He was only afraid that after Artoria and Morgan ran into each other, it would cause some unnecessary conflict, or even end with both sides hurt.
As it turned out, Alvin's worry was correct.
If not for him this time, Artoria might have been about to release the "seal" on the holy sword.
Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help secretly glancing at Artoria.
Fortunately, after he appeared, Artoria seemed to calm down, or rather, she knew that as King Arthur she should maintain the "rationality" she ought to have.
If a real fight broke out between the royal palace and Morgan, the ones hurt would be the people of Britain, and it might even give the transmigrators' side a chance.
So the blonde King of Knights eased her expression and simply quietly observed Morgan le Fay, this elder sister she had not seen in a long time.
The mana in the air rippled softly.
Amid drifting pink petals, Merlin, draped in a white mage robe, appeared silently at the palace gate.
He swept his gaze over the palace, and when he saw Alvin he immediately understood.
So the white-haired mage secretly let out a breath and showed a faint smile.
"Looks like I was too hasty?"
Just now Merlin had been very worried. After all, once the Age of Gods descended, Britain might suffer severe damage.
But judging from the current situation, Alvin's appearance seemed to have stabilized things.
Morgan's beautiful eyes softened as she gazed at the boy.
After a long moment, she said gently, "It's really nice to see you again, Alvin."
As she spoke, Morgan was about to walk toward Alvin.
But at that moment, Artoria stepped in front of the boy first.
She looked coldly into the woman's eyes.
"I said it already, elder sister."
"I won't let you get one step closer to him again."
The atmosphere that had just begun to ease suddenly became tense beyond belief, terrifying mana drifting between the two.
"It's been so long since you both last met, there's no need to start fighting the moment you see each other. Wouldn't it be better if everyone sat down and talked calmly?", Merlin wore a gentle smile, trying to cool them down.
But Morgan never looked at Merlin even once, as if the white-haired mage beside her were nothing more than a maggot.
"You're right."
But suddenly, a stunning smile bloomed on her face.
Then she stepped forward and reached her hand out toward Artoria.
Seeing this, everyone present secretly sighed in relief.
Alvin finally let out a breath as well.
'Good,' he had thought he would have to use even more drastic methods to steady Morgan and Lily.
But now it seemed the elder sister was still that elder sister, and as for Lily, there was no need to say more. She had always been the embodiment of rationality, otherwise that line "King Arthur doesn't understand people's hearts" would never have spread.
Even if the two sides simply shook hands and made peace, as long as they could sit down and talk, everything would be fine—Just as Alvin thought this, his mind suddenly went blank.
Mordred and Gareth stared, dumbfounded.
The three Knights of the Round Table wore shocked expressions.
Countless knights present turned from tense to deathly pale.
Under all those countless gazes, Morgan drew closer to Artoria step by step.
However, just when everyone thought they were about to shake hands and reconcile, Morgan slipped past Artoria's side and walked straight toward the boy.
"I've finally met you Alvin."
Under countless astonished and wide-eyed gazes, the witch tightly embraced the boy.
Her sweet, nostalgic voice echoed in the silent air.
Then she slowly lowered her head, those enchanting eyes gazing deeply into the boy's.
At that moment, Alvin felt every signal in his body going off like crazy, and the slightly piercing stares from all around made his eyelids twitch wildly.
"Morgan, wai—"
Before he could finish.
Just as Alvin lifted his head, under countless stunned gazes, Morgan lowered hers and gently pressed her soft red lips to his. [T/N: NTRed!]
Time seemed to freeze in this moment.
The royal palace, early summer sunlight, faint cicada song, the crowd staring dumbfounded at the palace gate, and the witch kissing the boy's lips, plus the golden-haired King of Knights whose eyes were full of confusion and shock.
If a transmigrator happened to be present right now, they could likely paint an excellent picture from memory after returning, and title it "Artoria Watching."
Clang!
Mordred unconsciously let go of her greatsword, the blade crashing into the ground with a crisp, heavy thud.
"Sorry," After saying that, Mordred quickly picked up the sword and backed up several steps.
Everything about her expression said, 'Don't mind me, pretend I'm not here.'
The rebellious knight, usually untamable, had experienced a roller coaster of emotions all within a single day.
The three Knights of the Round Table in the palace were clearly on the verge of losing composure as well. Although they had known Morgan had feelings for Alvin, at least before there had been a thin veil between them.
But now, the witch was face-sitting attacking right in front of the king.
Merlin, after a brief moment of shock, steadied himself slightly, raised his head with a smile, "Everyone, why don't we sit down peacefully and discuss—"
BOOM!
Before he finished, in the very next instant, Artoria lifted her eyelids, those holy blue eyes filled with fury and intense killing intent.
"MORGAN LE FAY!"
At that moment, the mana of Britain seemed to surge wildly toward the palace, an ocean-like torrent gathering around Artoria.
Golden hair whipped in the wind, and the holy sword in her hand seemed to emit a faint sound.
"Seal Thirteen. Decision start."
A vote of the Round Table.
Mordred's heart trembled as if she sensed something and looked up at Artoria.
'Thirteen Constraints of the Holy Sword, she wants to release the seals of the holy sword?'
Realizing this, Mordred blurted, "Arthur…"
But before she finished, an impossibly sacred and solemn voice rang in everyone's ears.
"The battle must be to save the world!"
Then, not long after the voice, a reply came: "Agreed."
Brilliant golden radiance silently gathered within the holy sword.
Faintly, a sound like liberation echoed.
Excalibur, this legendary holy sword, had thirteen seals. To release its true power, more than half of the Knights of the Round Table had to approve.
Yet in not even a second, the first seal had already been released.
Even Mordred's mouth twitched, let alone the usually stone-faced knights not far away.
'A battle to save the world?'
'Is this battle really related to saving the world?'
After a brief stupor, several Knights of the Round Table felt Artoria's gaze fall on them.
Her eyes were calm and cold, yet when they saw those eyes they all swallowed unconsciously.
Thinking carefully, Morgan did indeed now pose a threat to Camelot's safety, the release of the holy sword wasn't illogical.
After giving themselves a little psychological preparation, the Knights of the Round Table present approved the sword's unsealing.
"The battle must be to save the world," Arthur.
"The battle must be to live," Kay.
"The enemy must be more powerful than oneself," Bedivere.
As for Gawain, he didn't even wait to be asked and had already silently agreed.
He had sworn to forever support the king's decisions unconditionally. Even during the holy sword's unsealing ritual, he chose unconditional support.
In just a few seconds, four seals had already been released.
Mordred and Gareth, who had been planning to slack off on the side, suddenly heard the same voice echoing in their minds.
Mordred secretly gritted her teeth, grabbed Gareth's wrist, and pulled back, "I refuse!"
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