[Stepping out of the spiral staircase in the underground, everything seen and heard before felt like a hazy dream.]
[You chatted and laughed with your father and the witch, yet the atmosphere in the banquet hall remained somewhat stagnant and silent.]
[He had understood your beliefs and comprehended your determination, but he still couldn't accept it. What father could watch his child embark on such a perilous path, challenging the world itself.]
[However, Vortigern knew he couldn't stop you, the stubborn individual with wings. A bitter smile, reminiscent of an old father, hung on his face as he closed his eyes, remaining silent.]
[With age comes a decline in appetite. Even though you personally prepared the meal, your old man found himself unable to eat.]
[You beckoned, and a broken wooden sword instantly flew through the air, effortlessly erasing the cracks with a casual swipe of your hand.]
[It was the sword you and Vortigern often practiced with during your childhood.]
[Preserved with great care by you.]
["Old man not feeling up to the meal, how about loosening up those joints a bit?"]
[You suggested, lifting the sword and pointing it at your father, Vortigern.]
[Facing your provocation, Vortigern gazed at the mottled marks on the wooden sword, chuckling with a hint of dumbfoundedness.]
["Seems like there's been a lack of discipline... otherwise, it wouldn't have come to this. Let me properly discipline you today, Alvin!"]
[The candlelight dimmed for a moment.]
[The light-devouring Dragon slowly stood up...]
"Perhaps, Father shouldn't have let you practice swordsmanship."
The robust figure of an old man stood on the combat field, holding a wooden sword. His hands naturally hung down, and his whole body exuded a suppressed aura, towering like an unmovable earth.
"There's no regret medicine in this world, old man."
Alvin held the sword high with one hand, facing Vortigern with a sideways stance that seemed full of flaws.
"Using the sword posture I taught you, thinking you can surpass me? You're too arrogant, my son. Besides strengthening your weapon, I'll teach you a lesson without using magecraft."
"No magecraft? Old man, you're still playing tough. Arrogant or not, give it a try, old man."
"Then I'll test your mettle, Alvin."
As the words fell silent, King Vortigern took a step forward.
Thud!
Despite being an incredibly casual movement, it suddenly produced a heavy roar. The step seemed to hit not on the training ground but in the depths of a person's heart.
Crushed stones scattered, and the massive figure of the old man vanished in an instant. At the same moment, a ferocious slash, almost making a sound of breaking the wind, abruptly aimed at the silver-haired youth's neck...
Then, it passed through!
Vortigern's strike only hit the afterimage of Alvin.
Without any warning.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
FanfictionGetting Isekai'd to another world is indeed awesome, especially embarking on an adventure as a hero to defeat the Demon King, who turns out to be a woman, and making her part of your harem. It is truly the dream of millions of people hoping to be Is...
