[The anticipated revelation of your identity has yet to arrive, and your life remains as tranquil and stable as ever.]
[As you exhale a sigh of relief, curiosity about the enigmatic Merlin intensifies within you.]
[This grand magus, scorned by Morgan and labeled as the scum of humanity, leaves you wondering whether he has failed to recognize your true self or is simply keeping his knowledge concealed. Could he possibly be engaged in trivial pursuits while neglecting significant matters?]
[For each additional day spent by Artoria's side, the influence from the son of the White Dragon deepens subtly. If Merlin remains indifferent, allowing his disciple to be taken away would be an irreversible mistake.]
[Nevertheless, whatever schemes he may be plotting, the magus's absence aligns more closely with your intentions.]
[Choosing a fertile plot from Sir Ector's fields in the outskirts, you embark on the preparations for your botanical research.]
[With thoughts of your own elderly and lonely father back home, your visits to Londinium become more frequent. Often, you bring carefully crafted gifts for Morgan. However, before each encounter, you discreetly remove the ring from your left hand.]
[The ring engraved with your name, intended as a gift for the witch, is meticulously packaged and concealed in the shadows.]
[Following British customs, reaching adulthood occurs at the age of fifteen. It seems the time for that has not yet arrived.]
[Pretending to be oblivious to Morgan's caring gestures during your journeys, the witch also feigns ignorance about the pledge ring you have carved for her.]
[In this unspoken ambiguity, the distance between you and Morgan draws closer.]
[However, your father, Vortigern... Every time you make a deliberate effort to visit him, he rarely stays within the castle.]
[Recently, the frequency of the Vile King's military campaigns has been escalating, yet they are not aimed at conquest. It appears he is urgently searching for something.]
[Upon inquiring Morgan, she seems to have vague suspicions.]
"I guess..." Morgan furrowed her brows slightly, "he wants to find the coordinates to the Anchor of the Planet."
"Anchor of the Planet..."
Hearing a concept he had never encountered before, Alvin couldn't help but ask, "What is that?"
"The laws of the world are not fixed but evolve with the ages," Morgan spoke softly.
"Since the beginning of the Common Era, the connection between humans and gods has been severed, marking the decline of the Age of Gods. The true ether on Gaia gradually receded back into the Inner Sea of the Planet. You are familiar with this knowledge, Alvin."
Alvin nodded.
Since his birth, Morgan had taught him many aspects of the Age of Gods' magical knowledge that he had never heard of at the Clock Tower.
In a universe where symmetry is considered beautiful, just as there is light, there is shadow, the world also has its reverse.
This reverse is the Inner Sea of the Planet.
It shares the same coordinates as reality but is an entirely different realm, said to be vibrant and picturesque, like a blooming garden.
It is also known as the Reverse Side of the World.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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