A heart, filled to the brim, overflowed like a tide.
Although fifteen hundred years had passed...
The rose named the witch had neither faded nor withered. Instead, she had grown even more voluptuous and bewitching.
She was like the night, embracing the silence and the stars.
With a vast heart, she embraced her black sun.
As always...
Su Shu read the witch with extreme care, word by word.
Morgan le Fay
Her skin, flushed with heat, was as tender as a rose touched by dew.
Though she was veiled in a cool, thin gauze, her body burned like a pyre.
Such a vast bosom.
Such a fervent heat.
Bearing his sins, cleansing his soul.
By pursing his lips and touching the roof of his mouth with the tip of his soft tongue, he could gently form the first syllable of her name.
Morgan le Fay
Su Shu gazed at her, as if trying to brand her into his eyes.
From this angle, he could see the ripples in the witch's pupils.
His own reflection...
Swayed and flickered in her deep blue eyes.
The dark rose that bloomed bewitchingly in the shadows, plump, ripe, and fragrant.
A slender waist, a fruitful bough. The deep ravine seemed to draw in one's soul.
Half a million sunrises and sunsets...
Had not washed away her tenderness.
Faced with such a witch...
Faced with such a pair of pale, soft hands cupping his face...
What more could Su Shu say, other than to offer his all, a tribute for a fifteen-hundred-year absence, to the queen?
There should... still be something, right?
That is, the feeling named guilt...
"—I'm sorry, my wife."
Filled with guilt...
The more he used such an intimate term of endearment...
The more Su Shu couldn't help but feel his own despicableness.
The system's evaluation was incredibly accurate.
It had seen his true nature—
That's right...
Overflowing with Evil.
He was truly a guy who was overflowing with evil.
She had braved thorns in a dark field, endured fifteen hundred years of solitude, and chased after him until she stood before him.
The answer she was about to receive...
Was so cruel.
But even so...
Su Shu had a reason he had to say it.
Because this cruel truth...
The longer he tried to bury it deep in his heart, to avoid it...
The more rifts would grow, the more harm it would bring to both of them.
The black-haired young man lowered his ink-black eyes.
Though he had just kissed her...
He was about to immediately...
Sting her—
"I am not just your Alwin."
Su Shu said in a low voice.
His voice, as ethereal as the wind, instantly melted into the twilight.
I've admitted it...
I've admitted it with a sense of relief.
Because this truth had to be admitted.
He didn't want to defile the witch's feelings.
The ethereal words faded.
Silence echoed in the room.
Su Shu had already imagined the expression that would appear on Morgan's face.
Would she be sad, pained, enraged, silent... or would she weep?
Would she question him with resentment?
Would she grip his neck tightly?
If I were to suffocate in her hands, that would be a good ending too.
Just like that—
Even if she were to pluck out this heart of mine, take it away, and bring back the lover named Alwin Pendragon, it would all be fine.
Because.
If Su Shu were to die...
The soul of Alwin would ascend to the Throne of Heroes, right?
And yet...
As his words faded...
The response was not words.
Only the witch's soft, trembling, and fervent lips.
Like a willow leaf in the wind, swaying and falling.
Sticky beads of sweat trickled down from her collarbone and the tips of her hair, dripping onto the black-haired young man's chest.
Her deep blue eyes, like a rippling lake, were as soul-capturing as the underworld.
As Su Shu's words faded...
The witch's movements, instead, became more and more intense.
It seemed his complete honesty...
Had touched upon some memories that Morgan had sealed deep in her heart, causing them to crack and flow out...
Cupping her lover's cheek...
Admiring the black-haired young man's face, his lips pursed and slightly flushed from her overly intense crushing...
The witch named Morgan le Fay said with a smile.
"—I know."
"Eh..."
Su Shu's blushing expression suddenly froze.
"You're not Alwin... are you?"
The beautiful woman with deep blue eyes leaned down, a frivolous curve on her lips, and whispered in his ear like an orchid.
"I've known that for a long time, darling."
Su Shu stared at her blankly.
He watched as her pale fingertips drew circles on his chest, almost teasingly.
The witch's eyelids lowered, and she narrowed her eyes slightly. A dazed, intoxicating light poured from her deep blue eyes.
"Back then, when I was living with you in Londinium, I was still very slow... So, back then, I actually hadn't figured it out. After you shattered the Inner Sea of the Planet, you scattered with the wind, darling. I watched Lily, watched her pick up your demonic spear, inheriting your will to protect this island.
