vehicles to magical beasts and phantasmal species of the Age of Gods. |
| Mana Burst (Shadow): B | A skill to reinforce one's weapons and body with magical energy. Its attribute allows you to manipulate shadows with ease. Using this skill in daytime increases its cost, while fighting at night is like being a fish in water. Attacks made via flowing shadows are both silent and inescapable. |
| Monstrous Strength: B | A fundamental ability for those with demonic blood, a skill that temporarily boosts one's Strength. Even in your youth, you already possess formidable strength. |
| Fair-Faced Youth: A | An endearing and beautiful youth. Both men and women will naturally feel favorable towards you upon seeing your face. Your captivating charm borders on the realm of "Fascination." Unfortunately, if your true identity as the Son of the White Dragon is revealed, not even the most handsome face can offset the innate disgust, right? This skill may transform when you reach adulthood.|
| Jet-Black Will: Unawakened | On this dark and barren field, it seems you have not yet found your path. |
| The Ultimate Lifeform: B | The juvenile Ultimate Lifeform has already begun to show its horns. As you age, your various stats will continue to rise. |
| A Quiet Life: E | *You greatly enjoy your current quiet life. However, your true potential is only unleashed when you are in the midst of a turbulent vortex. |
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