NOVEL WEB Chapter 37: Chapter 37: When Have You Ever Disciplined Me?
"The Knights of the Round Table? A bunch of snot-nosed brats. If they dare to invade, I'll make sure they never return."
As the light-devouring demonic dragon, how could Vortigern look up to a bunch of glory-seeking knights?
The only good knight is a dead knight.
Because of the emergence of the Knights of the Round Table, the local lords and nobles had gradually united, and the recent battle losses were indeed not looking good.
But so what if the army suffered casualties? Vortigern didn't care about the lives of the Anglo-Saxons at all. Losses were just losses.
Like leeks being cut, a new crop would grow.
Across the sea were the Germanic tribes who coveted the fertile land of Britain. The Anglo-Saxons who crossed the sea would continuously replenish the Vile King's army.
In the end, this bunch of inherently plundering barbarians were just a useful tool in Vortigern's hands. Livestock were not worthy of any pity.
"If they managed to fight their way to Londinium, I might even look at them with some respect. Those harassments... are nothing more than the bites of flies and mosquitoes, not worth mentioning."
Vortigern sneered.
"Because your coming-of-age ceremony is approaching, your father has taken the time to come back and celebrate with you, and has pulled back the army's defensive line. It's laughable that they actually think it's their own achievement."
Only when facing his son would this Vile King speak so softly.
"Forget it, what's there to talk about with these petty people."
The tall and straight silver-haired old man sat at the dining table with a gentle smile, beckoning to the young man.
"Come, come, Alvin. It's been a long time. Let your father have a look at you."
A helpless smile appeared on his face.
Su Shu walked up, bent down, and let his father rub his son's head.
"You've grown taller again, Alvin."
"I'm almost an adult, Dad. As a dragon, growing to 1.8 meters is quite normal, isn't it?"
Vortigern's imposing figure was already over two meters tall.
Su Shu, who inherited the blood of the White Dragon, had grown to 1.6 meters at the age of eight. It could only be said that the physique of an artificial human could not be compared to that of an ordinary person.
"Hmm..."
Vortigern looked the boy up and down.
Now, sitting down, he actually had to look up at him.
...How quickly time flies.
"Time spares no one. Your father still vaguely remembers you as a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. Has it really been almost fifteen years..."
The old man's iron-gray eyes lowered slightly.
"In a few days, it will be your coming-of-age birthday. Is there any gift you want?
"...These past few years, your father feels guilty for not having much time to spend with you."
Rubbing his son's head, Vortigern smiled gently.
"Don't tell me you still want this old bag of bones to practice swords with you?"
"It's been a long time since I've experienced Dad's swordsmanship. I'm actually itching for a fight."
If there was anyone in Britain who could still suppress Su Shu in swordsmanship, it would perhaps only be his Vile King father.
Could he last ten rounds now? Or would it be an even match? Su Shu felt the outcome was hard to say.
"But let's talk about such entertaining matters later. Alvin does have two impertinent requests."
"Speak freely. Do you still need to be polite with your father on your coming-of-age ceremony?"
Su Shu smiled.
"I want to marry Lady Morgan."
His voice fell.
Vortigern was clearly taken aback.
The old man's expression was stunned for a moment, then he glanced at the witch sitting on the side with a half-smile.
"Good niece, you...?"
Morgan pressed her thin lips together and looked away, feeling a little guilty.
Alvin, I told you to ask indirectly, not to be so blunt.
But then she thought again, something seemed wrong...
—Wait, what do I have to be guilty about?
The witch's gaze immediately became scorching as she stared back.
"Me," Morgan emphasized the word. "What about me? Do you have an opinion, old man?"
Morgan had no respect for this good uncle of hers.
The infamous Vile King Vortigern wouldn't mind one more person cursing him. The two were old sparring partners, constantly trading sarcastic remarks.
Morgan wasn't even pretending anymore, directly calling him an old man.
He was already halfway in the grave, so it didn't seem to be a problem.
The vengeful witch still remembered how this old guy had broken her defenses back then.
And she had even magnanimously helped him raise his son, regardless of their past grievances.
Although, in the process of raising him... she herself had been carried away by Alvin. But the moon could testify, it was Alvin who made the first move!
