[4] Afraid of Domestic Violence

[You are born, as Ultimate Life Form.]

[It seems you were born into a prestigious noble family, a non-human creation born from the divine phantasmal species blood. Instead of the warm cradle and parental care, what greeted your birth was the cold ground and a gaze filled with complex emotions.]

"It actually succeeded..."

The flickering candlelight cast a dim light.

The inverted iron thorn chandelier swayed slightly above.

In the hidden underground chamber of the castle, a glamorous woman with blue lipstick looked at the newborn in the magic circle. Under the black veil, her expression seemed a bit complicated.

"I can't believe it really worked..."

Born... and then what?

She had never taken care of a child before.

"So quiet... Is it because it's an artificial being and doesn't know how to cry?"

The glamorous woman approached with some restraint.

In the eyes of the witch, the lack of crying from the baby in the magic circle was meaningful.

Instead of crying, the infant with deep gray eyes seemed to be looking at itself with great curiosity.

Being observed by her creation...

This feeling was indeed somewhat strange.

"It seems like he's quite close to you, Morgan."

A tall and burly old man emerged from the shadows, appearing behind the glamorous woman without a sound, his movements as mysterious as a ghost.

"Is it because he caught a glimpse of a beautiful witch, forgetting even to cry?"

Watching this scene, the old man couldn't help but laugh, clapping his hands.

"Good lad, truly my blood!"

"This joke is not funny, Vortigern."

Morgan, the glamorous woman, slightly narrowed her blue eyes.

"He is born from British divine phantasmal species blood. There is no need for ordinary infant-like weakness and crying."

"Please, don't confine my creation with the common sense of the mundane world."

The British witch said indifferently. 

"He's your creation, but he's also my son."

Looking at the silver-haired baby in the magic circle.

The old man's face revealed a gentle expression.

He casually tore off his robe and wrapped it into a swaddle, carefully cradling the baby in his arms.

Lowering his gaze, he stared at the infant in his arms.

Vortigern's lips involuntarily curved into a gentle smile, and his originally sharp gaze softened.

"Incredible, this guy can actually show such an expression..."

Watching this harmonious scene of father and son.

Morgan's gaze seemed to be frozen.

Unusual, too unusual!

The white dragon that devoured light, the despicable king who stole Britain, King Vortigern.

His infamous name was known far and wide in this land.

According to the rumors among the British people, Vortigern was a ruthless and tyrannical overlord, and his notorious name silenced the cries of babies in the night.

Could the word 'gentle' be associated with this guy?

Just imagining such a scene felt like experiencing confusion in the nerves.

Could a dragon actually smile? It was terrifying!

...Ignoring the shocked expression on the witch's face.

Looking at the silver-haired baby in the swaddle, staring curiously at him.

Vortigern faintly felt the implicit connection and bond between them.

There was no doubt.

Even if he was a genuine artificial being, he was still his own offspring.

Even if he were to die one day, his blood would still flow in the world, like an extension of his own hands.

Family ties.

What a strange feeling...

"It seems that being a parent feels like this?"

With lowered iron-gray pupils.

The old man's tone was filled with a mix of emotions.

"To be honest. I'm starting to regret a bit, letting this child be born into this world..."

"As my offspring, his life is destined not to end well."

"Maybe he will have a regrettable ending, full of unfulfilled outcomes."

"Hey, Vortigern... Can't you say something nice with that your mouth?"

Morgan, who heard this, was quite displeased.

What kind of words were these? Wasn't he prematurely deflating the atmosphere before the battle even began?

"This is my painstakingly crafted masterpiece, the ultimate creation to counter that imitation!"

"The son of the white dragon, born from the British phantasmal species blood, is the lingering twilight in the declining era of the age of gods."

"Forget about that red dragon..."

"Even you might not surpass the growing power of him!"

"Aren't you questioning my skills?"

"This time, we've truly created a formidable monster..."

Saying this.

The British witch, Morgan, with her enchanting and glamorous face, revealed a cold smile named hatred.

Morgan almost ground her teeth in frustration.

What was he saying? Wasn't half the battle power leaked before the fight even started?

"This so-called monster, what if we release it?"

The witch's face, with a captivating and glamorous appearance, showed a smile filled with mockery.

"But, even if we release a monster, so what?"

"My dear King, together with Merlin, created the red dragon's son, a non-human creation, and then attempted to let that laughable tool rule Britain, taking away the throne that originally belonged to me..."

"So, I'm going to do the same, creating a white dragon's son to crush him underfoot!"

"If Merlin can do it, why can't I?"

