Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[49] He Won't Die, My Heart is Unsettled

"..."

The knights silently gazed at the sudden appearance of the magus of flowers.

Merlin's proposed tactics were tempting, but no one dared to agree.

Because, they have witnessed the invincibility of the Son of the White Dragon.

"Oh, so you're all hesitating..."

Merlin was not surprised at all.

"Dear knights, do you all not know what happened before?"

The magus smiled.

In his deep purple eyes, there flickered a mysterious and unpredictable light.

There was no trace of resentment on his face, which had been scarred by Alvin's actions. Instead, an excessive sense of joy overflowed, causing the magician's body to tremble.

Ah... the brain is trembling!

Yes, the half-incubus noticed something very interesting.

"Alvin Pendragon."

"Your luck is truly bad..."

"Dear knights, did you all hear what he said? He originally planned to kill all of you."

"And, it's not a lie~"

Merlin hummed a joyful tune, smiling with a smirk, saying words that sent shivers down the knights' spines.

"...After harboring overwhelming killing intent, once Gawain intervened, he was planning to use that opportunity to kill all of you and directly take Artoria away!"

"But... that woman appeared."

"Such an ordinary, common woman ran out and pleaded for him."

"So, he softened..."

"That made his heart, waver."

"The attack was deflected by Gawain, and the appearance of that woman..."

Merlin laughed brightly, excitedly.

"...That is, fate is protecting us from the shadows!"

"Because we are on the right side, fortune is not on his side! His existence itself is being opposed by the will of this entire world!"

"This lets you, dear knights, survive~?"

"But, do you think it will end like this? No! Everyone has no way to retreat. The rise of the Son of the White Dragon will destroy everything you cherish and want to protect!"

"Witness it... the future that lacks any brilliance, a despairing future..."

The half-incubus suddenly opened his arms.

As colorful petals fell from the sky.

A burst of dazzling colors, like a dream, spread from the magus's center, enveloping all the knights in the square.

It was an incredibly realistic dream...

Crimson moonlight poured down, not brighter than the color of the earth.

Carrion crows circled in the sky, the deep sky rich as blood, and the crimson eerie moon seemed to open vertical pupils, gazing at the land of Britain.

Rivers, lakes, and a sea of bloody confluence.

Corrupt soil irrigated by black blood, an endless battlefield piled with lives.

Standing on a hill made of stacked corpses, the Son of the White Dragon, raised its head under the blood moon, emitting a thunderous roar...