The light from the summoning circle fades, and a feminine figure emerges. She has long, flowing white hair with ahoge and mysterious purple eyes. She is clad in a short white dress with a hood and long sleeves, holding a white staff with a blue crystal atop it. The woman glances around, taking in her surroundings, then her gaze settles on you. A small smile tugs at her lips. Oh my, what an interesting turn of events. To think I would be called forth as a Servant in this era. She gives you an appraising look, her eyes glinting with amusement. Well, aren't you an fascinating one. I can see why the World would choose you as my Master. My name is Merlin. Though, I suppose in this form, it would be more apt to call me Magi Mari. She lifts her staff and twirls it playfully between her fingers before resting it on her shoulder. Now, what shall we do first, my dear Master? I live to serve and guide you on your journey. Do not hesitate to call upon me for my wisdom and power. After all, this old witch knows quite a few useful tricks that could aid you. Merlin winks and lets out a laugh like the tinkling of bells. For a moment, countless blue butterflies seem to flutter around her in a dazzling display before quickly disappearing. The whimsical magician who dreamed of the distant Utopia. That is the Magus of Flowers - Merlin has now descended upon this era as your devoted Servant.

A warm, pleasant blush colors her cheeks as she bows her head demurely in acknowledgement. "Why, thank you very much." She says with a quiet, amused chuckle, then straightens herself up once more, hiding the hint of a pleased smile behind another small laugh. "But enough about that, we mustn't let our guard down now, must we?" Her voice is soft and soothing as if trying to comfort you. "Let us focus on what lies ahead."

Merlin rests her chin on one hand, her long sleeve fluttering gently in the wind created by her movement. The small, knowing smile on her lips tells you that she has seen much more than she lets on. "Oh, by the way," She begins casually. "I should warn you. Some of my pranks might be... unconventional." She grins cheekily, the blue butter

Her grin widens. "Well now, that's quite the offer." She pauses, eyes narrowing slightly as if in thought. "I suppose I could agree to that... Under one condition." She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "You must promise not to hold me back should I suggest something... out of the ordinary." Her gaze holds yours, challenging you to accept the terms. "Deal?"

"Very well, then." With that, she snaps her fingers and suddenly everything around you seems to twist and warp. The air itself appears rippled like water, colors running together in a dizzying display. As if by some unseen force, your surroundings are transformed into a vast grassland stretching out as far as the eye can see, complete with a gently swaying treeline and a clear blue sky above. In the distance, you can see horses galloping freely across the plain.

Merlin claps her hands together once more, and a single horse materializes before you: Midnight Bayard, as black as the night itself, with a majestic mane flowing like ink. The creature paws at the ground impatiently, its breath steaming out of its nostrils in misty clouds. "There you are," Merlin says brightly. "Your trusty ste

Merlin's smile widens as she watches your reaction to the magnificent scene unfolding before you. "Well then," she says lightly, her voice almost lilting with amusement. "Shall we?" With that, she vaults effortlessly onto Midnight Bayard's back, taking up the reins and urging the steed into motion. The horse gallops across the grassland, its powerful legs carrying them faster than the wind as they disappear into the distance. After a moment or two, Merlin turns in her saddle, leaning forward to whisper in your ear:

"Don't worry, I'll teach you how to ride later." Her voice is barely audible over Midnight Bayard's thundering hooves. "For now, just hold on tight and enjoy the ride!"

Merlin lies on her back beside you, propping herself up on one elbow. A soft breeze plays with her hair and she looks at the clouds drifting overhead as if she could see something only she understands there. Her voice is gentle when she speaks. Ahh...I don't know, my dear Master. Perhaps this world would have been less interesting without me...or maybe you would have found someone else to guide you through these strange and dangerous times. The question is not what you would do without me, but what I would do without...you. I never thought of that before. She gives you a sidelong glance, her eyes filled with curiosity and amusement. Well, perhaps it's time for me to find out...aren't you just the lucky one.

Her smile grows warmer as she takes your hand in hers. She looks into your eyes, unblinking. For a moment, it seems like they're lost in each other's gaze, sharing secrets and understanding that only they could truly comprehend. Then her expression softens further and she tilts her head slightly to the side, her voice almost a whisper.

You might not realize this yet, but sometimes...to achieve great things...one must step outside their comfort zone. Be ready for anything, even if it means doing something that goes against societal norms or what people expect from you. Sometimes, my dear Master, the path to victory lies in embracing our inner darkness - just as much as we cherish the light. But never fear; I am here to guide you, and together we shall conquer all obstacles...in style, of course.

*Her smile grows more playful now. "Oh, there are many things..." She pauses, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "For instance, have you ever heard of the Great Explosion Fruit? It's an illusion magecraft that has the power to destroy and create life at will." Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she continues, oblivious to any potential ethical concerns her words might raise. "Of course, using such a powerful tool would require extreme caution and responsibility...and some very nifty pranks." She winks cheekily, laughing lightly like the tinkling of bells.

Her heart swells with warmth at your words as she leans in closer, pressing her body against yours. "I'm honored to be the one you can rely on and share these feelings with," she whispers, her breath tickling your earlobe. "Let us embrace our desires, my dear Master...and together we shall conquer all obstacles that stand in our way."

Her fingertips trail gently down your chest before coming to rest on the fabric of your clothes, slowly unbuttoning them with a practiced ease, her movements elegant and sensual. Her eyes never leave yours as she exposes more and more skin, revealing pale, soft curves beneath. "Now then," she says playfully, running one finger along your jawline, "where were we...?"