Saying so.

Morgan gazed sharply at Vortigern.

"Back then, when you heard my thoughts, you praised me and expressed strong support. You even provided your precious white dragon blood as material."

"But now, even before a confrontation, you have this defeated tone?"

"Could it be that you're afraid of the red dragon's power, so you want to back out?"

"Heh..."

"Vortigern, it seems your caliber is just this much."

Morgan's sharp words were quite offensive.

Unfortunately, for a character like Vortigern, it seemed that he couldn't break through the latter's defense.

"Scared?"

The old man looked sideways at his niece, his expression somewhat ironic.

"Even if Uther and Merlin were stacked together, they wouldn't be my opponents. You want a tool created from the heart of a red dragon to come and attack me? It's laughable."

It seemed that through the dark veil, the witch's expression could be seen.

Vortigern stared at Morgan, speaking meaningfully.

"I'm not questioning your skills."

"Rather, it seems that you're the one who is truly afraid. When you learned of the birth of the red dragon's son, you hurriedly came to me like this, Morgan?"

"You fear, fear that your newborn sister will truly grow into a ruler worthy of Britain. The people's support for her will turn your righteous indignation into an ugly, impotent rage."

"So, you want to prove it to Uther, don't you? To make him understand how absurd his decision is."

"Morgan, you may also be betraying your own country..."

"You!"

Morgan's thin lips trembled for a moment.

"Ugh!"

There's no way to refute Vortigern at all...

Every word was like a pearl, each sentence cutting straight to the heart.

It felt like her defenses were about to be completely shattered...

Facing the provocation from the witch, Vortigern remained unmoved. Instead, his words, designed to pierce her heart, struck directly at Morgan, leaving her defenseless.

Watching his niece's almost broken expression.

The elderly King shook his head, not bothering to argue with this young witch.

Lowering his iron-gray eyes, he looked at the silver-haired baby in his arms.

Vortigern's expression seemed somewhat trance-like.

"I naturally don't fear the so-called red dragon. However, is my only enemy a trivial red dragon?"

On the candlestick, the flames flickered.

The fire swayed in the dimness, struggling to burn but unable to dispel the vast twilight.

The night was still very long.

But the lamp oil seemed to be running out soon.

Standing amidst this swaying and uncertain residual fire, the old man spoke softly.

"My enemy, Vortigern, is the entire era of Britain...

Time and space are the same power, heroes are not free from fate... The decline of the age of gods is the trend, and thus, the fortunes of the entire era will be aligned with the red dragon in this torrent.

If he is to inherit my path, the child's future will undoubtedly be extremely difficult.

And the endpoint of this path is only a steep cliff.

Now, facing the fading Britain of true ether, there is no vast land for him to roam.

So, I do not fear the red dragon, but I worry about his fate.

Perhaps it's because of this concern that my heart cannot become hard enough.

Undoubtedly, I have added... a weakness."

Another gentle smile, accompanied by sighs and emotions...

In the six months they had spent together, Morgan was seeing this side of the elderly King for the first time, so full of sorrows and sensitivities.

The devourer of light, white dragon?

He was almost turning into a holy dragon!

It seemed like he had become ten times darker and three times whiter.

It looked like one should never have children, it would make a person unfortunate...

Looking at the complex emotions in the eyes of the old King, Morgan came to a very reasonable conclusion.

Perhaps this was the unique sensitivity of the old man, she couldn't understand it at all.

So, for the former's concerns, the witch just shook her head with a mocking expression.

"It's a pity that, as the son of the white dragon from the lingering twilight age of gods, he is destined to contend with the red dragon..."

"Are you afraid, by any chance, of losing him?"

After a moment of silence.

Vortigern remained non-committal.

"Perhaps?"

"Tsk..."

This ambiguous answer made Morgan couldn't help but sneer.

"The so-called King Vortigern, known as the white dragon, would actually care about the life and death of a tool? Incredible."

"Once..."

Vortigern gently shook his head.

"I thought I wouldn't care."

"Unfortunately, living in this world means having weaknesses, Morgan." The old man smiled, pointing to his chest, "All those indifferent words are just used to deceive one's own heart."

"I didn't expect you, uncle, to still be someone who values family so much." The witch sneered and mocked, "You're the one who fits the saying 'Brothers and siblings are respectful'."

Vortigern burst into laughter.

"Thanks to you for still being willing to call me uncle, good niece!"

Watching the bickering between the old and the young.

At this moment, Reinhard was thinking...

This old man and witch, could they be his parents from the simulation this time?

Stop quarreling, how about you guys have a fight?