6 [6] Alvin Pendragon
[Under Morgan's guidance and care, you began a peaceful upbringing within King Vortigern's castle.]
[Talent Ultimate Life Form awakened: You are the ultimate life form, gathering the blood of the Britannian phantasmal species. As you age, your attributes, the quality of magic circuits, and your affinity for magic will spontaneously improve. The perfect ultimate life form has no weaknesses, thus all special attack effects are weakened against you.]
[As you gradually grow, the maturity and astonishing intelligence you display far surpass your peers, leaving even Morgan amazed.]
[Like a waterlogged sponge, you absorb madly the magecraft knowledge she imparts to you. Various ingenious ideas based on modern magecraft thinking also benefit Morgan greatly.]
"Due to the decline of the age of gods, the true ether of Britannia is gradually diminishing. Therefore, future magecraft construction must focus on the efficient use of magical energt and seek miniaturization, refinement, and engraving of magecraft? A forward-thinking idea, Alvin..."
In the luxurious bedroom of the castle, adorned with dazzling crystal chandeliers and smooth porcelain tiles, a slightly immature yet handsome silver-haired young man stood before the veiled witch. In the palm of his hand, he held a constantly changing shadow, taking various forms.
"Mana Burst, your attribute has awakened..."
Morgan stared at the dark magic in the young man's hand, somewhat mesmerized.
A scene with a strong sense of déjà vu.
...It's almost identical to her past.
"Is it a coincidence..." Morgan murmured softly to herself, "It's the ominous shadow..."
"Ominous? Why would you say that?"
The silver-haired youth asked with curiosity.
"I think magical attributes have no distinction of superiority, it's only a matter of application."
Morgan, upon hearing this, shook her head expressionlessly.
"A magic attribute similar to mine is not a good thing, Alvin."
Human nature tends toward light and fears the shadows. Essentially, they all fear the unknown. Therefore, to the public, unseeable shadows symbolize ominous disaster.
Explaining that magical attributes are without distinction is useless, people will instinctively vote. A commoner without guilt can bear the sins of the mighty.
She has already proven this with her unfortunate experience.
"Not a good thing...?"
"However, precisely because I awakened the same attribute as you, I feel especially happy."
Morgan was startled. "...Why?"
"Because this darkness makes me feel like I'm close to you at all times."
As the words fell, the Britanian witch seemed a bit dazed.
The noonday sun cast its brilliance through the window grilles, painting a layer of dazzling color on the contours of the youth in this luxurious bedroom.
Through the black veil, Morgan gazed at the warm smile on the silver-haired youth's face, radiant like the warm sunlight in winter... a sunlight that the dark witch had never bathed in.
Strange.
...So strange.
Why would someone be so gentle to an ominous witch?
She should distance herself, communicate in the coldest tone...
Dislike, resentment, avoidance, disdain...
That would be appropriate...
Incomprehensible.
Incomprehensible.
The witch named Morgan Le Fay has never experienced someone being so close to her in her life.
In those clear eyes, there is no trace of disgust, disdain, or mockery, only unreserved, sincere warmth from the heart.
The sincerity that the dark witch finds difficult to face.
...Heartbeat is so fast.
Don't know how to respond to this palpitation.
It feels as if a strange, sticky liquid is flowing out of her body, making her chest feel uncomfortable.
Morgan looked away in confusion, not daring to look at the young silver-haired man's face again.
"Today's lesson ends here, Alvin! I need to study the magical miniaturization concept you proposed. From now on, you, you should practice on your own, remember not to be lazy...!"
Almost as if fleeing for her life.
The witch, with a blush on her face, hurriedly walked out of the bedroom, unable to face her disciple.
Watching Morgan's disheveled steps disappear behind the palace door.
Reinhard clicked his tongue and slowly withdrew his gaze.
"Cute when being tsundere."
Really can't resist the charm of a tsundere witch.
It appears even more adorable.
Although the attribute of tsundere has already faded in the modern era.
But now is the medieval period, and it still belongs to the ultimate version of tsundere!
So, Morgan is the number one!!!
Unfortunately, despite the relationship and the fact of teaching.
Morgan does not allow Reinhard to address her as a sister or teacher, emphasizing that calling her by her name is enough.
Perhaps this is a unique reserve of witches, attempting to achieve alienation through this method.
Her tsundere nature is evident.
But Reinhard insists on using honorifics, and Morgan, unable to resist, allows him to do so.
After eight years of daily companionship.
Reinhard has already thoroughly understood the temper of this witch.
In summary, tsundere and lacking love...
Through the fragments between the lines of their usual conversations, one can glimpse her heart-wrenching past, which is known as 'beautiful and strong but miserable,' right?
Not to mention, the veil, crop top, suspenders... The witch's epoch-making aesthetics hit Reinhard's preferences head-on!
Black stockings are a good civilization!
Although it is tempting to complain about where suspenders came from in the medieval period, Morgan's thighs peeking out from under the skirt often distract Reinhard's attention. But... when it comes to a beautiful girl, things don't need to be so clear!
Wait a minute.
...Is this witch, really a girl?
Although it's not convenient to ask a witch's age, judging from the age of his cheap old man Vortigern, Morgan should be in her forties at least...
Isn't this just a pure big-age pure and innocent beautiful woman?
With this in mind, it suddenly feels more alluring!
To go big, go all the way!
Facing the temptation from a shota, it's easy to be at a loss, so cute.
Reinhard can naturally see the turmoil in Morgan's heart.
