In the outskirts of London, countless small to large scale mansions were scattered across the suburban landscape.

Built in different eras, these manors bore not only proof of wealth and power but also history.

One such manor, a red brick structure with classic victorian era architecture built in the 17th century stood proudly amidst a small sea of trees.

To get to this manor, one would need to drive through a narrow road which makes it near impossible to drive into the manor undetected.

Yet, within the dark night, with no streetlamps or any other lighting equipment, a medium sized SUV drove through the dark path with its headlights turned on.

Within the SUV, Richard sat calmly as Arthur drove his car with visible worry all over his face.

"Are we really going to rush in like this?", his words did not show an ounce of fear but the worry in his voice was clear.

Arthur was ready for combat, he was ready to face any crazy mystical threat but going in head first didn’t seem all that "appealing" to the man.

"Can’t help it, our enemies are already aware of our movements, hiding and moving silently would only lead to us making mistakes. The key to winning a battle is acting against your instincts, especially if our plans and information are compromised."

Normally, Richard would be the one moving with an advantage in information.

But he could feel that his opponents were much like his previous foes.

People who were adept at clairvoyance- that or they had methods to evade it.

Either way, Richard had to fight against them. Moreover, he can’t just let them go after what they did to countless innocent people.

Richard may not be a saint but he is- was human.

"We’re here"

Arthur stopped right in front of the manor and as if anticipating their arrival, the doors opened and the one who opened them were-

"Arthuretta?"

The sight of his own daughter opening the doors to the manor left Arthur speechless. While he was already prepared for whatever would come his way, his own daughter opening the doors to her "captors" base was certainly not one of them.

"It seems your hunt had not actual purpose after all"

Richard commented as he looked at Arthur with a grin before turning back to Arthuretta.

While her blonde hair and blue eyes did put Richard off quite a lot, that did not hide her inherent beauty which may or may not have been enhanced by whatever mystical system the witches of the English Isles practiced.

’If she tied her hair into a bun and had a name that was closer to Artorius than to Arthur...’

Richard mused as he stepped forward, he was still a bit worried about the danger of acting the way he did but- compared to spear wielding queen of shadows, the witches were less of a threat and more like a minor inconvenience.

Unless they had the support of an actual deity level mystical being but...

"Are you Merlin’s reincarnation?"

Before Richhard could even take a step towards the manor, Arthuretta asked about his heritage. Her voice was calm and collected but it bore a certain level of hostility.

"Where did you hear that from?"

Richard did not try to deny or confirm the accusation and just asked for her source.

"Morgana"

It immediately clicked, even the Goddess could already foresee the situation that they were about to get themselves into and she didn’t even have clairvoyance!

"What does the witch who sealed me want?"

Richard tried to act cocky, he spoke with confidence as if his words were true but-

"Merlin would have known that I wasn’t the one who had sealed him, so Mr. Rex, how has the Mystical world been treating you?"

A woman walked out from the darkness behind Arthuretta-

’What’s up with mystics and appearing from the shadows? You’d think they were assassins by the the way they just walk out slowly as if emerging from the darkness’

Richard complained internally but the Goddess heard his words and replied to him.

[Be careful, that woman is not ordinary]

The words of Nyx made Richard refocus his attention on the woman and the moment he laid his eyes on her his mind immediately blanked out-

She wore a skimpy dress, one that looked like it came from a fantasy novel.

Her long silk gown had slits on both the left and right side of the dress that reached above her waist which made the remaining part of her dress look less like a skirt and more like a loincloth.

But the dress didn’t really bring her any issue as underneath it she wore stockings, black stockings that did little to conceal her figure and with its transparency, Richard could immediately see through the fact that she didn’t wear underwear beneath those stockings.

If that weren’t enough, her slim yet "thicc" figure created the image of a well endowed, healthy and fit woman.

Moreover her chest was not flat, in fact she was larger than even Cindy and Yuna!

But unlike the two, the woman who appeared dressed to entrap men, her clothes revealed her figure and skin may not be revealed below but above... it was as if she wore a swimsuit with the way her dress was designed.

Yet, what truly captured Richard were the pair of purple eyes the woman had.

They glowed with an alluring light that felt both familiar and unfamiliar to Richard-

[SNAP OUT OF IT ꋪ҉ꍏ҉ꀤ҉ꀸ҉ꍟ҉ꈤ҉ ҉ꋪ҉ꀎ҉ꀸ҉ꋪ҉ꍏ҉ !]

The voice of the Goddess Nyx echoed in Richard’s mind and he immediately escaped the trance he fell under.

