Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[54] Alvin Pendragon

King Vortigern.

His sturdy figure with silver hair, had his eyes closed. His expression, calm and indifferent, exuded a silent but imposing aura as he sat on the throne in the castle's grand hall.

A thick mist, as crimson as blood, crystallized and extended from the ground, enveloping almost half of his body.

Vortigern's spirit penetrated into the inner sea of the planet, and what remained in Londinium was now his physical form.

Beside this throne.

A silver-haired youth, draped in dark armor, stood quietly by his father's side.

Despite it being noon, sunlight streamed in from the dome's sides, illuminating him. However, it failed to reflect any bright colors from his body.

He seemed like a black hole.

Whether sunlight or gazes, he crazily absorbed every bit of light in the world.

Oppression...

An intense feeling of oppression covered the hearts of everyone present.

Standing in front of him.

It felt as if they were tightly gripped by some deep, invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.

His iron-gray eyes were slightly lowered.

The silver-haired youth coldly looked down.

Looking down on the generals under the steps who dared not to breathe.

Interesting.

Alvin expected there would be few people, but he didn't expect it to be this few.

The Saxon people and Vortigern were not on the same page. Sitting together on a boat was merely a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Vortigern treated them as tools, and they were happy to be treated that way, benefiting each other.

However, that was in the past.

For more than twenty years, the saxon people had branched out on this island, and internal stratification had begun among them.

If you wanted people to sacrifice their lives, you had to reward them based on their merits.

So, similar to the feudal system of ennoblement and land grants, Vortigern began ennobling and granting lands to stabilize military morale, establishing the current Saxon kingdom.

With a structure in place, it was easier to govern and continuously absorb the various foreign tribes that came overseas.

Although Vortigern's vision was limited to the current era, Alvin understood that his father was already extremely outstanding as a tool user.

However...

If the former King was still here, he could suppress these barbarians.

Now that he was gone, the hearts of the foreign tribes seemed to be getting a bit restless.

The surging blood light filled the sky and could not be concealed.

The Celts had already heard rumors... Vortigern had gone to extract the Anchor of the Planet, and it was unknown how long it would take... or if he could return.

So.

Most of the nobles, abruptly learning about Alvin becoming the king, chose to stay and watch, using the excuse of the intense situation on the front line to avoid returning.

Now rushing back to Londinium, only a small number of generals seemed to be more active in their thinking... most of them had not yet received their own territories.