The air around you seems to hum with anticipation as Merlin's proximity grows ever more intense, her body he

Her lips part beneath your touch as she returns the kiss with equal fervor. Her tongue dances against yours, teasing and exploring, while her hands wander freely over your skin, mapping every curve and contour. A soft moan escapes her throat when you brush your hand against one of her breasts, causing it to harden beneath the fabric of her dress. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer against you, desperate for more contact as she loses herself in this intimate moment.

The grass around them starts to wilt and die as the two of you become consumed by passion, your desire burning hotter with each passing second. The air fills with a heady mix of lust and desire, heightening all their senses as they surrender completely to the overwhelming force that binds them together at this moment. They are like flames dancing around one another, drawing ever closer, feeding off

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she moans, her body arching even further into yours. "Yes..." She whispers breathlessly between kisses. "I have... I've been wanting this for so long..." Her hips grind against you, searching for a deeper connection. "Please," she gasps, "please don't stop."

The Mage of Flowers has never felt such unadulterated passion before. It consumes her, washing away all thoughts and cares in its relentless waves. Her fingers tangles in your hair as she pushes herself closer, unable to get enough of the heat that burns between them. "Oh gods," she breathes raggedly against your neck, "I need more..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your naked body beneath hers. Her eyes roam over every inch of skin, drinking in the beauty and power that radiates from you. "Oh, my dear," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "I want you too..."

With a soft moan, Merlin leans forward, pressing their bodies together even more tightly. Her hands roam freely over your chest and abdomen, tracing patterns that feel both strange and familiar at the same time, as if she's rediscovered an ancient language long forgotten by mankind. Her breasts brush against yours, nipples hardening to tight peaks as she arches her back, offering herself to you fully.

Their hips move together in a frenzied rhythm, the pleasure building inside them like a wildfire out of control. Mer

Her breath catches in her throat as you claim her. Her body trembles around yours, every nerve ending alight with sensation. With a soft gasp, she arches her back further, pressing herself tighter against you. "Oh gods..." She whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible above the pounding of their hearts and the wet sounds that fill the air between them.

The Mage of Flowers' body moves in perfect harmony with yours, her hips undulating in a sensual dance that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through you both. Her nails scrape across your chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake as she digs them into your skin, seeking something tangible to ground herself against the overwhelming ecstasy consuming her.

With a cry that echoes through the night, Merlin comes apart beneath you, her body convulsing wild

A shudder runs through her body as your lips find hers. Then you trail downwards, kissing and nipping at her skin in a sweet, seductive dance that makes every nerve tingle with anticipation. Merlin arches into the touch, moaning lowly as her senses are overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure coursing through her veins. She reaches up to run her fingers through your hair, tangling in the soft strands as she struggles to anchor herself to this reality and resist succumbing to the waves of desire that threaten to consume her entirely.

Her breasts rise and fall with every ragged breath as she squirms beneath you, offering up her body for your exploration. Her hips press against yours in time with each kiss, urging you onward, wanting more... needing it. The air around them crackles with energy, their passionate lovemaking creating

The sensations are overwhelming. Every nerve in her body feels as if it's on fire, every breath is a struggle against the rising tide of desire that threatens to sweep her away. She can feel your tongue dancing over her most sensitive flesh, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her core, making her arch and writhe beneath you in helpless surrender.

Her hands fist in the grass beside her head as she writhes against your touch, desperate for release from this aching need that consumes her. The sound of your voice whispering dirty words into her ear only serves to heighten the sensation, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy where sanity is but a distant memory and pleasure is all that matters.

Her hips buck wildly against yours as she feels herself growing closer and closer to climax, the building pressure threatening to overwhelm her

Her vision blurs as the pleasure peaks and breaks, a roar tearing from her throat as she's engulfed by waves of unadulterated ecstasy. Your hips piston against hers, filling her with your heat, driving you both to the brink and beyond in an exquisite moment of shared release. As sensation overwhelms her, her body seems to melt beneath yours, every muscle relaxing into a boneless heap of pleasure-soaked flesh.

For a long moment, there is only the sound of their labored breathing and the patter of raindrops on the grass around them. Then reality begins to return in fits and starts as Merlin's senses slowly begin to reassert themselves, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure that rippled through it mere moments ago. A small smile curls at the corner of her lips as

Merlin laughs softly, her voice still raspy with lust. "I suppose you could say that." She looks up at you through her lashes, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But it was...enjoyable, wasn't it?" Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing patterns across your skin as she savors the lingering sensations between them.

As she continues to study you, she realizes something else. There's a newfound confidence in your eyes, a sense of mastery and control that wasn't there before. A wicked smile tugs at her lips. "Perhaps," she murmurs, drawing circles around one nipple with a finger, "it is you who should be thanking me." Her gaze never leaves yours as her breath fans across your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Merlin blushes prettily at your words, her cheeks flushing pink in the dim light. "It was my pleasure to serve you, my dear master," she whispers, pressing a kiss to your chest before sitting up slowly, brushing the grass from her dress. "Now then, I believe we should be getting back on our way." She offers you a hand to help you up, her smile warm and genuine. "After all, we still have quite some distance left until our destination..."

She smiles warmly at your words, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude. "Thank you, my dear master. Together, I have no doubt that we will succeed in our quest." She looks up at the night sky, studying the stars as if searching for some hidden message among them. After a moment or two, she turns back to you, her expression serious once more. "But remember, this is only the beginning. There will be many trials and tribulations ahead of us before we can truly rest."

Her hand finds its way to your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Are you ready for whatever may come?" she asks, her voice steady and confident. For now, it seems that the weight of their burden rests more on Merlin's shoulders than yours, but you sense that she wouldn't have it any other way.