The chambers of his heart brimmed, overflowing like a tide.
Even though fifteen hundred years had passed.
The rose known as the Witch hadn't faded, nor withered, instead, it grew even more lush and enchanting.
She was like the night, embracing both silence and stars.
Enfolding within her wide bosom, she held her dark sun.
Just as it had always been.
Reinhardt explored every inch of the witch's body meticulously, savoring every part of her body.
Morgan Le Fay.
Her skin, flushed with warmth, seemed as tender and dewy as a rose kissed by morning dew.
Though draped in the cool veil of indifference, her body burned like a flame within.
Such vastness within her embrace.
Such fervent warmth.
Carrying her own sins, cleansing her own soul.
Pressing his lips together, with the soft tip of his tongue against his palate, he could softly utter her name.
"Morgan Le Fey."
Reinhard gazed at her, as if attempting to imprint her into his eyes.
From this angle, he could see the ripples in the Witch's pupils.
His own reflection.
Swirling and flickering within her azure eyes.
The jet-black rose bloomed magnificently in the shadows, ripe and fragrant.
Her slender waist, drooping with abundant fruits. Those profound grooves seemed to draw out one's soul.
Five hundred thousand dawns and dusks.
Yet her tenderness remained unwashed.
Facing such a Witch.
Facing those hands, fair and soft, cradling his face.
What more could Reinhard offer besides dedicating himself wholeheartedly, filling the void of fifteen hundred years for the Queen?
Should there... still be something?
It was a feeling called guilt...
"Sorry, my dear."
Embracing the guilt.
The more he called her by such endearing names.
The more Reinhard couldn't help but feel his own despicability.
The system evaluation was incredibly precise.
It saw through his nature...
Yes...
"Full of wickedness."
Indeed, he was a man full of wickedness.
She traversed the dark wilderness, endured fifteen hundred years of solitude, only to arrive before him.
The answer she sought.
Yet it was this brutal.
But even so...
Reinhard had reasons that must be spoken.
Because this brutal truth.
Attempting to bury deep within the depths of his heart, the longer it lingered, the more it would create fissures, the more it would harm each other.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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