'It can actually use its Noble Phantasm twice in a row? What kind of monster is this,' Gray's heartbeat sped up against her will, every nerve in her body screaming warnings of danger, telling her to run away as fast as she could.
But at this moment, the Holy Lance's magical energy had already gathered again.
In the next instant, a golden magical light cannon came crashing down toward the girl.
"Kid, lift me up!"
Add let out a low roar, as if it had made some kind of decision.
Yet just then, a hand suddenly grabbed onto it.
"Add, I'll send you in front of the Holy Lance in a bit. You grab the chance to take control of it."
Right after that, a third voice sounded in this space.
At the same time, his heart thumped once in his chest.
In that instant, pitch black magical energy spread out across this space, then little by little began eroding the radiance of the Holy Lance.
Gray turned her head on reflex, her eyes first confused, then quickly filling with surprise and joy when she saw the boy clearly.
"Alvin?"
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[Avalon]
Merlin fell into deep thought. Or rather, he was just a bit stuck.
According to his original plan, Morgan should already have been drawn over by the battle between Sajyou Manaka and the White Dragon by now.
What would happen after that… the answer went without saying.
'But right now, why are the Princess of the Root and Alvin so in sync?'
From the moment those two started fighting, Merlin had noticed that both of them were holding back. Anyone who knew what was going on could tell they were fighting, but anyone who did not might think they were flirting.
And now they had stopped halfway through the fight to trade a holy relic?
'Sajyou Manaka… What on earth is that girl thinking?'
The nightmare known as Merlin was full of doubt and confusion.
Merlin did not realize that someone else was quietly watching him at this moment.
Merlin had watched Artoria grow up from childhood. To this King Arthur, Merlin had once been both teacher and friend.
Even though he was a nightmare without human emotions, Artoria still understood him a little.
And right now, she could clearly see a very subtle expression on Merlin's face.
'Just now… what did he see inside the Radiant Tower?'
"Merlin," Thinking of this, Artoria spoke.
Merlin's shoulders twitched. His expression quickly returned to its usual calm smile, "W-what is it, my king?"
"What happened over at the Radiant Tower?"
Artoria stared into Merlin's eyes, "Did something happen to him?"
Merlin shook his head with a smile, "You worry too much. With your sister there, nothing will happen to Alvin. Besides, he is the White Dragon. There are very few people in this world who can hurt him.
"Not even the Princess of the Root is an exception."
"I see."
The golden-haired King of Knights slowly closed her eyes, then spoke, "Did he win?"
Merlin paused for a moment, then hesitated, "He did not win, but he did not lose either. Both sides held back."
As he said this, he opened his mouth to try to change the subject, "In a sense, your sister thinks the same way you do. She has now decided to cooperate with the transmigrators' side as well."
He knew Artoria had always been unable to fully set her mind at ease about the royal palace, or rather, about all of Britain.
There was no doubt that Morgan le Fay was an unhinged beauty. No one knew what Britain would become under her control.
What Merlin was saying now was both to reassure Artoria about her country and to divert her attention.
But after hearing this, Artoria only shook her head lightly, "I know my sister. She looks down on everyone in this world, and she definitely would not cooperate with the transmigrators' side."
Right now some of the great nobles of Britain were strongly against cooperation with the transmigrators' side. The fundamental reason was that most of them were conservatives who did not want future cooperation to affect their current status.
However, Morgan le Fay was different. She was not a conservative. She simply looked down on every transmigrator equally.
To put it bluntly, that woman would never willingly take the initiative to cooperate with the transmigrators' side.
"I think it was Alvin who persuaded your sister," Merlin said.
But Artoria still had doubts, "After agreeing to Alvin's request, has she done anything else?"
Merlin pondered for a moment, "Not long ago, Morgan already had the news spread. She plans to hold a banquet in the royal palace."
"I think you may be worrying a bit too much. That woman's words are indeed unreliable, but for Alvin's sake, she will not go back on something she has agreed to."
He did not understand human emotions, but when it came to the tangled love and hate between the two sisters of Britain and Alvin, Merlin had been silently watching as a witness from the very beginning.
Morgan le Fay was a schemer who would stop at nothing to reach her goals. So-called promises did not hold much weight for her.
However, she would not be willing to let Alvin down, or rather, to let her image collapse in Alvin's heart.
Even just for Alvin, she absolutely would not stir up any trouble during this royal banquet where the two sides were to meet.
Artoria frowned slightly without meaning to, a trace of confusion flickering across her noble, stunning face.
For some reason, she just could not shake a vague sense of strangeness in her heart.
Morgan agreeing to Alvin's request and deciding to cooperate with the transmigrators' side… That in itself was not strange.
But that woman actively taking the initiative to host a banquet for the sake of promoting this matter, that was what felt a bit strange.
"Is Alvin still inside the Radiant Tower?", Artoria suddenly asked.
At the mention of this, Merlin could not help feeling a little guilty, "Yes… if nothing unexpected happens, he should be coming out soon."
