Artoria's expression did not change, "Find out the truth. If the news is real… drag out every transmigrator."
"They are desecrating the dead," Her words were filled with coldness.
From the current situation, every transmigrator arriving in the Camelot Empire meant one person in the royal capital would die… because transmigrators directly replaced the soul.
Ever since that person died, Artoria had become extremely sensitive to the idea of desecrating the dead.
If these people really were transmigrators… their fate was obvious.
Gawain stiffened a little inside, "Yes!"
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"Judging from this, I guess I did transmigrate, but didn't completely transmigrate?", After half an hour of trudging, Alvin arrived at a lakeside. He lowered his head to observe his reflection, then couldn't help muttering to himself.
On the clear lake surface was reflected a young boy's handsome, pale face.
His slightly messy hair added a bit of laziness, and the black in his eyes seemed stained with depth. At a glance, he looked soft and mysterious.
Along the way, Alvin had already sorted out his situation.
Right now, he was in a place called the Camlann Plains, and it didn't seem to be an ordinary transmigration but rather a "body takeover."
The countdown that had shown [42:59:58] had now jumped to [42:45:30].
What would happen when the countdown ended?
Alvin wasn't sure.
Maybe the end of the world, or maybe something else.
But in any case, he needed to move somewhere else first.
Because just now he had seen a "Silver Knight" nearby.
The "Silver Knights" were some of Morgan le Fay's greatest creations.
If Morgan le Fay saw him through a Silver Knight's eyes... He had, after all, basically betrayed her right before dying.
And the thing Morgan le Fay hated most was betrayal.
Thinking about that overly seductive witch and her blackened form, Alvin couldn't help shivering.
In short, he needed to get out of here fast.
With that thought, he got up, ready to leave.
"Let me go… who are you people, and where is this?", A frightened girl's voice sounded from the distance.
Alvin looked up, and his heart almost stopped. The words nearly slipped from his mouth, "What the hell, Morgan?"
A silver-haired girl was surrounded by a group of knights, her face full of fear, her delicate features making her look even more pitiful.
Her face and hair were identical to that "witch."
But after taking a closer look, Alvin calmed down.
No… she looked like Morgan le Fay, but her aura was completely different from the mature big-sister version.
Most importantly, that girl had almost no "humanity" inside her.
"Gray?"
After staring for a long moment, a name flashed across Alvin's mind. He muttered without thinking, "Why is she here?"
Gray studied at the Clock Tower just like Alvin, and was Lord El-Melloi II's apprentice.
'Could it be that I am not the only transmigrator?'
He had just thought this when he saw a golden-haired gorilla… no, a burly blond knight slowly walk up to Gray.
The moment he saw him, Alvin instantly narrowed his eyes.
'That guy is… Gawain?'
'If I am not drunk, that really is Gawain, right?'
'Why is he here?'
'And why is Gray in a place like this?'
Not far from the lake, Alvin watched the girl surrounded by knights with a puzzled gaze.
Gray was a student of the Clock Tower, and he actually got along with her fairly well.
After Alvin had first transmigrated into the Clock Tower and become Kenneth's disciple, he had gone with Kenneth to a small village in Wales and brought Gray back to the Clock Tower.
It had been quite some time since they became acquainted.
Although he had no idea why Gray was here, at least one thing seemed clear, he was not the only transmigrator.
As Alvin thought this, he suddenly heard a faint buzzing sound in the distance.
The gray-haired girl who had been trapped burst forth with magic and broke out of the enclosure.
Wearing little deerskin boots, she ran at full speed toward the entrance of the forest not far ahead.
Which happened to be in Alvin's direction.
"Hmph! Trying to run?"
Beside Gawain, another man with a slightly gloomy air stepped forward and drew the sword from his waist.
A massive sword wind surged toward Gray. A member of the Knights of the Round Table, the Iron Knight, Agravain.
Sensing the overwhelming sword wind behind her, Gray raised her hand and softly chanted something.
Light glimmered at her fingertips.
BOOM!
But before the magic could form, Agravain's terrifying sword wind crashed down in front of her.
Gray's steps froze, her body stiffening.
"Stop resisting. You transmigrators who desecrate the dead. Both your magecraft and your circuits are pathetically weak," Agravain approached slowly with his sword, voice icy, as if stating a trivial fact.
"Agravain, don't go too far, alright? She's still just a child," Gawain reminded.
As he spoke, his gaze couldn't help lingering on the gray-haired girl.
For a brief moment, the blond man whose power was second only to the First Knight felt a flicker of dread.
Not dread toward Gray, but toward that "witch."
They were too similar… the girl before him and Morgan le Fay looked almost identical.
If not for her clothes being exactly like the recent "transmigrators" who had appeared in Camelot, Gawain might have suspected she was the daughter of that guy and Morgan le Fay.
Not far away, Agravain had already reached Gray.
"Given up?"
Seeing the girl frozen in place, Agravain pressed his lips together, then let a cold arc appear, "Very smart. Surrendering will spare you some suffering."
With that, he gestured, and two armored knights stepped forward to seize Gray and bring her back into the group.
Wind rustled through the forest leaves.
Agravain's departing steps suddenly stopped. He turned toward the forest entrance, eyes full of caution.
"What is it, Agravain?", Gawain asked doubtfully.
Agravain regained focus and shook his head, "It's nothing. Take this transmigrator back first. I want to patrol here a bit longer. There may be more."
Gawain didn't think much of it. He nodded with a smile, "Alright. But be careful. Some of these transmigrators might actually be strong magi."
Agravain answered softly, then watched Gawain lead the group away before turning and walking alone into the forest.
Warm light filtered through branches, flecking the ground.
Wind stirred the shadows, and only the heavy clink of armor echoed.
At last, Agravain stopped before the lake.
He scanned the area, hand drifting toward his sword, slowly tightening.
"Whoever is hiding, come out!"
His tone was cold as always, even carrying a hint of killing intent.
Recently, among the vile magi who desecrated the dead, there had been transmigrators who used illusions.
They were low-grade illusions, but Agravain always saw one person in them.
Or rather, because he cared too much about that person, he always ended up seeing him.
To Agravain, to Gawain, to all the Round Table, that person was special.
He had died bearing infamy at the king's hand, but only the Round Table knew the truth, and how much he had silently done for the king.
A watchman in the endless night. As long as he lived, his sword and blood would guard Camelot's glory. That was the vow he once made.
He had never broken it, even at death.
Even someone like Agravain felt illuminated by that light once.
But these despicable foreigners, again and again defiling the dead, now even dared use cheap illusions to mock him.
Just thinking of this was enough for Agravain to want to kill.
The king had ordered them interrogated, forbidding execution for now.
But desecrating that person… even the king would never forgive it.
Thinking so, Agravain's mana gathered at his blade.
"If you don't show yourself, don't blame my sword for being merciless," Agravain said coldly.
He closed his eyes. In that instant, everything around him fell into his awareness.
Then a boy's voice came from behind, "Long time no see. Looks like you've grown stronger, Agravain."
The moment he heard it, Agravain's eyes flew open. He drew his sword and stabbed behind him.
But as the tip touched the boy's neck, it froze.
Agravain's usually gloomy eyes widened, staring in disbelief.
After a moment of dazed stillness, his body trembled.
Because he realized this wasn't the magic trick of those filthy transmigrators… nor Merlin's prank.
His lips trembled, unsure if from fear or something else.
"Alvin?"
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