"It’s you…Robin." Ye Qingxuan saw the truth that he had ‘overlooked.’"So it’s you, Gavin." He had been looking for the Robin for such a long time but he had never thought that the Robin would be hidden so close to him. So close they had become such good friends.

  He should have known that no place in Avalon would have a musician so well-versed in Summoning and Modifications other than the School of Royalty. Why did Gavin, from the School of Royalty, only show his attainment in Modifications and never Summoning?

  Other than the royal musicians who had Galahad’s help, who else would be able to escape from Moonlight that night in the asylum? This was how it was…

  It was so natural yet felt so sudden when he realized the truth. It was so sudden that Ye Qingxuan…wanted to cry.

  "When?" the youth asked tiredly, "When did you discover me?"

  "The school anniversary day. You used Bolero the first time we met. That was your only flaw."

  "As expected, showing off isn’t a good habit." Ye Qingxuan laughed at himself. "So you didn’t approach me because you liked me?"

  "Yeah." Gavin nodded and lowered his eyes. "But I was telling the truth when I said I’m jealous of you."

  He let go and Ye Qingxuan collapsed. Blood flowed out soundlessly. Ye Qingxuan looked up at the moonlight from the pool of blood. He just wanted to laugh. Laugh at himself, laugh at his naivety…

  "I thought…we were friends."

  "We are but why wouldn’t you listen?" Gavin’s eyes were upset. "I already warned you, didn’t I? We would still be friends if you stayed in the academy, Yezi. As long as you didn’t come, we’d be friends forever."

  "That’s great." The youth panted weakly. "I didn’t die in the hands of a friend."

  "Yes, how can the Robin and the Vengeful Spirit be friends?" Gavin closed his eyes sadly. When he opened them again, only coldness remained. He yanked the dagger out. Blood poured out onto him. They dyed the steel gray eyes red.

  "Farewell, Yezi," Gavin said quietly as he walked across the youth. "Someone as na?ve as you doesn’t suit this dirty world."

  The youth lay in the spreading blood and sank into darkness. However, Gavin—no, Robin—changed into his blood-colored ceremonial robe. He climbed the corpses to reach the highest point.

  The crystal eye in his hand caught the moonlight and shone with cold light. The light fell upon the enchantment of Avalon. When it fell on the tip of the Elizabeth Tower, the enormous white tower boomed and shook. Above the sacrificial altar at the tip, a huge hole opened up. The entire tower trembled and whined as if it was about to break apart. Darkness poured from the hole.

  The container held down by layers of metal chains lifted, escaping the restrictions. Finally, it emerged from the darkness to see the moonlight. The cold song sounded once again.

  "The king and helpers kidnapped the queen, imprisoning her in dreams…" Something was singing softly inside the small metal coffin. It carried centuries of hate and desolate; its voice was gentle yet lonely.

  Gavin’s dagger flashed. He brought it down, hacking away the seal covered in metallic paste. The coffin shattered. Clear fluid shook inside the glass beaker within. The moonlight illuminated the charred oddly-shaped infant.

  The wounds on its ruined face slowly opened and closed, singing the chilling song. Gavin stared enthusiastically at it. He pressed against the glass, feeling the power within.

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  "After all these centuries, you’re still alive. What kind of power did Arthur give you?"

  As if sensing the living organism close to it, the infant cracked its eyes open. The eyes were empty and cold with the natural arrogance and eeriness of demons.

  "Drink and enjoy the fountain of life!"

  Gavin cracked the seal open. Cackling, he slit his wrist. Fresh blood flowed into the crack. It diffused and drowned Mordred’s body. All that remained was a faint shadow.

  In the blood, the strange shadow began to distort and grow. It absorbed the blood and grew rapidly. After waiting for hundreds of years, it finally came to this cold world.

  The lycoris flower fluid bubbled and the cracks of the container extended quickly before finally shattering. The song grew clearer and clearer. It echoed in all directions, making anyone pale. It grew from a weak man’s voice to the roars of countless demons. The song resounded in the darkness, transforming into a majestic ode and the frenzied song of revenge!

  "…its key has been inserted in the case. The demon will realize our dreams. The bell has already rung in the cemetery. Did you hear the eerie song? Respond to our calls, the blood debt will be paid… Oh ho, raise the sails, we’ll return home. Pull, the thieves and beggars, we will be immortal in death!"

  Be immortal in death.

  Under the cold moonlight, the ball of boiling blood suddenly shattered, evaporated, and disappeared. In mid-air, the cold and handsome boy slowly opened his eyes. The orbs seemed to contain endless thunder and fire. One could not meet his eyes.

  Within a few snaps of the finger, he had recovered from his burned state. He grew quickly and already looked to be seven or eight years old. His gold hair danced under the cold moonlight. He was ineffably strange and majestic. The rebellious child who had been sealed away for centuries had finally arrived to the world from death!

  Mordred looked up slowly. He gazed at the moonlight and smiled with malice. Reaching out, he clenched a fist. Gold light flashed in his hand and countless demonic apparitions appeared!