14 [14] As Antagonist, Making Protagonist Fall is Basic, Right?
"What did you say...?"
"Artorius."
The sequence of quite familiar syllables caused Alvin's brain to be suddenly flooded with a sensation akin to an electric shock.
Details that were subconsciously ignored by his thoughts resurfaced, and a golden strand of hair, swaying in the wind, suddenly became remarkably conspicuous.
The magic resistance of an ultimate life form lifted the subtle veil that had clouded Alvin's awareness.
Artorius...
Artoria.
In the instant of realizing this connection, the obstructive sensation, like seeing flowers through mist, vanished without a trace.
Looking up at this orthodox Saber face, Alvin finally realized that he had encountered an unmistakable authentic version of the iconic ahoge!
He is super... stunned!
So that's it...
The predetermined as archenemies in the prophecy, the red dragon and white dragon of Britain were destined to clash in this lifetime.
Finally he found out why he went crazy before to the point where he changed his preference from women to men, apparently, the youth in front of him was Saber this world.
Alvin found a rational explanation for his emotional turmoil.
However, this couldn't change the fact that he seemed like a male tsundere.
...Painful, too painful!
The golden-haired youth's face, like the remembered countenance of King Arthur, was soft yet resolute.
How could King Arthur be a woman... Even the cold-blooded killer Emiya Kiritsugu would find such an exaggerated setup worthy of complaint.
So, in his world, Saber is a male?
Indeed, it made sense, but...
Why on earth?!
Originally simulating the Britain of the 5th century, the thought of meeting the living Artoria once excited Alvin. After all, within the vast sea of waifus, Artoria's strength, determination, and enlightenment were indeed eye-catching, like a star.
But more importantly... she was a blond, strand-of-hair tsundere beauty, with a delicate figure and an overall appealing appearance.
"Damn it! System, give me back my waifu!"
Just thinking about having to engage in a literal, powerful fencing duel with this youth in the future, Alvin felt that his prospects were bleak and dull.
Ah, this is the retribution for cause and effect, isn't it...
After shattering the illusion for the other party, it was Alvin's turn to experience heartbreak immediately.
Looking at the handsome golden-haired youth before him, Alvin let out a long sigh.
Who the hell wants the male to fall into darkness...
On the other side, after barely uttering his own name, Artorius saw Alvin's expression change, fluctuating between gloom and brightness. Finally, she let out a faint sigh, covering her face as if feeling somewhat disheartened, and sat in the wheat field...
Well, it seemed like his own immaturity had troubled him.
Yes, if he were in the other person's shoes, he wouldn't appreciate these almost sarcastic praises.
"Sorry, Sir Alvin. The wheat field is dirty and messy. Please get up quickly, so as not to soil your clothes..."
Looking at the hand reaching out to him, the fair skin of the arm was so delicate it almost resembled that of a woman. Alvin couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
No... that's not right!
His thoughts, like gears clicking into place, realized the further sense of dissonance.
His perception was still being influenced...
To the extent that he overlooked the most obvious possibility!
Rubbing his forehead, Alvin quickly categorized and cleared the chaotic thoughts. He then firmly grasped the offered hand, slowly standing up. The softness of the skin in the palm of his hand confirmed Alvin's speculation.
Lifting his gaze, he scrutinized Artorius before him once again, now with a god-like perspective. At this moment, it was easy to detect those... almost glaring clues. Although there were no signs of femininity in terms of body curves or neutral voice, the excessively gentle jawline and the soft touch of the hand's skin still betrayed her true gender!
So that's it... So that's it...
The original Saber setting was actually a cross-dressing village girl...
No wonder she shared the same face as a certain Orleans village girl.
Just as Radagon is to Marika, Artorius is to Artoria!
The moonlit world is quite interesting, isn't it?
As a bystander, Alvin finally understood the well-known secret of this veteran the moonlit world fan. He let out a long breath.
Thank goodness, he wasn't truly a male tsundere. That was close to shaking his heart.
Rather, after discovering such a truth...
The impulse to make her fall into darkness became even stronger!
How should he put it? He was designated as the ultimate antagonist with full of evil deeds.
As King Arthur, Artoria, was undoubtedly the protagonist of Britannia.
As an antagonist, making the protagonist fall, isn't that a basic operation?
Alvin's mind sparked with interesting thoughts.
Yes.
To prove that the simulation wasn't a predetermined loop, the simplest way was to break the established historical facts and stir the trajectory of the era into chaos. For example... corrupting the pure and innocent Artoria.
Perhaps adding a lifelong regret?
Although... it might be more effective to kill her immediately here, making fate deviate even more.
But, could he really kill her?
Alvin had doubts about that.
Putting aside the absolute defense of Avalon, the future King Arthur was an artificial son of the Red Dragon, a non-human being of the same level as himself. Even if he were to shatter her heart, it didn't necessarily mean she would die.
Moreover, just like his witch elder sister.
Serving under Uther, that legendary magus of flowers Merlin, it was hard to believe that she wasn't guarding her.
That's right...
Thinking carefully, the magecraft that twisted cognition must be the work of that Merlin, right?
Fortunately, Alvin's resistance as an ultimate life form was high enough, otherwise, he might have been kept in the dark.
'Note for himself, must speed up awakening Dark Will as soon as possible.'
She wasn't aware that he had seen through her disguise, and that was an advantage.
As a magus adept at manipulating shadows.
Alvin understood the principle of keeping the enemy in the dark while revealing oneself.
For a character like Artoria, destroying her body was meaningless. Her real strength lay in her unwavering heart. Not to mention, the sheath of Excalibur she held, Avalon, could heal any injury.
As the saying goes, attack the body below, attack the heart above.
To truly defeat her, one had to shatter her heart.
To make her lethargic mentally, weaken her will, erode her beliefs, and crush her determination.
Killing is, after all, a way to eliminate the heart...
Examining his such unbearable thoughts.
The young boy showed a gentle, refreshing smile to the girl.
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