The Birth of Morgan le Fay

"Go and rest early, Merlin!" At the foot of the Ural Mountains, in the camp where the Roman Army was stationed, the firelight flickered. Rovi watched Merlin's petite figure leave. Compared to her previous bewilderment and hesitation, she now appeared more invigorated and determined.

No need for thought, no need for worries; survival and living are the ultimate goals.

Merlin understood this, and she also knew that as long as she was with Rovi, she would not live alone.

With a clearer mind, there are no more concerns about how to reciprocate.

"Congratulations, you've successfully lured another one!" A gentle evening breeze carried the sound of voices from distant Rome.

Rovi exhaled, raised his gaze, and looked up at the sky.

The bright moon, I don't know when, has been tinged with a hint of blood red.

The Crimson Moon hangs high in the sky.

"The Moon Eye Retaliation?"

"That's right, I'm not lying to you." Melly's voice echoed in Rovi's ears. She was on the Fey of Rome, yet she could transmit the message directly to Rovi's mind. "Although I don't know what that thing on the moon is, I can sense that there is a vortex-like 'eye' there... It feels like if you stare at it with just a little force, the eye will explode."

"Is that what you've been coveting all this time?"

"You guess?"

"Will you guess if I guess?"

Are you trying to create nested dolls here?

"You guess?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Rovi slowly raised his hand and curled his fingers.

With a loud bang, a painful cry rang out from the top of the Clock Tower of Rome, thousands of miles away. From the window at the top of the clock tower, Melly's body fell backward, her legs, encased in black stockings, exposed and swaying from side to side.

"It hurts..." the Nightmare Girl cried out softly.

Brisan, dragging his long robe and carrying his books, skipped up to the top floor. "Melly, what's wrong?"

"Phew, no, I was just playing around!" Melly sat up and said casually. She rubbed the slightly red mark on her forehead, thinking that it really hurt. No wonder His Her Majesty Nero always made a sound of suppressed pain.

She's finally seen the light...

"Are you sure it's alright?" Brisan with some concern. "Even though you're a fairy, I heard Teacher Solomon say that fairies are formed from fantasy, and fairies can also have problems..."

"I said no, and that's final." Melly shook her head, shaking off the momentary pain. "Speaking of which, you promised to teach me the Magic King's Magecraft, don't forget!"

"Of course I haven't forgotten, I'm organizing it right now, aren't I?" Brisan waved the book in his hand. "I am the last disciple of the Magic King, and I am in charge of the Magecraft of 'inheritance'. What I have to do is to spread the Magecraft of the Seventy-two Demon Gods created by my teacher."

"I'd be overjoyed if you could learn it!"

"Then go ahead... Ouch, that really hurts, Mr. Rovi?" Melly watched as Brisan rushed up and rushed down, behaving like a child despite being Magecraft of only a few years old... But perhaps that's why Solomon chose her as his last student to pass on his Magecraft?

After all, mysterious powers can grant immortality, but if one cannot maintain a youthful mindset, aging, decay, and even death are inevitable.

She showed an interesting smile, "Where did you find [this guy]?"

"Brisan? Solomon sent him," Rovi replied as he returned to his tent.

The crimson hue of the moonlight in the sky grew even more intense, and the falling moonlight also took on a blood-like color, painting the snow accumulated on the top of the Ural Mountains with an eerie hue.

Rovi returned to the previous topic. "Vermilion Moon... Brunestud?"

This is the information that Rovi, as a time traveler, knows: on that bright full moon, which is a satellite orbiting the Earth, there also exists 'uo'.

Its names are ' Vermilion Moon ' and ' Brunestud '.

The Moon King is born only when the Moon Eye Moon Eye is not present or is not activated.

Once the Moon Eye is activated, Brunestud will not have a chance to appear.

Because the Moon Eye will become the moon's uo.

Brunestud himself had no fertile ground for birth.

