Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Merlin narrowed his eyes. As a hybrid of human and dream demon, Merlin could stay awake and dominate the dream, or he could slip into other people's dreams.

But the trick of manipulating dreams is nothing compared to Merlin's real ability. The real power of her dream talent lies in dream prophecy.

It may sound offensive, but as a half-demon hybrid, Merlin has absolutely no human emotions, and everything she does is actually because she thinks it's what she 'should' do.

Because she is a great wizard who can predict known destinies, she knows that everything in this world is just a chapter written by fate.

She is also a great wizard who has no goals in life and dances with fate.

The reason why Merlin assisted the successive Celtic kings was because according to the fate she knew, there would be a life-and-death struggle between the red dragon representing the Celts and the white dragon representing the Ansas. She was the person who assisted the red dragon as indicated in fate.

So, there is no need to be grateful. Merlin is just following the trajectory of fate and doing what he "should" do.

"However, these are just some insignificant details that have no impact on the main theme of the chapter. Well... forget about them."

Merlin thought about the boy's compassionate tone and chuckled, "Well, that's an interesting reaction. Humans really are...there's nothing more interesting than humans."

"Let's just do it this way. No one knows about it anyway, so just pretend it doesn't exist!"

In the British Isles, there is not only Merlin who is able to predict the future and understand destiny, but there are definitely no more than three of them. Moreover, even for these three people, their predictions depend a lot on luck, and it is impossible for them to predict at any time and anywhere.

Merlin's prophecy was through dreams, but it was different for the other two.

Unfortunately, the second person who could make predictions was also forced to make passive predictions under the guidance of fate.

Lady Morgan sat in her own magic workshop, looking down at the ink stains on the book with a strange expression. If all these stains were ignored, the remaining letters would form a word.

"Maple Ridge."

"Yes, prophecy... it's really rare, isn't it?"

Morgan's slender hands were painted with dark blue nail polish. Her fingertips gently rubbed the letters with the unique mystery and temptation of a witch. "It has only been a few months since the last prophecy was launched, when the fake red dragon was born..."

"That prediction was a truly bad fate. What about this prediction?"

Morgan's face showed a beautiful smile: "Well~ Britain still favors me, Morgan... After all, I am the son of the island, and I am the rightful king of Britain!"

"Maple Ridge, the territory of that old guy Hector?"

"For now, let's go take a look..."

[When you were 6 years old, your mother started to scare you with the witch Morgan from the Celtic horror legend. Although you were not afraid of Morgan, you still pretended to be scared to please your mother.]

[At the age of 7, you have been frightened by the name of 'Morgan' for a year. Finally, you can no longer stand being looked down upon by your mother, and you rebelliously say 'I'm not afraid of witches, Morgan is the cutest in the world'! ]

[You may not know that this sentence has been known by a witch who is secretly observing and trying to figure out the prophecy.]

[When you were 8 years old, your mother started to scare you with the despicable white dragon, the dragon Vortigern that devoured light and shadow, but you were not afraid of Vortigern and expressed your own opinion - you felt that it was not as good as Morgan...]

[It's just talk anyway. Vortigern won't come across the sea to Maple Ridge to mess with you.]

[At the age of 9, you were already an excellent knight squire. This year, your mother passed away...]

"Kelar, my child..."

The frail woman lay on a velvety mattress. Even the luxurious and comfortable environment and the magic of the Age of Gods could not save her life. Her time limit was up.

Su Kai...

Or rather, Sir Hector's son, Kelar, stood before her with a sad look on his face.

Sir Hector is a knight loyal to King Uther of Britain and his confidant. He is rarely at home all year round. He is either in the capital protecting King Uther or on the expedition to fight against the Bilge King Vortigern or the Ansa.

The territory of Maple Ridge is very close to the royal capital. If Sir Hector is willing, he can ask for leave after having breakfast with King Uther in the morning, and then appear in Maple Ridge at noon to have a big quarrel with Kelar, making the father and son red in the face and parting unhappily, and then return to the royal capital for dinner in the evening.

As a modern man from later generations, Kelar simply could not stand the barbaric behavior of the Celts. Killing simply for the sake of killing, this meaningless killing would only lead the Celts into the abyss of self-destruction.

The conflict of ideas is much more intense than the conflict of interests. In short, Hector loves and is annoyed by his son.

The British Isles are not at peace today, and the mysterious disappearance of the islands is much slower than that of the continent.

Therefore, Britain still retains the last remnants of the Age of Gods. The trees here bear sweet fruits all year round, and the crops here can produce rich harvests even without much care.

However, the slow dissipation is still dissipating. Once the deflation of resources begins, it will not stop. Life must find its own origin.

Those fairies who actually control the British Isles are the children of Gaia, the tentacles of the Earth, and the darlings of the Great Source. Even though they have long seen that the decline of the Age of Gods is inevitable, they will not seek a way forward like humans.

