Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[15] I Crave a Worthy Opponent

Artoria.

Alvin admired her in this manner.

Genes leaping with excitement, dragon's blood roaring.

Corrupt her! Defile her! Insult her! Violate her!

Impulses as disgraceful as these, stemming from bloodlines, were growing increasingly intense, echoing repeatedly in his mind.

Yet, Alvin adeptly tucked away these conflicting thoughts deep within himself, donning the mask named Gentleness and Humility.

"Thank you."

Smiling, Alvin spoke these words as he gazed at the young girl before him.

The subtle gaze from the silver-haired youth made the girl slightly embarrassed.

The golden-haired girl, dressed as a boy, unconsciously took a step back.

For some reason, she felt a strong, vortex-like attraction in Alvin's iron-gray eyes, making her involuntarily gaze at him with a sense of fascination.

Deep as an abyss. Vast as the sea.

It was an aura even more mysterious than the magus in her dreams, captivating her with an unparalleled charm.

Until now, she had never encountered someone of the opposite sex with such allure. Even as the daughter of the red dragon born as a king, she found herself temporarily immersed in the transcendent charm of this ultimate life form.

And...

Her right hand was still tightly held by him.

The contact of their skin conveyed a scorching warmth from that side.

While noticing this, she couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

Above her head, it seemed like a misty heat fog was rising.

The girl looked somewhat tense at the interlocked hands, and a faint, imperceptible blush appeared on her delicate face under the sunlight.

"Ah."

A heat haze, as if steaming, seemed to rise above her head.

The girl stared somewhat narrowly at their clasped hands, and a subtle blush emerged on her exquisite face in the sunlight.

"Ah, Sir Alvin, can you... can you release it now...?"

"Sorry, my bad..."

Alvin smiled and nonchalantly loosened his grip.

"I just felt that your hands are very soft, Artorius."

Delicate, warm, and the few light and elegant veins underneath.

It was indeed a pair of hands as exquisite as a work of art, flawless.

Perhaps it was the side effect of innate talent?

It sounded a bit embarrassing.

But as soon as Alvin saw this girl's hands, he couldn't help but...

...Poke.

"Even though your swordsmanship and agility are so remarkable, your skin is well-maintained. I have to say, it possesses an enviable charm."

"C-Charm..."

No one would dislike flattery.

Especially when it came from someone admired. Even the girl, flowing with the blood of the red dragon, couldn't help but feel genuine joy at being praised like this.

However... it seemed like she suddenly remembered something.

She immediately lowered her head to glance at her own attire.