Now, perhaps to resist the erosion of Human Order from Earth, the Moon Eye extracted information about ' Brunestud ' from the infinitely deduced future stored in that massive Quantum Computer and released it.

If that's really the case... Vermilion Moon, aided by the Moon Eye, might be even more powerful than Rovi had imagined.

"It may be so, or it may not be. The moon doesn't belong to this world, so my 'eyes' can't see clearly." Melly sat up straight at the top of the Clock Tower, tossing her long silver hair, her lips glistening with moisture.

Rovi paused outside his tent and asked one last question, "Why did you remind me of these things?"

"Given your personality... wouldn't keeping it a secret allow you to witness even more exciting developments?"

"Why..." Melly tilted her head. If it were true according to her usual temperament, that would be the case.

The half-succubus, half-human fairy only cares about interesting developments and the stories woven by humans with their lives.

She was merely an observer, a pleasure-seeker who reveled in orchestrating all sorts of unexpected outcomes.

A commander who had won every battle was suddenly struck and killed by a 'meteorite from outer space,' leaving behind a bizarre, regrettable, and abrupt story. The former Melly would definitely have longed for this.

Unfortunately, "I've changed."

"Hmm... After leaving Avalon, I've come to wonder if humans are no longer simply tools?"

Melly herself wasn't quite sure, but she was very clear about her inner thoughts and her own beliefs.

"Rather than simple pleasure, I now want to watch a complete story."

"I don't want the play I'm watching to end halfway through because of the death of the 'protagonist'."

"So--"

"Please keep up the good work, my protagonist."

The last sound dissipated in the wind, and with a sudden stop, Melly severed her connection with Rovi.

A gentle evening breeze blew, Blood Moon sank into the sky.

Rovi smiled. As a human being and as a time traveler, what he was most proud of was that the chaotic and evil characters in the original work had been led back to the right path because of him.

There is no doubt that the originally ill-tempered Melly has changed Rovi.

However, this is of no help whatsoever to the crisis that Rovi is about to face.

Although Melly has changed, she is neither able nor willing to help him in the face of the impending threat.

What can help him...

"Only me." The door to the central military tent slowly opened, and Einzbern, who was sitting inside holding a book, raised his head and smiled.

She blinked her crimson eyes, clearly able to hear the whispers between Rovi and Melly: "The moon's uo... I can feel it, her presence, can she help me complete the Third Magic?"

"Indeed." Facing his close friends, Rovi Wei would not hide the information he knew. "If I remember correctly, the Vermilion Moon has an ability called [Marble Phantasm]. Although it was originally a power that could only be displayed with the support of Earth's Counter Force, I think that with the support of the Moon Eye, this ability will only become more terrifying."

"That is the power to create something from nothing... It has a similar effect to your ability to ' Soul Manifestation '."

Rovi Wei was in the camp.

"If that's the case, then we can't let it go even more..." Einzbern slowly closed the book.

If the Third Magic is not completed.

She would then be unable to exist in the world in human form and reach the state of the 'primordial human'.

Therefore, he could not truly stand alongside Rovi.

From beginning to end, this was the true purpose of Goddess Athena's creation of the Ainsworth to appear here.

In order to be with Rovi...

Everything else is irrelevant and can be discarded.

Choosing to sacrifice the lesser for the greater good was not a difficult decision for the Goddess of Wisdom.

But those are things to consider later.

And now...

"Shall we continue?" The girl, who had put down her book, slowly stood up, gently pushed Rovi onto the chair, and then straddled it.

Time passed.

The sun rose the next day.

Rovi and Ainsworth walked out of the central command tent side by side, where they saw the radiant Merlin, Boudica, Barghest, Buvan Hir, and the legionary soldiers who were already lined up in front of the tent.

The wind and sand were rolling, and the dust was swirling.

