"The expected exposure of your identity did not come. Your life continued as peacefully as ever."
"As you breathed a sigh of relief, you couldn't help but feel an increasing curiosity about the existence of that Merlin."
"This great magus, whom Morgan hated to the bone and called the scum of the earth, had he failed to recognize your identity, or had he already noticed but remained silent?"
"He can't possibly be slacking off and picking up girls, right?"
"For every day you spent by Artoria's side, the influence of the White Dragon's child deepened. If Merlin ignored it, he would have no one but himself to blame when his daughter was stolen away."
"However, no matter what he was plotting."
"The fact that this great magus did not appear now suited your intentions perfectly."
"You selected a fertile plot of land in Sir Ector's fields and began to prepare for your botanical research."
"Thinking of the lonely old man in your own home, you began to return to Londinium more frequently, often bringing Morgan small, carefully crafted gifts."
"But before each meeting, you had to take the ring from your left ring finger."
"And the ring meant for the witch, the one engraved with your name, was carefully wrapped and stored away in your shadow."
"According to British custom, a man is not considered an adult until he is fifteen... now was clearly not the time."
"You pretended not to notice Morgan's concern for you on your journeys, and the witch pretended not to know that you had already carved a ring of vows for her."
"In this tacit, ambiguous understanding, the distance between you grew ever closer."
"It was just your old man, Vortigern... Every time you went home specifically to see him, he was rarely in the castle."
"Recently, the Vile King had been leading his troops on campaigns with increasing frequency, but not to conquer cities and lands—he seemed to be urgently searching for something."
"You asked Morgan about this, and she seemed to have a vague guess."
"I suspect..." the witch frowned slightly, "he wants to find the coordinates of the Anchor of the Star."
"The 'Anchor of the Star'..."
Hearing a concept he had never heard before, Su Shu couldn't help but ask,
"What is that?"
"The laws of the world are not immutable, but evolve with the times."
Morgan said softly.
"Since the beginning of the Common Era, the connection between gods and humans was severed. From then on, the Age of Gods began to decline, and the True Aether on the surface of the earth gradually receded back into the Inner Sea of the Star—you already understand this knowledge, right, Alvin?"
Su Shu nodded.
Since his birth, Morgan had taught him many magical concepts from the Age of Gods that he had never heard of at the Clock Tower.
All things in the universe find beauty in symmetry. Just as there is shadow where there is light, and yin where there is yang, the world also has its "reverse side."
This reverse side is the "Inner Sea of the Star."
It shares the same coordinates as reality but is a completely different domain, said to be a place of blooming flowers and picturesque scenery.
In other words: the "Reverse Side of the World."
It was not a physical division like the crust, mantle, and core, but more of a spiritualized or soul-like dimension in the realm of consciousness.
"Avalon," "The Garden of Eden," "The Promised Land of Heaven," "The Nexus of Causality"...
In different civilizations, the Inner Sea of the Star had many different names.
And according to Su Shu's personal understanding, this thing was more or less the so-called... "Warp" or "Subspace."
When he first heard this setting, he was shocked.
And he immediately understood why the four Chaos Gods were so interested in a backwater place like the Type-Moon world.
It came with its own Subspace; it would be strange if a plane so convenient for invasion wasn't coveted by Chaos...
"Furthermore, the laws of the world were not born naturally, but are like a thin cloth covering the entire world, thus forming the various environments and rules we are accustomed to today."
As she spoke, Morgan lifted her skirt, her fair fingertips gently rubbing the fine fabric, and then poked it slightly, making a small indent.
"To prevent this cloth from blowing away, the creations that nail the laws to the surface of the earth are the 'Anchors of the Star'."
Well now...
Su Shu listened with amazement.
So the physics of our Type-Moon world is just a loincloth.
If the Trisolarans came, they wouldn't even need to launch Sophons; they could just lift the cloth and be done with it. Then people would discover that physics... no longer exists.
Not even Ultraman would dare to use such an exaggerated setting.
This worldview was as fragile as glass...
When God created this world, was he slacking off and being a lazy pigeon every day? Can't the underlying structure of this world be a bit more reliable? It would be better to outsource it to me.
Su Shu lamented the low power level of the Type-Moon setting; no wonder some world-ending crisis was always popping up.
The witch's explanation was easy to understand, truly befitting a genius among geniuses, but...
"My old man... why is he looking for the 'Anchor of the Star'?"
The underlying structure of the Type-Moon world was certainly interesting, but this was the question Su Shu was more concerned about.
"As an isolated island, Britannia is the last remaining pure land of the Age of Gods today."
Standing at the top of the tower, Morgan's deep blue eyes gazed toward the endless expanse of the continental coast.
"Beyond the island, there are no remnants of the Age of Gods—therefore, I suspect he wants to pull out the Anchor of the Star, loosen the laws of the world, and thus halt the decline of Britain's Age of Gods."
"To bring back the Age of Gods... isn't that a good thing?"
Hearing this, Su Shu frowned in confusion.
If that was all, couldn't Vortigern and Uther have just discussed it properly? Why resort to this current scene of "brotherly love"?
The rich resources and abundant magical energy of the Age of Gods would undoubtedly greatly accelerate the world's development.
Magical energy is also a productive force.
Although, because of their obsession with chasing the ethereal Root, most magi were a bunch of fanatics, from Su Shu's modern perspective, technology itself was neither good nor evil; it just lacked effective guidance.
If magi are fanatics, then just keep beating them! Until they become normal people!
How can magic be such an inconvenient thing?
Productive forces that can be efficiently utilized are good productive forces—it's a colossal waste not to form a systematic vocational education for something as convenient as magic.
Having experienced the ease of wielding magic in the Age of Gods, Su Shu would find it hard to adapt if he were to suddenly return to the Aether-poor environment of the Clock Tower.
From both a logical and emotional standpoint, if his father Vortigern wanted to bring back the Age of Gods, it should be an unequivocally good thing...
If King Uther wanted to make Britain great again, there would be no reason to object.
Yet the Vile King would rather be cursed by his own people, bring in the foreign Anglo-Saxons, and risk universal condemnation to usurp the throne...
Why did his father hide his purpose?
Wouldn't it be better to announce the decline of the Age of Gods to the world, so that people could work together for its return?
Su Shu believed there must be a hidden story here.
"Who knows what's going on in my uncle's head... well, not that I care at all."
Morgan shook her head gently.
"Anyway, as long as Vortigern is going against my 'dear father emperor,' I'm willing to assist him."
Facing her disciple, the witch's words were very honest.
She didn't care what Vortigern wanted to do; she just wanted revenge on her biased stepfather, Uther.
How her mother, Igraine, was used by Uther as a vessel to cultivate a new king...
What a gray and bleak picture her own childhood had been...
Morgan could not forget that pain, and no one had the right to ask her to forgive.
And now, her desire for revenge had somewhat faded. The reason she still remained in the Vile King's camp... was mostly because of Su Shu.
Alvin Pendragon...
She was embarrassed to admit it, but she truly couldn't leave this disciple of hers.
"Besides, Vortigern can't succeed—he himself knows it's nonsense, a complete dead-end road..."
Recalling her past conversations with the Vile King, the witch couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.
The thing this Vile King had been chasing his entire life was nothing but a fleeting dream, the possibility of achieving it infinitesimally small.
A so-called... "dead-end road."
Vortigern was constantly advancing toward a cliff of despair.
This was also one of the reasons she was unwilling to get too involved.
Morgan knew her uncle's nature. It was pointless to try to persuade him not to be a moth drawn to a flame.
He was, after all, the White Dragon born for Britain.
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