"Actually... I understood. I, who understand your character the best, understood it the most.
"—You, you've always been the most stubborn and most willful. You just wanted to avenge Vortigern, didn't you...
"I wanted to as well. If you had died before my eyes, I would have avenged you, even if it meant burning myself.
"So I didn't stop you. Because I will never be your obstacle."
Cupping the black-haired young man's stunned face...
The witch smiled and gently kissed his lips, enjoying his dazed, frozen expression.
"I understand you, darling. But at the time, I couldn't forgive Lily for being used as a pawn to swing that holy sword. She wasn't at fault, but so what? Because you really did dissipate before my eyes. My heart seemed to have shattered along with you... I had originally wanted to seek death."
Su Shu trembled.
He squeezed her hand tightly.
The witch's light kiss made him gradually relax.
That intoxicating, full bosom pressed directly against his face.
"Don't worry... am I not here before you? Because...
"—it was your heart that held onto my heart."
Saying this with a smile...
The witch reached into her own chest.
From her own heart...
She took out the pure and untainted heart that belonged to Alwin, and also to Su Shu.
It was both a dragon's heart...
And a human's heart.
The witch kissed the translucent heart.
His heart...
In every deep night, it would emit this deep, reassuring light.
"See, I've kept it well... Because I have found you.
"—So, I'm giving your heart back to you."
The translucent heart sank into the black-haired young man's chest...
Causing that hollow, black-sun-like pattern to flicker with a brilliant, fiery ring.
That was his flame.
The First Flame of the King of Cinder, which had risen from the burning of Alwin Pendragon's soul.
Now, it had been returned.
The synchronization rate, which had been continuously rising due to his connection with the witch...
Soared wildly once again—
28%... 34%... 40%...
His slightly fatigued energy...
Began to surge forth continuously.
The witch thus tasted—
The suddenly rough response from the black-haired young man.
"Nn..."
This made her unable to help but let out a soft, silk-like moan from her delicate nose.
That's right.
It is this incredibly satisfying... feeling of being filled that once again made her intoxicated.
But it wasn't enough.
This was far from enough to fill the witch's fifteen-hundred-year-old empty appetite.
"Darling, you're starting to put in a little effort..."
Cupping each other's faces...
Their magical energies also filled and surged, forming a connected, circulating circuit.
The witch's breath brushed against the black-haired young man's ear.
"After that... Lily met... her end.
"The Mordred she created with your blood, she had intended to use it to hold onto you.
"But you dissipated before her eyes, darling. Just like me...
"All the support for her life also drained away at that moment. She was indifferent to Mordred.
"In the end, that rebellious knight, having learned the truth of the past, launched a rebellion against my younger sister."
As her words fell...
Su Shu's pupils began to quake.
Admiring her husband's dazed, slightly agape expression...
The witch, licking her lips, couldn't hold back her pleasure.
Morgan suddenly lowered her head, sealed the black-haired young man's lips, and began to pour pure magical energy into him, replenishing her husband's stamina.
The intoxicating kiss finally broke.
A crystal clear thread, like a broken zither string.
"Mordred... is my..."
"That's right, she is your heir. That combination of a red dragon and a white dragon... her strength was such that even that dark King Arthur, wielding the demonic spear, ultimately perished with her."
The witch gently caressed the spiral pattern on her lower abdomen.
"From that demonic spear, I reclaimed your spiral. I deconstructed your Lingering Ember, and I also deconstructed the ritual the Counter Force used to summon Servants. Three hundred and seventy years later, facing the rising black sun, holding your clear and translucent heart, I tried to summon you from the Throne of Heroes. But... there was no response."
No response.
And yet, the witch smiled.
Because this meant that her lover was not on the Throne of Heroes.
Alwin had died.
But the life named Su Shu was still continuing, flourishing, not yet inscribed by the texture of the world.
"So... a slow person like me finally understood, darling."
Saying this, stroking Su Shu's face...
A subtle, pleased, half-smiling curve appeared on the witch's lips.
"Your talent, your knowledge. Your foresight, your情才. Your maturity and stability, as if you were born knowing it... Though you were a young man who had never stepped out of the castle, who knew nothing of the world... you were so good at... pulling at my heartstrings..."
"Guh...?!"
...Kill me.
I want to die right now.
Yes... that's right.
To die in the witch's embrace wouldn't be bad either—
With the face of a silver-haired, beautiful young man, teasing the once-unapproachable witch before him...