"You still have a chance." Rovi stood before everyone, facing the morning sun. He surveyed the army before him, which stretched outwards from the central command tent to both sides. The figures stood silently like a forest, their spears resembling raindrops falling from the sky.

Guns, swords, shields... countless refined pieces of equipment are woven together.

At the same time, countless people turned their attention to Rovi.

They came together.

This was an order that Rovi had given long ago.

This journey has reached its edge.

However, Rovi still wanted to continue, but he didn't expect everyone to follow him.

"For those who wish to return home, I will speak with His Her Majesty Nero and provide them with funds and positions as officers who have earned military merit. You may enter officially established schools as instructors, or go to any Roman Legion stationed there to serve as officers."

"Those who don't want to go home can stay now."

"Those who choose to go home will return to their hometowns as heroes, while those who choose to continue the expedition will be greeted with even greater glory as heroes."

"Make a choice."

"I—" Boudica, one of the legion's commanders standing before everyone, wearing a white dress and armor, spoke first.

Born in Britannia and joining the Roman Legion by chance, she was once the person who longed to go home the most.

But now. "I am willing to continue to follow, I will stay here, and dedicate my glory to this homeland!"

She did not choose to go home.

But she believes that her homeland will be honored by her choice.

"I am willing to stay here and dedicate my glory to my homeland!"

"I wish to remain here and return to my hometown in glory!"

After her, countless soldiers bowed and spoke, and countless others raised their spears and swords to strike their shields.

"I haven't had enough fighting yet... My lord, you can't send me away." Barghest grinned.

Bufan Xi lifted her skirt. "I want... to continue hearing your compliments."

Merlin walked behind Rovi and gently tugged at the hem of his shirt.

But not everyone is willing to follow.

The desire for change in people's hearts is even more complex.

"—Those who wish to go home, part ways here. Rome is ready to welcome you!"

With a clang, Rovi drew his sword and pointed it at the sky.

The Sword of Rome, now free of dust, flashed in the air, and he said, "And what remains, let us... continue forward!"

'It crossed the Ural Mountains, but that was not the end; it swept away the snowstorms of North Asia, but that was not the limit either.'

The Parthian Empire, a contemporary power located in West Asia, described Roman battle formations as armies descended from the gods, spears thrown down to earth, and whips left behind by God.

Even today, within the former capital city of the Parthian Empire, a statue remains depicting the Roman general Rovi riding across the city walls.

' The Seventy-two Demon Gods left by Solomon formed the foundation of Modern Magecraft, while the ten apostle spells left by Rovi at the beginning of the early Common Era further amplified the power of that foundation.'

Even now, the spell to summon Fey Apostle remains a mystery, second only to True Magic, and is sought after by countless people.

Legend has it that every Fey Sorcerer possesses the potential to access the Root and master True Magic.

At the beginning of the century, Rovi was also known as the "King of Fey Not of Paradise."

"However, some commentators have pointed out that the appearance of King of Fey Not of Paradise also led to the premature birth of the true King of Fey."

Clock Tower Study Paper: The Origins of Fey Sorcerer

—By Waver Velvet.

The Sea of Stars, Paradise, a complex land bathed in radiant light, is home to countless invisible fairies.

"It's said that the eleven fairies who left Paradise before are living happily ever after..."

"That half-Nightmare conman, he didn't lie to us this time?"

"Going to the human world... I also long to go!"

"By the way, did you hear anything?"

The fairy voices stopped abruptly, for at that moment, they all heard a faint echoing sound.

The sound came from the deepest part of the paradise.

It's like... something breaking out of its shell and sprouting.

Click, click, click.

Mottled, then broken.

Something was born at this moment.

That's a fairy.

Yet it is a being that transcends ordinary fairies.

Those were different from ordinary, ethereal fairies; they were the highest-ranking fairies, born to bear the responsibilities bestowed upon them by Paradise.

His name was Morgana LeFee.

Its true form is the self-correcting final device of the amusement park.

An existence born to maintain the paradise.