The fairies only wanted to take the last island of Britain that had not yet degenerated and sink it into the inner sea of ​​the star to open up the water.

There are two major check-in points: the outer world, the inner sea of ​​the star, and the moon world. The former is the new continent created after the ascension of the ancestors of mankind, and the latter is the private land of non-human fantasy species such as fairies and elves.

But King Uther was the king of mankind. He did not want the British Isles to be taken away by the goblins, but he did not have all the authority of the king of the island. In terms of the order of authority on the British Isles, King Uther was not even as good as King Vortigern.

However, compared to the reputation of King Uther, Vortigern's reputation is very bad. He is called the despicable white dragon. Countless British people are looking forward to the birth of the red dragon king who will eventually defeat the white dragon as predicted by the great sage Merlin.

Well, the fairies, the humble king, the invading Anshars, King Uther, Merlin and other druid wizards, and the Romans who supported King Uther behind the scenes...

It can be said that the whole of Britain was in chaos, and the mess was too big for King Uther to handle at all, so he chose to lay an egg and let the little red dragon he made by himself deal with it.

This is the current situation of Britain Island in the Age of Gods...

"Mother, do you have any other wishes?" Kelar was silent for a moment, but did not cry. He just stepped forward, held the woman's hand and asked, "What do you want me to do? What can I do for you?"

"A wish?" The woman shook her head and said, "Kailar, my child... I don't have anything I want you to do. If I were to say a wish, it would probably be that I can't watch you grow up, right?"

"Kailar, you have always been opinionated, smart and precocious, not like a child. Even Hector can't convince you..." The woman's face softened: "I know you have been cooperating with me to intimidate you. After I leave, I'm afraid no one will tell you stories."

Kelar was silent, holding the woman's hand tightly, not knowing what to say.

The woman stroked his brown hair and asked, "Kailal, what kind of person do you want to be?"

"You don't have to answer me. This is a question that requires a lifetime of thinking."

…………

[At the age of 9, at your mother's funeral, your father Sir Hector returned, along with a boy slightly younger than you. Sir Hector announced that from now on this boy would be the knight who grew up with you.]

[After the funeral, Hector called you aside and explained the identity of this young man, that he was the future king of the Celts. He wanted you to be like him and be loyal to the future king of the Celts.]

【You didn’t speak.】

[At the age of 10, you have already governed Maple Ridge in a unique way. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and the world is at peace. Your reputation is known even to the Gauls across the sea.]

[But you feel confused. Are you working hard to become a slave-feudal lord? In your heart, do you really want to become a monarch comparable to Caesar, a general comparable to Bai Qi, and work tirelessly forward? ]

Where does your path lead?

[Do you still remember that you are a proud child of the 21st century, a modern civilization full of democracy and human rights, where everyone can laugh loudly and live freely under the sun. ]

[Do you...really want to be an oppressor? ]

[As the de facto lord of Maple Ridge, no one is willing to listen to your concerns. Before you know it, you have walked to the forest that Hector ordered to be burned several years ago. The remains of the past are still scattered all over the ground with no one to collect them.]

[You know this is the Celtic tradition, the bones and blood of the enemy are used to sacrifice to the hairy god in the forest whose name is blurred.]

[You bent down and gathered these scattered nameless bones. Some of these people may have never seen the land of Maple Ridge since they were born, but the first time they set foot in this territory was to burn, kill and plunder. It was only natural that they were killed by the Celts living on this land.]

[It should be like this, it should be like this...]

[The Ansas went to war under the captain's order, the captain went to war under the chief's order, the chief went to war under the order of the humble king, and the humble king was fighting for the throne with King Uther... It seems that everyone has their own reasons and is doing what they think is right.]

[Although the Celts led the invading invaders into the mountains and burned them all to death, it was very cruel and brutal, but it could deter other Ansa pirates. The fact that Maple Ridge had not been invaded by Ansa for several years seems to be evidence of this.]

But you think, this is not right.

【Everyone did it wrong! 】

[No... No... None of it is right!!!]

But what is right?

You start to think.

[At the age of 11, you met a person, a woman who was like a fairy. The moment you saw her, a sentence emerged in your mind: "There is no such beauty in the world, it must be a fairy or a fox." You felt what Pu Songling felt. This kind of beautiful woman really doesn't seem to be a thing of the human world. ]

[But she was very excited when she saw you, and murmured, 'I found it, I finally found it, is it him...']

[12 years old. After two years of getting along, you have already recognized that the little 'boy' is actually a girl. She is so different from you. For example, she always takes a bath alone, pees behind someone's back, and even eats...]

[Well, when it comes to eating, no one can compare to her. ]

Kelar raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms and said jokingly: "Artolis, why do you always follow me? You never take me with you when you pee, and you take a shower when I'm sleeping. We are not good brothers!"

