Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[25] Living is for Peace of Mind

[The intense battle raged on for a full day and night, only relenting with the faint light of the rising sun on the horizon. The witch, seemingly unsatisfied, finally released her restraint.]

[The soreness in your waist and abdomen didn't last long, as the ultimate life form, your strength had somewhat recovered. Amidst the tender moments with the witch, you inquired why she didn't personally go to meet her sister.]

[Morgan fell silent for a moment, eventually shaking her head gently.]

["Alvin, your birth has never been revealed to the public, so Britain is still unaware of your identity."]

["Although I don't know why Merlin hasn't detected your White Dragon blood, or what he's scheming... if I get close, that guy will surely become alert."]

[Based on these considerations, Morgan decided it would be better for you to approach Artoria alone.]

[Having personally experienced the endurance of your body, Morgan believed that few in Britain could pose a threat to your life, not even Merlin.]

["So, before you leave... hold me a little longer."]

[You embraced Morgan's usually cool body tightly, and soon, the tremors of the bed became even more intense than before.]

[Without any romantic words, you responded to the witch's unrestrained demands with rough actions.]

[As the long and fleeting moments passed, the witch finally lay satisfied and languid on the bed, her silky silver hair scattered on the damp sheets.]

[After kissing her lips, you left the castle, never forgetting to come back and nourish the land named Witch with your presence.]

[Time passed swiftly, and the weather in the age of gods was always favorable. Britain's winter was exceptionally short, quickly transitioning into this bright spring day.]

[In the fertile fields already fertilized, you sowed carefully crafted crop seeds engraved with ethereal absorption runes and constructed an array to gather the leylines of this land.]

[In your view, the issue of food was often the foundation of a country. With the magecraft, you aimed to cultivate improved crop varieties during this age of gods, achieving a significant increase in yield.]

[Feeding the people was the most crucial state affair.]

[During the leisure of the farming season, it was the time for you and Artoria to engage in sword training.]

[Practicing with such an excellent instructor as you seemed to stimulate the instinctual struggle within her dragon blood. She was rapidly becoming stronger at a pace of almost one step per day.]

[Every passing day, the muscular strength contained in her red dragon body became more substantial.]

[However, as the ultimate life form, your progress would only be higher, stronger, and more exaggerated than hers.]

[Through the continuous battles between you, Artoria's sword skills were almost entirely seen through and mastered by you.]

[In these months, she had never once gained even a slight advantage in your hands.]

[The broken wooden swords on the ground became more and more.]

[However, despite the predictable and overwhelming defeats each time, it seemed not to have affected her optimistic and positive mindset in the slightest.]