Like the way her thighs touched upon Reinhard's preferences, the younger is also the ultimate good ball zone for the older beautiful woman.
Perhaps because his face has provided some assist bonus?
Thinking like this.
Reinhard couldn't help but look at the full-length mirror placed in the bedroom.
In the mirror, the slightly immature but already handsome silver-haired young man tilted his gaze, facing each other.
The skin is delicate and fair, almost comparable to that of a newborn baby. Feather-like eyelashes half-cover the ash-gray eyes, and the dazzling irises seem to have continuous patterns radiating within them.
If someone were to gaze directly into the youth's pupils under sunlight, they would discover that there seemed to be exotic feathered flowers slowly blooming within.
In simple terms: he looks very handsome and is highly relatable.
If Reinhard himself were a fan of younger individuals, he would undoubtedly find it challenging to resist such a beautiful and youthful face.
After all, as the foundational character for the ultimate antagonist, he was quite reliable in terms of charm.
Looking at this face, which could exceeded his own appearance in his previous life, Reinhard felt very satisfied.
Since the start of this simulation, he had transformed from a newborn baby into the silver-haired youth he is today.
Even though it could be said that he had changed bodies, manipulating it didn't feel cumbersome at all. It was as if he was using his original body, smooth and seamless.
Although it was just a few simple summaries in the simulation, it felt as if he had genuinely experienced the time from birth until now. Those childhood scenes were still vivid in Reinhard's mind.
Perhaps due to the simulator's effect, this new life did not mix with the original memories.
The days of the youth were neatly stored in the palace of his thoughts, like books ready for him to read at any time.
He was still Reinhard, without a doubt.
However, in this simulated scenario, his current name was Alvin Pendragon.
So let's start calling him Alvin for now, to avoid any confusion.
He was the only son of the notorious King Vortigern, the evil ruler reigning over present-day Great Britain.
His birth remained unknown to the world because, in today's Great Britain, Vortigern was the ultimate villain, despised by everyone. The despicable king, referred to as the Vile King, was a well-known derogatory term.
He introduced the Saxons, savages, who invaded the homes of the Celtic people, instigating a rebellion and seizing the throne from his own brother... The crimes committed by this Vile King were numerous and could hardly be listed. He deserved the death penalty.
Therefore, for Alvin, the son of the White Dragon, there was no chance of having a good reputation. Once it was known that he was Vortigern's offspring, he would inevitably be labeled as a major villain, essentially starting with full hatred in a hellish scenario.
Looking at the fortress city of Londinium outside the window, the vast and majestic buildings surrounding the castle were no less magnificent than any famous landmarks in the future.
Alvin was quite impressed by the grandeur of this landscape. During his studies at the Clock Tower, he had been racing against time and didn't have the leisure for tourism. He wondered if he would have the chance to see the ruins of this city in the future?
"The Britain in the fifth century..."
After these eight years.
Alvin naturally already knew what era he was in now in the moonlit world, and he understood who his destined opponent was.
Merlin, King Uther's court magus, made a prophecy three years ago:
"Uther's successor has been chosen, and the son of the Red Dragon of Britain will inevitably pull out the Sword of Selection, leading the gathered Knights of the Round Table to overthrow the cruel rule of the Vile King!"
This explosive news spread like wildfire, causing today's Great Britain to boil like a hot porridge.
Everyone hoped that they were the savior knight, who would wield the Sword of Selection, defeat the evil King Vortigern, and restore clarity to Britannia.
Alvin, as the son of the White Dragon, was the villain who would be defeated. And the enemy he was about to face was naturally...
The destined Red Dragon's son, King Arthur.
Or rather, the more familiar name...
Artoria Pendragon.
How did he, a common passerby and a mediocre magus, end up becoming the fallen soul beneath Saber's sword?
But looking at his character panel, Alvin understood that he might not necessarily lose.
[Name: Alvin Pendragon
Strength: B+
Endurance: C
Agility: B
Mana: B
Luck: E
Noble Phantasm: ?
Magic Resistance: B
The divine phantasmal species blood has manifested in you. Without the release of modern magecraft using true ether, it is challenging to have any effect on you.
Riding: A
Learned exceptional riding skills through a combination of modern knowledge and the divine phantasmal species blood. Whether it's modern vehicles, magical beasts, or phantasmal species, you can easily control them.
Mana Burst (Shadow): B
A skill that strengthens weapons and the body by releasing mana. Due to its nature, you can easily manipulate shadows. Using this skill during the day will increase consumption, making nighttime battles more advantageous for you. Attacks made through flowing shadows, as a medium, are not only silent but also pervasive.
Brute Strength: B
Basic ability of possessing the phantasmal species blood, a skill that enhances one's strength. Even in the juvenile stage, you already possess considerable brute strength.
Beautiful Youth: A
A lovable, beautiful youth. This face naturally evokes goodwill from both men and women, bordering on the realm of 'charm.' Unfortunately, if people know your true identity as the son of the White Dragon, even the most handsome face won't counteract the inherent aversion.
This skill may undergo a transformation after you reach adulthood.
Dark Will: Not Awakened
Upon this pitch-black, desolate wilderness, you seem to have not found your path yet.
Ultimate Life Form: B
The juvenile ultimate life form has already shown its formidable appearance. As you age, all your attributes will continue to improve.
Peaceful Life: E
You fully enjoy the current peaceful life, but your true potential can only be unlocked when in the midst of turmoil.]