Su Shu was, of course... doing it on purpose.
If at first it was pity, a desire to possess a beautiful woman...
But under the witness of the night and the moon, the moment he held her cool, soft hand...
Su Shu understood.
He... wanted to protect her.
The young boy's heart was actually a young man's heart.
No one likes to bully the witch.
So, let me be the one to like her.
Such a thing...
Such an impure, conflicting motive...
How could he... bring himself to say it—
The black-haired young man trembled, shyly turning his head away.
I should be under the bed, not in the bed.
So embarrassed... he wished he could drill a hole in the ground and disappear.
So... delightful!
This is the expression I wanted to see, my husband...
A very pleased, faint curve on the witch's lips.
Gently, with both hands, she cupped Su Shu's face and turned it back.
"No. You must look at me. This is your punishment for deceiving me, darling."
"Nn..."
His blocked words could not answer.
As always...
The witch's lips were soft and fervent.
Vast, pure magical energy...
Was continuously poured out through the interface, and then poured back in through the lips and tongue.
Swaying beads of sweat...
Trembled and dripped down from their closely pressed skin.
Like the silver strands of her hair sticking to her pale collarbone, the bedsheets were also already soaked through.
In their intoxicating gaze...
The witch smiled slyly, her voice light and ethereal.
"And so, I immediately understood—darling, you are still in some era, some place, waiting for me. So, from then on... I traveled to many, many beautiful places, to try and find you."
In the unwitnessed twilight...
In a hot and scalding embrace...
The witch cupped the black-haired young man's face.
Word by word, she slowly told Su Shu...
Her story, her journey, the love she had poured out—
In those long, almost-as-long-as-the-seas-running-dry fifteen hundred years...
She had crossed mountains and oceans.
She had walked through the brilliant daylight and the deep, dark night.
She had walked over every inch of this land.
The process of searching...
Was like the process of slowly approaching him.
The witch asked everything she could ask—
Where is her lover?
The robin answered her. And so she walked under the palm trees, searching for him. At that dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun rippled on the horizon. The coast was dyed a beautiful, brilliant golden yellow, the water shimmering. It was very beautiful, just like the radiant wheat field he had planted.
The aurora of the snowy night answered her. And so she walked into the snow on the mountain peak, searching for him. The brilliant light that filled the sky of Londinium was the aurora he had created just to dote on their little Melusine. She still remembered her daughter's silver, elegant eyes, her delicate skin like pure white, flawless ice and snow.
The hazy drizzle answered her. And so she walked into the alleys of an ancient town, searching for him. The light rain was intoxicating, the mist hazy. The witch held a paper umbrella and stood quietly at the entrance of a small alley in a Jiangnan water town, quietly listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the bluestone slabs. The aroma of cooking smoke drifting from the courtyards of every household was like the dishes he had personally made for her every day.
A bouquet of sunset, held warmly in her hands, was like the warmth of his skin.
A touch of white frost from a snowy mountain, gently rubbed, melted between her fingers, was like the time they had intertwined and melted together.
No matter how the years and shadows intertwined and flowed, no matter how all things flourished and declined, the witch still walked on, with her hope, with his heart, into her own world.
Was it lonely?
Sometimes she felt that way.
Even though a thousand years separated them, his heart was with her, so she did not feel lonely.
The witch stood at the edge of the coast, silent for a long, long time.
In the time when the evening wind swept across the sea and stirred the waves...
The twilight of dusk gradually turned into the deep color of night. A few silver stars began to twinkle above the watchtower, like his iron-gray eyes.
She walked across the vast land, to the end of the world, to a cruel wonderland.
Like seeing the entire universe in an instant, like taking a single scoop from the vast sea.
Searching for that nameless lover who stood in the distant other side.
Finally.
Bathed in the black sun, she cupped his face.
In that instant, all the clamor seemed to have become a dead silence where you could hear a pin drop.
Under the dark sunlight, he and she looked at each other, freezing fifteen hundred years of time into a single frame.
"The person I love is indeed named Alwin Pendragon. And you are... Su Shu. But so what."
Just as fifteen hundred years ago...
The silver-haired young man had leaned forward in the sunlight and gently kissed the witch.
Now, fifteen hundred years later...
The deep blue witch lowered her eyelids in the shadow and gently kissed the young man.
The flowing thousand years of time had only left the marks of maturity and voluptuousness on her lines and contours.
And yet his face and figure were completely different.
It was just that...
