Flames.
The fire in the hearth crackled and burned.
Alvin's gaze flickered.
He found himself sitting in a chair.
Sitting in his incredibly familiar bedroom.
He faced the window of the castle tower.
Before him stretched the vast expanse of Britannia.
Birds sang joyfully.
Flowers smiled.
The sun hung high, nurturing all life.
Everything in the world seemed to thrive.
Just like this cloudless, bright sky, the heart of the young man couldn't be bound by anything.
The bright sunlight streamed through the window grille, warmly embracing him.
Like... his father's warm embrace.
Flames.
The fire in the hearth crackled and burned.
Alvin lowered his eyelids slightly, gazing at his palm.
The hand of a young boy, fair and tender.
On that smooth and delicate skin, there was no trace of blood.
Blood.
No... blood.
Was it... a dream?
So... was it a dream?
Alvin vaguely recalled dreaming of... a very fierce battle.
So fierce.
He was about to die.
But it was... a dream.
Too surreal, just a dream...
Flames.
The fire in the hearth crackled and burned.
Alvin raised his gaze to the window in front of him.
Bathed in the clear and pure sunlight, the land under the towering castle tower was radiant.
Looking at this beautiful scene.
The expression on the silver-haired youth's face was slightly dazed.
"Alvin, you seem distracted?"
Accompanied by the familiar, mellow voice of the old man from behind.
A rough hand, covered in scars and calluses, gently pressed on the boy's shoulder.
Alvin turned his head suddenly.
What met his eyes was the gentle smile on Vortigern's face.
"Father..."
He called out softly, somewhat too lightly.
Lightly, as if afraid of scaring something away.
However...
...There was no response.
The smiling silver-haired old man fell into a strange and silent silence.
Like a clockwork doll running out of gears, the expression on his face quickly melted away, becoming as cold as ice.
In Alvin's field of vision.
Blood slowly oozed from Vortigern's seven orifices.
The figure of the silver-haired old man collapsed like a pile of ashes, leaving no trace behind, like sand washed away by the tide.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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