Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[44] Step Forward and Face Your Death

Even if exposed, what did it matter?

Merlin remained unmoved.

When he employed his cunning tactics, he was mentally prepared to be exposed one day. Illusions, by their nature, left no traces. As a master of illusions, Merlin was adept at leaving no evidence behind. So, Merlin was highly confident that Alvin had no proof. Moreover, this fellow had a fatal weakness...

A misty vapor emanated from the incubus's deep purple eyes. He had long confirmed with Clairvoyance that the forces of the Vile King had not laid an ambush nearby, and even Vortigern himself did not come.

However, Morgan, also a great magus, was not as easily detected as Merlin. But at least incubus could judge whether she was nearby or not.

Merlin, upon receiving the results, couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.

"I originally thought you had some incredible reliance..."

"But, to my amazement, Alvin... you actually dared to appear here alone."

"Could it be that the madwoman followed you here? Is she your trump card? However, she definitely isn't within a twenty-mile radius, and it will take some time for her to arrive if she intends to come."

"If you leave now, return the chosen sword, I can pretend you never appeared, Alvin."

The situation gradually fell into Merlin's control. Consequently, his words began to soften accordingly.

On Incubus's face, that disdainful smile appeared, making Alvin feel disgusted.

"Otherwise, if I expose your identity here and now, do you think, within this circle of thousands of knights, you can walk out?"

"Merlin... don't..."

Artoria's anxious voice interrupted.

The girl's gaze moved back and forth between the two, feeling as if her brain had turned into a twisted mess.

Lies, truths...

It was impossible to distinguish.

Not to mention, both sides were people of great importance to her, and she was unwilling to doubt either party's honesty.

How could she make a choice?

Even if she made a choice, how could she be certain that her choice was right?

Her thin lips trembled, her palms clenched into fists, nails deeply embedded in the flesh. Her breathing became rapid and oppressive, as if something heavy was pressing on her chest.

Artoria didn't know what to do or how to proceed.

In her entire life, she had never faced such a perplexing and helpless situation.

Hesitation, uncertainty, dilemma...

Pain.

The Knights of the Round Table were silent and stagnant.

Kay sighed faintly.

Gawain even crunched the hilt of his sword until his knuckles made cracking sounds.

He couldn't understand the relationship between Artoria and the guy in front of him, which could cause her such great distress.

In the midst of this complicated brewing, Merlin's mood became increasingly gloomy.

Ah... the state of everyone's hearts, everyone's tension, emitted a fragrant, rich aroma.

Merlin felt that he already had the victory in his hands.