"Impossible to succeed... Why do you say that?" Alvin discerned a sense of pity in Morgan's words.

If even the witch of Britannia said so, then the failure of his old man was almost inevitable. What was the reason behind the persistence of his old man?

"To shake the anchored laws of the world with the Anchor of the Planet is incredibly difficult, even for the White Dragon..."

"Let me put it this way, such an important thing cannot be without protection."

"On the island, there is no one now who can match Vortigern. However, in the Inner Sea of the Planet, your father cannot obtain the bonus of the Britannian land, so just passing the hurdle of Lady of the Lake will be challenging for him."

"Even if, by some stroke of luck, he manages to obtain the Anchor of the Planet, removing it requires unlocking the restraints above..."

"That is a seal engraved by the will of the world. Think about it... Can a guy like him, who is trying to interfere with the decline of the Age of Gods, gain the world's recognition?"

Saying this, the witch of Britannia sighed softly.

She didn't care about the return of the Age of Gods. Unless the world was completely destroyed, as long as Mana did not dry up, whether the Age of Gods declined or not wouldn't shake the foundation of someone like Morgan.

For high-level magus like them, whether or not there was an Age of Gods didn't make much difference.

Alvin's ultimate life form body was the same.

As long as he wanted to live, the young man almost had a lifespan as long as the earth.

"So, I advise you to stay away from your father a bit, Alvin."

"There are no wrong names, only inappropriate nicknames, he is, after all, a madman with the name of the 'Demonic Dragon.'"

"The usual kind and friendly appearance, let me tell you, only happens when he talks to you..."

The witch's words faded like lingering embers.

Alvin chuckled helplessly.

What the witch in front of him was not aware of was... she would only be so chatty when talking to him.

"Let's set aside such depressing topics for now. I have something important I want to share with you."

Looking at the serious expression on the silver-haired youth's face.

The witch's heart couldn't help but beat a bit faster.

She knew that Alvin had carved a ring for her.

Important matter... Could it be that he wants to propose to her?!

'No, no! Alvin, you are still so young! And this is so sudden! How can anyone refuse this...!'

Nervous.

The heartbeat accelerated.

Should she do it? Now? Right here?

Did she mess up her makeup?

"I met the Son of the Red Dragon."

"No choice, I'll reluctantly accept... Eh?! Ah! So it's not that..." The witch's blushing expression froze for a moment.

In the midst of disappointment mixed with relief, she covered her chest and exhaled a long breath.

"I thought you were-... wait, what did you just say?!"

The brain, clogged with wild thoughts, finally realized the content of the young man's words.

Morgan's expression suddenly became lively.

"I met your dear sister," Alvin repeated, "alive and in a female form."

"You actually met my dear sister... like this..."

As her gaze became somewhat trance-like with memories, Morgan's tone also appeared to be somewhat mixed.

"Because of that Merlin's interference, I tried searching for a long time and got no results..."

"It's no coincidence. It's probably because the Dragon's blood in conflict attracts each other..."

His Dragon's blood feels like a substitute envoy.

"Yes, her current name is Artorius. I met her disguised as a man in the Essex region to the east."

"Disguised as a man... Well, I understand. It's Merlin's style, always playing tricks."

When it came to this scum of Britannia, Morgan's expression was somewhat gnashing of teeth.

When Uther first proposed the concept of the Artificial King, she saw this damn white-haired fellow so happy that he ran around inside the city of Londinium as if he had found some long-lost great fun.

Damn it, what did Uther and this guy take her mother for...!

However, looking at the silver-haired youth in front of her, the witch's clenched palms eased slightly.

This revenge would be repaid sooner or later. Without a doubt, she had already proven through her actions that her magecraft was more advanced than Merlin's, producing more outstanding works.

No...

Alvin was not a work.

He was a living, breathing life.

A child created by pouring in love.

However, thinking of that sister, who had taken away her throne, her unknown younger sister.

Due to resentment towards Uther's favoritism, Morgan had once harbored hatred.

But in the time spent with Alvin, these resentments... seemed to have dissipated long ago.

From understanding how to give love to receiving it.

At this moment, Morgan, towards the feelings Artoria held, was not so much hatred...

It was more like... pity.

Just like herself.

She, too, had never received Uther's love and was only treated as a useful tool.

Thinking about it, Morgan couldn't help but ask with a somewhat complex expression.

"...How is she now?"

"Eating well, growing healthy and strong."

Alvin recalled Artoria's bottomless stomach, and a slight cold sweat formed for Britannia's future.

"Undoubtedly has the potential to be a king, but her ideology is still too naive."

"Of course, even without using my brain, I know what Merlin teaches her every day," Morgan chuckled.

"Nothing more than some dull, lofty rhetoric about being a king. He doesn't act like a human himself and still wants to teach others to become a king. How ridiculous."

"Not acting like a human... Could it be that Merlin is also a dragon?"

The dragons in Britannia seem to be everywhere.

"Dragon? That guy is a half-incubus, doesn't understand any human emotions. It's more accurate to say that he has no interest in anything except having fun."

Got it, so he's a forgetful pleasure-seeker.

Realizing this, Alvin heard the witch add with a sneer.

"If you see him, Alvin, remember to protect yourself. Don't think there's a chance to kill him, what Magus of Flowers... That waste has first-class abilities when it comes to running away."

It's a coincidence.

His best skill is also escaping, so it seems they are evenly matched.

With such a candid evaluation of Merlin from Morgan, Alvin engraved it in his heart.

"As for my sister... What do you think, Alvin?"

"Artoria..."

Alvin pondered for a moment.

"If possible, I would like to avoid becoming enemies with her. To put it this way, it may sound a bit fanciful, but I think it's a great opportunity, if we can change Artoria's perspective and have her join our side, it would be a fatal blow to Uther and Merlin."

"No wonder you are my disciple..."

The witch listened and her mood became pleasant. A curve appeared involuntarily at the corner of her mouth.

Indeed, Alvin, easily thinking of such a perfect plan!

Yes.

Just defeating the Red Dragon with force was not enough. Overcoming setbacks to become a king was essential.

To truly strike at the arrogant hearts of Uther and Merlin, nothing was more insulting than having the Red Dragon defect to the side of the White Dragon!

"But this kind of thing is not easy. How do you plan to do it specifically?"

"The great desires of man, the love of food and sex, are the same for dragons."

The silver-haired youth paused, smiling.

"So, it's very simple..."

"...Make her fall in love with me."

"...?"

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