"I see."
Artoria thought for a long time, then looked up, "Merlin, on the day of the banquet, I want to leave Avalon and see it for myself."
Merlin hesitated, then said uncertainly, "But, my king, if you go, it might…"
"My sister will not make a move against me at the banquet," Artoria said firmly.
"In the same way, for the sake of the bigger picture, I will restrain myself as well."
Merlin opened his mouth, but in the end he fell silent.
This banquet was being held by Morgan for the sake of promoting future cooperation between the two sides, and Alvin would definitely be present that day.
It was not hard to imagine that Alvin probably had high hopes for this cooperation.
If the cooperation were to fall apart because of a fight between the two of them that day, Alvin would surely be very disappointed.
In other words, whoever made the first move at the banquet would be the one who lost.
When it came down to it, for the sake of the future between the two sides, Artoria could not possibly be the one to strike first.
After a short while, Merlin finally spoke, breaking the silence.
"All right. On the day of the banquet, I will send you out of Avalon."
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Endless golden magical energy rippled outward from the Holy Lance as its center, spreading quietly like waves.
Alvin walked toward the center of the Holy Lance, holding the mystic code called "Add."
Gray was following right behind Alvin.
The closer she got to the center of the Holy Lance, the more uneasy the girl felt in her heart.
Even if her perception was not that sharp, she could clearly sense the aura of danger emanating from the Holy Lance at this point.
Yet as she trailed behind Alvin, Gray quickly realized that the sharp edge of the Holy Lance could no longer come even a bit closer.
'It is Alvin. Did he use some special magecraft to resist the Holy Lance's magic?'
Gray instinctively glanced at Alvin, but before she could think any further, his voice pulled her back to reality.
"Gray, in a bit I'll hold off the god dwelling in the Holy Lance. You and Add just have to find a chance to take control of the Holy Lance."
'He will hold off the god inside the Holy Lance?'
Gray could not help freezing for a moment. She had been in a mental blank this whole time. Once she processed what he meant, she could not help feeling worried for Alvin.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
As if he could see straight into her thoughts, Alvin reached out and placed his hand over the girl's fair, delicate hand.
He wore a bright, gentle smile, "I know what you're thinking. Once we're back at the Clock Tower later, I'll explain it to you, okay?"
Strictly speaking, with the relationship between the two of them, Alvin did not need to explain anything to Gray.
But once he said this, their relationship clearly became a little closer, and the warm, burning sensation from his palm made Gray's heart tremble slightly.
She quickly lowered her head and softly answered, "Okay."
Whether it was because even the Holy Lance could not bear to watch anymore, or because the two of them were already close to its core, in any case, the goddess born from its divinity finally erupted.
She gripped the Holy Lance formed of condensed magical energy and charged toward the two at high speed.
The pressure of the Holy Lance slammed into them head on.
Alvin let go of Gray's hand and tossed the cage holding Add to her as well.
Thump! Thump!
The White Dragon core gave a slight tremor.
Facing the Holy Lance, Alvin raised his right fist. Black magical energy gathered along his arm. It did not look like flesh and blood at all, but like something forged straight out of the abyss, incomparably hard.
Even Add, as a mystic code, felt its courage falter at this moment. This was its first time seeing a magus dare to face the Holy Lance with nothing but a mortal body. Even if it was only the lance's phantom, a single misstep would be enough to erase him to dust.
However, the result went against its expectations. Alvin's black fist met the Holy Lance's phantom head on, shattering the goddess's condensed lance phantom with a single punch. The strength of his blow did not weaken in the slightest, and the black magical energy seemed ready to devour the Holy Lance's magic along with it.
BANG!
With the body of a demonic dragon descending upon the scene, Alvin possessed peerless destructive power, in no way inferior to any weapon in this world.
After smashing the Holy Lance's phantom, he struck directly toward the goddess in front of him.
As a god, Rhongomyniad had no blood. Even so, that punch still forced her back several steps, as if the radiance that had surrounded her had dimmed a little.
"Is this guy really human? How can a magus have such a monstrous body? This body is basically no different from a weapon."
Add was somewhat dumbfounded. It knew Alvin's magic circuits were special, but it had not expected him to shatter the Holy Lance's phantom with sheer strength.
"What are you spacing out for? Take her over there!"
Alvin's voice rang out at this moment.
Only then did Add snap back to its senses and shout toward Gray, "Kid, come with me!"
The gray-haired girl reacted at once, grabbing Add and running toward the core area of the Holy Lance.
The goddess Rhongomyniad did not stop the two of them. Or rather, she knew that as long as the boy in front of her remained, she would not be able to spare the focus for anything else.
At the entrance at the top of the tower, a blonde girl had just climbed up at this moment. When she saw the battle playing out here, a glint of interest quickly flickered in her eyes.
"The god born from the Holy Lance has no self-awareness, so naturally its power is not equal to that of a true god."
"But this is still my first time seeing someone take the Holy Lance's phantom head on with his bare body. The White Dragon really is a monster."
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