Faced with the boy's teasing, the witch felt that no one could have resisted anyway.
Although... it seemed she was the one who had pushed Alvin down.
But for this, Morgan had no regrets.
The witch now only thought about how to drain Alvin dry in various ways every day.
But on the contrary, it was she who was defeated more and more often.
How to put it, Alvin probably just lacked parental love, which was why he liked to suckle her so much... No, I'm getting a reaction, can't think about it anymore.
"You don't come home more than a few times a year, and you don't even care about your own son."
Thinking of this, Morgan said angrily,
"You are a father first, then the Vile King, right? Vortigern, you really have the nerve. As expected of my good uncle."
This time... it was finally the Demonic Dragon's turn to be unable to hold his ground.
If you can't refute it, then don't refute it. Just pretend you didn't hear it.
Vortigern clicked his tongue and looked away, toward his son.
"There's no need for any big ceremony," Su Shu said with a smile. "Just give us your word."
To marry Morgan, as Su Shu's only relative in Britain, he of course had to ask for his father's opinion.
He truly and sincerely regarded Vortigern as his father.
Hearing this, the old man's expression was somewhat of a half-smile.
"Can I say no?"
It's useless even if you refuse. I'm a greatly filial son, after all.
The witch seemed to have long since been on the same wavelength as him.
"It's useless even if you don't agree! Alvin is an adult, you can't control him anymore, old man!"
Morgan walked up and pulled the silver-haired youth away from Vortigern, holding him in her arms.
It was true.
Although she touched him everywhere every day, unknowingly, the little guy she had created back then had grown so tall now.
Alvin was a head taller than her...
She could barely wrap her arms around him.
Noticing her struggling arms, Su Shu, in turn, pulled the witch into his embrace.
Being intimate in front of Vortigern, as his niece, Morgan was somewhat embarrassed.
However, the witch tried to struggle but couldn't get free, so she let the youth be, turning her head away with a blush.
In terms of strength, there were few in Britannia who could surpass Su Shu now, a point the witch was deeply aware of every night.
"Alright, the old man's words don't count anymore..."
Vortigern smiled, propped himself up, walked over, and patted Su Shu's shoulder.
"You chose her yourself, I can't control it. You chose well. Treat her well."
"Mm," Su Shu nodded.
"Didn't you say two impertinent requests? What's the other one?"
"There's a question I want to ask you, Father. You said you would answer it when I grew up."
His voice fell.
The echo hung in the air.
The smile on Vortigern's face disappeared.
The atmosphere in the banquet hall seemed to suddenly become cold and silent.
The candlelight flickered, but could not disperse the youth's scorching gaze.
"What exactly is the decline of the Age of Gods, Father?"
No answer.
The old man closed his eyes and fell into silence.
Su Shu just looked at him, waiting quietly.
The witch squeezed the youth's palm.
The youth stroked her smooth silver hair.
The firelight flickered.
But Su Shu's resolve never wavered.
He didn't know how long it had been.
The old man finally slowly opened his cloudy eyes, revealing a weary gaze.
Not like a demonic dragon.
Just a father.
It was as if, in an instant, the majestic aura of the Vile King had drained from his body.
"Do you really want to know? Alvin, you don't have to know."
"If I don't have to, then I am not worthy of being the son of the White Dragon."
The youth looked directly into his father's eyes.
"Without knowing your position, I cannot truly understand your heart. The pain and responsibility that the Vile King Vortigern has endured, to bear it all alone, don't you think you're being a bit too much, Father?"
"Too much..."
The light-devouring demonic dragon lowered his dim, cloudy eyes.
"I am indeed the infamous Vile King Vortigern. The world calls me cruel and tyrannical. So what if it's too much.
"But you are different. You are still young. You don't have to choose this path. My present is the future you can see.
"Even so, do you still want... to hear your father's answer?
"Alvin..."
"If you don't care, why should I?"
Su Shu said softly.
"Whether you want to tell me is your business, but I want to listen."
A second silence.
That pair of rough, scarred hands, opened and clenched, clenched and opened again.
Vortigern slowly opened his eyes, looking directly at his son.
"You're an adult now, your wings have grown. I can't discipline you anymore, Alvin."
Su Shu laughed, he laughed very happily.
"When have you ever disciplined me?"
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