FATE Type-Moon, but an A Style 'Pure Evil' Simulator

"With both children of the house out on their journey, the fields were left abandoned. The old knight gave them all to you to manage as you pleased."

"You traveled back and forth between your experimental fields and your home. Crossing hundreds of miles was now as easy for you as dressing and drinking water."

"But the witch, in the midst of her honeymoon period, still couldn't bear to be separated from you for even a quarter of an hour."

"Since her little sister had run off, there was no longer a dramatic confrontation to be had. So, she joined your project, helping you plan your grand scheme for Britain's food production."

"When there was work, you tilled the fields. When there was no work, you fed the witch."

"Morgan's insatiable demands showed no sign of abating. In fact, after you unlocked her switch, her needs became increasingly vigorous and bold."

"Whether in the bedroom, the bath, the forest, or the fields."

"Whether during the day, noon, dusk, or night."

"You scattered nourishing rain and dew everywhere, watering the grass and trees of the deep forest until they flourished, melting together like glue."

"The ambiguous and romantic days passed one by one, and you seemed to have returned to that peaceful life of happiness and security."

"Spring passed and autumn came. It was soon the golden season of harvest. You excitedly showed Morgan your plump, nearly mature wheat seeds... a few days later, they had all withered and died."

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"Looking at the wheat field that had almost completely withered overnight, bathed in the bright autumn light, the land presented a deathly gray of decay and ruin."

"Your planting had failed."

"...Why did this happen?"

"You and Morgan carefully examined the root systems of the crops and found that because they had absorbed an excessive amount of magical energy, they had madly accelerated their growth, skipped the mature stage, and directly entered decline and death."

"No... this isn't logical."

"During your time at the Clock Tower, your research project was already very mature. Now in the Age of Gods, your spellcasting ability has taken a qualitative leap."

"There is no reason to regress instead of progress. This is definitely not a crude mistake you would make."

"And you visited your experimental field every day. The perception of an Ultimate Life Form would not allow for any outside interference."

"This failure... you could find no logical explanation for it."

"But you were not discouraged, nor were you disheartened in any way. When spring came the next year, you further expanded the scale of your experimental field and carefully selected more, more resilient varieties of crops for planting in batches."

"Time flew by, morning flowers picked at dusk. You gradually began to hear of Artoria's deeds, which slowly spread throughout the island of Britain."

"Slaying a ferocious giant, vanquishing a tyrannical lord, annihilating a troop of Anglo-Saxons... the 'Pure White, Untainted Knight-Princess' gradually rose to fame, making a name for herself."

"It seems her journey is progressing very smoothly."

"You suddenly looked forward to meeting her again. What an interesting scene that would be."

"Although, the place of the Red Dragon's child in your heart could in no way compare to the witch's. This was something the witch, who was being intensely cultivated in your arms every day, knew best."

"Engraved on your clear resolve was the name of Morgan le Fay. For Artoria, you had at most only pity."

"You could feel her feelings for you, but your desire to strike down her fate was born from the sympathy of a kindred spirit, not from that thing called 'love'."

"You only hoped that she could last a few more sword strokes the next time you fought."

"The second autumn. Your crops still withered completely before they could mature."

"You continued to improve your techniques, even developing an all-weather temperature and humidity control system through the construction of shadow magic. Not even the 21st century could have such superior farming conditions."

"The third autumn."

"The result was no different."

"You silently stared at the fallen corpses of the wheat in the field, not saying a word."

"The inexplicable failure of your farming, the desire to create a more fertile and higher-yielding Age of Gods variety, and the fact that they would always wither before maturing—this illogical phenomenon could no longer be explained by magic, but was..."

"There's no need to try anymore, Alvin."

The autumn light shone, the world was clear.

The small stream gurgled, the red maple leaves fluttered and scattered. The autumn in the British Isles was as beautiful and moving as ever, the splendid scenery like a timeless scroll painting.

Only before Su Shu was a scene of decay and death.

The Witch of Britain stood beside the silver-haired youth, who had grown even taller, her deep blue eyes gazing at the lifeless gray before them.

"Don't blame yourself. You've done your best. This is not your problem.

"It's that... the very existence of these crops... has been 'rejected'."

"Rejected..."

Murmuring the word, the youth's voice was very soft.

There was not a ripple in his iron-gray eyes.

"Rejected by what?"

"—By the 'Will of the World'."

Morgan lowered her gaze to the earth beneath her feet.

"I've already guessed the reason, Alvin.

"You know it too. Britain is currently undergoing the decline of the Age of Gods. Since the beginning of the Common Era, the connection between gods and humans has been severed. This is the general trend.

"In the next few decades, the True Aether on this island will gradually recede back into the Inner Sea of the Star. This planet will not allow for the appearance of such fate-defying crops that could prolong the Age of Gods.

"Food is the most basic and crucial need for survival. If your research succeeds, it will save the lives of countless people on this island—it can be foreseen that the decline of the Age of Gods will be greatly delayed."

"So, by the will of the world itself...

"—Your research was 'rejected' by It."

"I see."

Taking one last look at the withered death before him, the youth took the witch's hand, turned without looking back, and left.

"Let's go, Morgan. Let's go see Ector.

"Next spring, we will come again.

"I will not give up this research."

"The 'Will of the World'... is it?

"It is not worthy of my submission."

"You did not give up your research, but instead began to seek how to break through this fated shackle."

"Just like Merlin's seemingly perfect Avalon, even the will of the world could not be perfectly flawless."

"As an expert in debugging, you sought to find the pores of the world and inject the virus known as the Ultimate Life Form into them."

"As time passed, unlike the child of the White Dragon who lived in seclusion, Artoria's fame grew more and more prominent. Her various deeds constantly reached your ears."

"It was rumored that she single-handedly repelled a raging tide of Demonic Beasts and distributed all her gains to the suffering disaster victims."

"The Pure White, Untainted Knight-Princess traveled throughout the islands and counties of Britannia, and was greeted with enthusiastic welcomes wherever she went."

"Her noble virtues and glorious achievements were widely praised on this island. Like the infamous Vile King Vortigern, her fame was now known to all."

"Many famous knights admired her posture, and strange and talented people flocked to follow her."

"Although she was only a fifteen-year-old girl, she gradually came to command a renowned knightly order. Upholding the principle of equality for all at the Round Table, she was praised by the people as the 'Holy and Radiant Knights of the Round Table'."

"Under Artoria's leadership,"

"The Knights of the Round Table began to launch incessant raids and guerrilla attacks against the Vile King's Anglo-Saxon army."

"They gradually seemed to suppress and slow down the pace of Vortigern's iron cavalry's conquests."

"This, in turn, led to the even greater fame of the Round Table, and they had vaguely formed a powerful force that could rally a hundred responses to a single call."

"More and more Celts began to firmly believe that Artoria was the fated savior who would overthrow the tyrannical rule of the Vile King."

"Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder, and one should be looked at with new eyes after a separation."

"That girl who once couldn't even hold her sword in front of you, who naively tried to persuade bandits and even the Vile King with reason, was now a famous knightly lord, her sword stained with countless blood."

"You understood that her rise was inevitable, and that Merlin must have been pushing things along."

"But it was undeniable that Artoria had now grown into an opponent worthy of your serious consideration."

"Faced with the child of the Red Dragon, this fated rival, who had gathered the rolling tide of this era, what was your old man, the Vile King Vortigern, busy with recently?"

"He was busy celebrating his son's birthday..."

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