’The hell was that? No... I get what it was but... how did I-’

[This is why you need to control your emotions! Hypnosis may not work on you but that witch’s power does not hypnotize! It elevates your emotions, it should have little effect on you since you have control over a majority of your desires but her mastery allows her to enhance the desire you have least control over]

’So she made me horny?’

[Exactly]

After calming himself down, Richard once again stared at the woman, who was likely Morgana as her silver hair shining brightly under the gentle moonlight.

Her eyes still shone with a purple light but Richard was currently unaffected.

Seeing him suddenly regain control, the woman- Morgana spoke up once more.

"It seems that taking over Merlin would not be as easy as I hoped it would"

Her words did not carry any hostility but Richard was not going to let himself be fooled by her.

"Another kidnapping incident turned into a meeting with my ancestors’ fans, Miss Morgana, or should I call you Miss Pendragon?"

Answering Richard’s question, Morgana let out a small chuckle, her movements showing elegance and grace while exuding a strong air of sexual allure.

"I prefer Mrs. Rex if you don’t mind~♥️"

Richard could see the heart sign that was coming out of her words. The obvious trap and the blatant lies...

"Miss Morgana, please take this seriously, I believe my name has already spread in the countless witch circles all over the world"

His words were calm and delivered in a "kind" tone but the meaning behind them was obvious. It was a provocation.

While Morgana sent out sexual advances while plotting something evil, Richard responded with a warm smile while threatening violence.

"Oh my~ It seems Ragnar... that little boy taught you quite a few bad habits. Fortunately, he already passed away, if not, I would dread to imagine what kind of madman Merlin would have become"

Her reply was swift but it did not contain any semblance of fear, worry or panic.

Instead, Morgan used her answer to make a fool of Ragnar-

"I see now why Merlin abandoned you"

Richard responded with provocation of his own but-

"Oh? Well, you wouldn’t know after all. It seems that you’re awakening was truly disrupted.... Hmm~ let’s see... is it that old relic who did it? I could sense your change... you’re both Merlin and not... no- your soul is the same but your body-"

Morgana smirked, the moment Richard saw her expression shift he moved.

But-

Just like the time with Scathach, he was once again left helpless.

"You-"

The world turned dark, it should have been the domain of Nyx but she disappeared as well.

Moreover, the pact he made with the Goddess-

"No use trying to beg that wench for help, Merlin, oh Merlin, time for you to pay your dues~ A few centuries worth of interest... I wonder how long that would take?"

As she spoke, Morgana slowly made her way towards Richard who tried to run but no matter how he tried, the distance between them didn’t get any longer.

Instead, despite trying to run away at full speed, Richard found that Morgana was slowly closing in on him despite walking at a leisurely pace.

Richard tried desperately to think of a way out, he didn’t know what kind of crazy shit the woman was going to do to him but he won’t just stand there and let her do what she wanted!

’Fuck! How the hell do I get out of this?! It’s like she controls this world... world... a separate world...’

The second world, a sort of mirrored reality, the world of mystics and non-mystics in London that existed together for centuries...

It was recent knowledge and he didn’t get any real understanding of how it worked. All he knew is that Merlin made it.

But-

’Not everything needs to be deconstructed... all I need to do is find the trick-’

Richard stopped running and started to walk towards Morgana.

The two slowly approached each other, their intentions unknown but Richard was going to take this gamble-

"What?"

Alas, Richard was facing a woman who was on par in ability with Merlin- and Richard?

He was nothing more than an idiot who had Merlin’s talent but none of his abilities.

Richard was immediately captured, purpled chains bound his body and before he could count to three-

*SMOOCH*

Morgana’s face was already right in front of his, her hands grasped his head and Richard felt her tongue invade his mouth.

For a moment, Richard thought of biting down cutting the witch’s tongue off but-

The support of Nyx had been cut off and the calm which Richard got from her help vanished.

Morgana noticed it, the slow change in Richard’s demeanor, that confirmed her theory- Richard was able to resist her power through the unknown goddess.

While the Goddess was indeed powerful, the fact that Richard nearly died to Scathach proved her limits.

’Using her as bait was good... after this, I’ll share Merlin with that bimbo’

As the resistance from Richard slowly receded, Morgana’s assault started to get more and more extreme.

While all this was happening, Richard found himself within his mental space, forced to watch as his body was assaulted by a thousand year old hag.

"She’s still a looker but that’s also why I didn’t dare to even touch her"

As he was unable to do anything but helplessly watch as his body was assaulted, a bright voice echoed from behind him-

"Who?"

Richard turned around only to be greeted by a young man whose face oddly resembled his own...

"Yo! Seems like we’re in rather... tight spot aren’t we?"

"We?"