20 [20] Kay

[The dissuasion from the younger sister did not have any effect on the battle between men. On the contrary, it seemed to further stimulate his quarrelsome spirits.]

[Thus, with wooden swords against a steel one, you directly brought down this youth to the point where he could barely straighten his back.]

[Looking at the golden-haired youth lying breathless on the grass, he felt thoroughly bullied by you. ]

[Watching this guy in a miserable state.]

[Holding onto the belief of killing the heart, not the body, you extended your palm toward him.]

[You could see that his body surrendered, but his heart did not. After turning away your hand, he struggled to get up on his own.]

[Under the scorching sun, both on the body and the heart, this fight was making everyone a bit parched.]

[Thinking about this, you, like Doraemon, reached into the shadow and took out a cup of fruit wine, handing it to him.]

[Giving a nod to his adoptive sister, the blond youth reluctantly took it over, frowned, took a small sip, and then revealed a surprised expression.]

[Brewed with magecraft to control the temperature, this drink was naturally incomparable to the crude brewing techniques of this British village.]

"Good wine when friends come, if the wolves come, welcome them with light cannons..."

[Humming a strange exotic tune, you helped pick up the lunchbox the young man had dropped on the ground, looking at the rough dry food inside and feeling a bit choked.]

[King Arthur at home... eats this?]

"Well, I found the reason why they don't understand human hearts."

[This nutritional standard, no wonder it's so flat.]

[For certain special reasons, and since you didn't manage to eat enough... although it was still high noon, as a Londoner, it didn't hinder you from having a proper afternoon tea.]

[You took out all the remaining stock from the shadow and built a new barbecue grill on the spot.]

[You then headed to the nearby stream, as fishing, a job that required both strength and precision, was useless if you only had brute strength. As the ultimate life form, your agile nerves and actions were beyond what these fishing amateurs could reach.]

[Soon, with the expressions of the siblings swallowing their saliva, you returned with a basket full of wild fish.]

"...Sir Alvin, where did you learn this mountain and water skill?"

"Bear Grylls, Britain's wilderness survival expert."

21st-century Great Britain is still Great Britain, no problem.

Although they had never heard of this name, Artoria and her brother still showed great respect for this expert.

[Your skillful grilling technique fascinated even magical creatures, and it was a piece of cake to captivate these rural knights' taste buds. They were naturally at your mercy.]

[After a satisfying meal and an opportunity to chat while drinking, you quickly learned that the golden-haired youth who came up for a beating was named Kay, Artoria's older brother.]

"Oh, it turns out it's like this... Sorry, sorry, I spoke too loudly before. Alvin, you are my friend from now on. Let me cover you!"

The golden-haired youth laughed heartily, but...

Weren't you going to be my old man? How did you suddenly become my friend?

Looking at this Artoria's foster brother, Kay, if he wasn't compared to the humanoid dragon like Alvin and Artoria, his combat skill were actually outstanding among peers. Now, he had even obtained the formal title of a knight.

Gazing across the entire Essex County, such an existence was indeed rare.

Unfortunately, the value of this name seemed to be not very high. After all, he couldn't perform divination, nor could he deal 50% extra damage in one-on-one combat.

Through the exchange, Alvin naturally could see that Kay was not a bad guy. He was just straightforward and outspoken, consistently true to himself.

In other words, the typical guy who will insult you to your face.

However, Alvin, was far superior in skills compared to Kay, who was constantly influenced by the modern day. His ability to spray enemies four at a time was unparalleled.

Don't underestimate the foul language, hiding words is an art.

"I seem to have heard you, Kay, calling Artorius as... Lily?"

Tapping the wine glass, Alvin knowingly asked,

"That sounds like the name of a cute girl, doesn't it?"

"Well..."

Kay showed an awkward expression, glanced at his sister with tightly pursed lips.

This was the trouble caused by his big mouth, so he could only explain it hard.

"Lily, yes! Lily! It's just a nickname for my dear brother..."

"I see, your relationship as brothers is really good."

Merlin's magecraft was not so easy to decipher, so when this statement came out, Kay, who understood this point, knew that Alvin was still in the dark.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Although that white-haired guy kept mixing eating and waiting to die and never intermittently hesitated, he was still the great magus by Uther's side.

This illusion skill had an outstanding effect.

However...

Upon closer inspection, the silver-haired Alvin indeed looked so charming... How could there be such a guy with a face that broke all the rules? Could it be that he really half-incubus like Merlin?

After all... Merlin with that white hair, Kay naturally knew that the guy was always fooling around and not doing serious work, but he could attract beautiful women. It was all thanks to his half-incubus face.

Thinking of Merlin, Kay couldn't help but feel envious and jealous.

...Not to mention Lily.

Looking at the silver-haired boy in front of him, he couldn't help but find it hard to look away.

Tsk, Kay considered himself normal in orientation, he undoubtedly liked women, preferably those very hot ones.

Anyway, Lily's disguise couldn't be exposed, and having a sparring partner who was skilled with a sword was undoubtedly a good thing.

Thinking like this, Kay couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed.

As the older brother, he couldn't beat his own sister and could only say that he was willing but unable to perform the role of a sparring partner.

There was no way. After all, humans couldn't compare with dragons.

So, how did this guy, who could beat Lily so badly, even more monstrous than monsters, appear out of nowhere?

"Asking in this way might be a bit presumptuous, but I wonder about Alvin's family background..."

As the words fell silent, the scene suddenly became somewhat stagnant.

After a while, the silver-haired boy spoke in a low voice.

"Now... Britain is my home."

Saying this.

The young man lowered his eyelids somewhat sadly.

Although he had learned to instinctively conceal his race aura, Alvin couldn't be sure if Merlin had taught him the magecraft to detect lies.

Therefore, he didn't give a direct answer to this question.

Even so...

These profound words were already enough.

An exceptionally stunning appearance could often overshadow all other shortcomings, and even a simple dress could inject soul into it.

Because everyone was looking at the face, no one would usually care about what Alvin was wearing. However, if you observed carefully, you could find that the silver-haired youth's clothes were very simple, with the usual style of civilians, light and practical, with quite a few sewn patches.

This was by no means something a nobleman could tolerate.

Even if he was a nobleman, he could only be a destitute and fallen... only son.

Yes...

If there were still family members to take care of him, who would let an eleven-year-old boy go alone to crusade against ruthless mountain bandits and monsters?

This kind of talented teenager, which aristocratic family wouldn't cherish him like a treasure? Not to mention his face, just this combat talent was a natural genius. If he died prematurely, it would be a huge loss...

Those exquisite survival skills in the wild, how did the boy master them... were self-evident.

Looking at Alvin's dim, ashy eyes.

Although he was still eating someone else's grilled fish and drinking someone else's fine wine, he still initially wanted to discipline this young man.

Kay couldn't help but feel that he really wasn't a decent person...