The witch's love had never wavered.
She said softly, with a smile.
"I knew long ago that you weren't just Alwin. But...
"—Alwin is you, darling. What I love is not the flesh or the appearance... but you, your pure and untainted soul.
"Is it fake? Is it a deception? Are you not just him?
"Your memories are real. Your feelings are sincere. That, for me, is enough...
"And now... I've discovered—I actually only knew a small part of you, darling.
"I still have many things about you that I haven't had the chance to understand.
"Such a trouble, it's clearly a happy kind of trouble. Why would I cry over it..."
Saying this...
Her movements became more intense than ever before.
"So... I'll give you a chance to prove yourself, to repent."
Even after reaching the peak of the island for the third time...
The beautiful woman with deep blue eyes still lay languidly on her side on the bed, her silver, silk-like smooth long hair spread out on the sheets.
Her rippling eyes were slightly narrowed.
The enchanting shimmering waves were like a tease.
Or rather, a provocation.
"—Work hard and cultivate me, darling."
40%... 41%... 42%...
The synchronization rate began to jump.
A surging, tidal wave of violent energy began to continuously emerge.
Too much.
This is too much...
This is... really too much.
Deliberately using the guilt of fifteen hundred years...
To suppress and crush him.
Clearly, fifteen hundred years ago, he was the one who took the initiative more often.
And so...
Su Shu decided...
To teach the witch a little lesson.
He responded to her with the most brutal and intense movements.
Taking advantage of the moment when the witch's defense was at its weakest...
The black-haired young man took her arm, lifted her neck high, and whispered in her ear.
"...My wife. The fact that you've been spying on me... I actually found out when I was five."
"Guh...?!"
The witch's victorious, slightly narrowed-eyed, and indulgently enjoying expression...
Instantly turned into a drunken, deep crimson flush—
"Every time I bathed, I had to endure your covetous gaze.
"Practicing magic under the tree, I had to work hard to steady my mind.
"Where did my clothes go? My wife, would you like to answer that question?"
"Cough—?!"
"So, don't beg for mercy...
"I'm going to fill you up with all of the last fifteen hundred years of emptiness."
The Magic Circuits implanted in his nerves, Sandevistan, instantly filled up and activated at full power.
To the witch's incredibly shy, crimson flush...
The black-haired young man cupped her face and pushed her down into the storm that was Su Shu.
Between her alarm and shyness...
Even the soundproof barrier could no longer be maintained.
The wheels and tracks ground against each other.
The luxurious carriage trembled continuously.
The soundproofing of the Mystic Eye Collection Train's rooms was undoubtedly very good.
But it couldn't withstand the keen senses of the women present.
The sound of saliva and silk intertwining;
The rustle of clothes falling to the ground;
The sound like a cork being pulled from a wine bottle;
The sound of an enthusiastic audience giving a thunderous applause to a wonderful drama—
The girls listening at the bedroom door, their faces red, their legs weak, couldn't help but slump to the ground.
The woman known as Touko the Orange...
Slowly looked up at the swaying crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
Aozaki Touko: "...Damn it."
What the hell is that noise.
To the awkward but polite smiles of Waver and Melvin...
Aozaki Touko sat down at the bar of the private liquor cabinet and silently lit a cigarette.
A barren land.
A passionate performance.
A quartet of losers.
There is a river surging in this world, but it is not in my heart.
There is a wonderful drama being performed, but I have no part in it, and I can't even witness it...
Like a complete outsider.
Without any reminder...
They all realized this fact.
I lost...
—Completely, I lost.
Author's Note:PS and skits are not counted in the official word count and are not charged for.6.5k words, it's not that I'm not good enough, okay?It's been a while since I've written something a bit more explicit, I didn't dare to write it too long...A question about the term for Morgan, 老婆 (lǎopó - wife).I actually thought about this for a long time.夫君 (fūjūn - husband) and 妻子 (qīzi - wife) are the official translations, but they sound strange when spoken.Calling her by her name seems not intimate enough.Honey? Sweetheart? Darling? Tsk...After much consideration, 老婆 (lǎopó) is a barely acceptable choice.I originally wanted to give Morgan an intimate nickname.But in the capacity of Alwin, giving a nickname seemed too frivolous, so I ultimately gave up on it.I don't know if you all have any better suggestions.Two more chapters until the new simulation starts.Please, everyone, don't writhe on your beds like maggots.El-Melloi II: "You guys lost. I haven't lost yet."
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