The little blond boy pursed his lips, a hint of stubbornness and determination flashed in his holy blue eyes. Although he was young and dressed like a knight's squire, his delicate face was pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it. It was exquisite from every angle.

Of course, Kelar is not blind. Even if he is just a Yunyue fan, the reputation of having hundreds of thousands of Type-Moon fans and millions of King fans is well known. Even if there are people who don’t know much about Type-Moon, there are many who know King Altria.

He knew who the little guy in front of him was.

This was just his evil taste. Kelar laughed in his heart: "Although the body has become smaller, the mind... has also become smaller!"

Why do I suddenly feel like a little boy is making his favorite little girl cry?

In the eyes of the manor farmers and other nobles in Maple Ridge, Sir Hector's son, Knight Squire Kelar is a nearly perfect heir to the nobility. He is calm and elegant, extremely intelligent, and very powerful.

Even though he is only ten years old, he is no weaker than an average adult knight. It is conceivable that if Kelar grows up, he will definitely be able to become a titled knight who can fight a hundred people at the same time.

But in front of this little follower, Kelar would occasionally play the role of a childish kid. After all, isn’t my king cute?

Hearing what Kelar said, Artorius' face flushed red, and a trace of shame and anger flashed in his holy blue eyes, but he still said: "Knight Kelar, I am here to learn from you..."

"What do you want to learn from me?" Kelar turned his head and glanced at her: "Children of your age should just have fun every day. If you want to study, wait another two years!"

"What you need now is a perfect childhood." Kelar dismissed her directly: "When I was your age, I was still listening to stories in my mother's arms. Children should do what they should do. Don't think about cramming."

"I order you to go pee and play in the mud!"

It is still very early. The young dragon, who is less than ten years old, is not yet old enough to take on responsibilities. If we try to force the issue now, it is very likely to destroy the last hope of the British Isles.

Besides, it is a despicable act in itself for King Uther, the old bastard, to place all his hopes on a child.

"Mr. Kelar, you can't slack off on your training!"

Artorius' face was tense, and he was still staring at Kelar like a little lion, with an unshakable determination in his holy blue eyes.

Perhaps, this pair of stubborn and persistent eyes will accompany Kelar throughout his life.

As he had an appointment, Kelar said perfunctorily: "Then go back and practice the basic swordsmanship by yourself, the one I usually practice..."

"..." Artorius was reluctant to leave. When Kelar was about to drive her away, she hesitated and said, "Kelar, a qualified knight should not always go to that kind of place..."

"What kind of place?" Kelar didn't react for a moment. Looking at Artorius's red face, he realized what she meant.

Last time, in order to get rid of this little follower, Kelar casually suggested doing things that adults like, but after the little girl asked the maid, she misinterpreted Kelar's meaning.

Come on, I'm only twelve years old. Isn't it too early to do this?

But Kelar, the childish guy, didn't explain. Instead, he looked like you were right: "Hehe~ Al... the place I'm going to is a super cool and awesome place. Guess who wasn't invited?"

"You, you..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 3 Oh, My Witch Sister

"Kailar! You're such an idiot, I hate you so much... You're the most annoying!"

Well, Kelar always manages to step on landmines accurately, and every time he can make Artorius so angry that he can't eat. It can be seen how much Kelar is hated. After pushing him hard, the little Artorius turned around and ran away.

Kelar was suddenly attacked and staggered in surprise. Although he was caught off guard, fortunately his lower body was stable enough and he was not pushed down by the little girl, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

"She's just a little girl after all, so easy to understand."

Kelar shrugged. This little knight squire was brought back from the royal capital by his irresponsible father. Even though Kelar didn't know much about the history of the moon, he could still detect the true identity of this little girl with his artificial eye.

but……

I'm afraid that Hector and the human king in the royal capital never thought of hiding it from him?

"So, I automatically join the Red Dragon Clan?" Kelar touched his chin and said to himself, "Really? You don't even give me a chance to jump left or right. I've never seen a humble king who can use the Ansar people to his advantage!"

But Lily is very cute, isn’t she? The little red dragon is the best in the world!

Kelar, who was locked into the Red Dragon faction, had no complaints, except that there was always a witch beside his ear muttering that the poor little red dragon could not afford the kingship of the British Isles...

Since meeting the witch a year ago, Kelar has gradually changed from being a little wary in the beginning to trusting this great witch who is on the verge of turning evil.

"Morgan, good sister, I'm here!" Kelar walked into the woods alone, holding a red candle and speaking to a big tree: "Wait, wait, wait, is the witch sister home?"

Naturally, there was no response. The red candle flame burned slowly. The silence of the forest allowed one to hear one's own breathing and heartbeat. This atmosphere often reflects the fear in one's heart.

However, Kelar was fearless.

He stood there, waiting for some tsundere witch to take the bait.

"As a follower of the Red Dragon and the guardian knight of the destined king of Britain... Kelar, why do you come to me, a witch destined to be the enemy of the King of Britain, every day?"