Also, the higher-ups of Britain and even Knights of the Round Table would be attending this banquet, just thinking about that made it all feel a bit unreal.
However, Gray could not feel happy at all. Instead, she was faintly worried.
"What are you thinking about?"
Looking at the silent girl, Reines could not help asking.
Gray said softly, "Morgan is an Avenger. Her goal is the destruction of Britain. That's how all the old records I read described her."
"How could she be the one to actively bring about this cooperation?"
"Right? I thought it was strange too. But my brother has already decided to attend. I'd say the other Lords of the Clock Tower will probably come as well."
Reines let out a quiet sigh, "Hopefully nothing goes wrong when the time comes."
As she spoke, something seemed to occur to her, and she muttered, "I also have no idea where Alvin went. Ever since we traveled here, we haven't seen even a shadow of him."
Gray's expression froze for a moment, and she quickly remembered something.
Logically speaking, they were all King Arthur's "guests" now, and there was even a trend toward future cooperation between the two sides, 'Morgan has not even imprisoned Kayneth, a Lord of the Clock Tower. There is no way she would specifically lock Alvin up, right?'
'Then why is he not living in the same palace as us?'
And Alvin's performance today was also hard to ignore, especially the fact that he had been able to face a god head-on. Even now, when Gray recalled the scene in the Tower of Radiance just earlier, she could not help feeling a flutter of fear in her heart.
Once Reines left, she quickly shut the door, then walked over to the cage holding "Add," knelt down and stared at it.
"Add, I want to ask you something."
"Kekekeke, I know what you want to ask, but I don't feel like telling you—"
Gray lifted the cage, ready to smash it on the floor.
Add hurriedly said, "Wait, I'll talk, I'll talk!"
Watching the girl lower the cage, the mystic code that simulated the "Kay" personality spoke in a disgruntled voice, "Seriously, can you stop resorting to physical abuse so easily? If you keep being this violent you'll never get married. And I'm sure that guy from today definitely prefers gentler girls."
"Why are you suddenly bringing him up?", The girl frowned slightly, but her voice seemed to drop a few levels quieter.
"The thing you want to ask me is about that Alvin guy too, isn't it?"
Add drawled lazily, "That pitch-black magical energy, and that unique authority that can even dim the Holy Lance's radiance. Looking across all of Britain, there's only one other mythical creature that can stand against the Red Dragon that could pull that off, right?"
"I've already said this much. Do I really need to spell it out any clearer for you?"
———
Deep in a certain grove within the royal palace—
A cold and beautiful purple-haired woman stepped out of the trees, holding a bright red spear, smiling with narrowed eyes as she looked the boy over.
Alvin was also staring at the woman in front of him. When he clearly saw her appearance, he could not help parting his lips.
After a long moment, he muttered in a tone full of astonishment, "Scathach?"
"You know who I am?", When she heard the boy say that name, the purple-haired woman raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise and carefully looked Alvin over.
Logically speaking, she had never revealed her name at all. There was no reason he should know anything about the "Land of Shadows."
Alvin was also secretly examining the woman before him, "I've heard your name in the past, but never had the chance to see you in person."
"Oh?", Scathach seemed to become a little interested, a faint smile in her crimson eyes, "So how did you recognize me?"
Her long purple hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, and her perfectly full chest looked like something drawn straight out of a manga, yet her body also faintly radiated a natural queenly aura.
'If I said right now that you look like you're at a pretty "mature" age, I wonder how she'd react,' Alvin joked to himself, then smiled, "The unique aura of the Queen of the Land of Shadows, and that red spear of death-thorns in your hand, both pretty much give your identity away."
"And also, you have 'divinity' on you," Alvin added.
Yes, Strictly speaking, the current Scathach did not really count as "human." She was a demi-god.
She was both the warrior of the Celtic Ulster legends and the Queen of the Land of Shadows.
And unlike the "Heroic Spirits" people were familiar with, in the era of the Clock Tower where Alvin came from, Scathach's life still had never ended.
Because as someone who had become a "demi-god," she would not naturally grow old and die like a human.
Unless the world itself ended one day, Scathach would never die.
Back during his first time traveling, Alvin had already been wondering about something: were "transmigrators" limited only to modern magi?
Now, Scathach had given him the answer.
Perhaps, as long as they were a being who, in theory, was still alive somewhere in the history of Type-Moon, they had a chance of becoming a transmigrator.
Scathach was the best example.
After hearing Alvin's analysis, Scathach's eyes filled with approval, "Looks like it's not just your strength. Your mind works pretty quickly too."
She paused briefly, then went on, "In that case, why don't you try guessing what I'm here for?"
"You were secretly watching me. I don't think the Queen of the Land of Shadows would be so bored."
Alvin thought for a moment, "Did you sneak into the palace to gather information?"
"I don't really care about what's going on in Britain. And I wasn't following you to collect intel either."
Scathach pressed her lips together in a smile, "Honestly, when I first traveled to Britain I was pretty excited. Since this country has gathered strong people from all eras right now. I thought maybe there'd be someone here who could kill me."
Yes, in a sense, Scathach's goal was actually the same as Sajyou Manaka's. The difference was that Sajyou Manaka simply wanted to kill time out of sheer boredom, while Scathach purely longed for battle. And then, she hoped to die in battle.
She was the Queen of the Land of Shadows and also a warrior. She would never flinch in the face of powerful enemies or the battlefield. Those things only made the fighting spirit in her chest boil.
Defeating a powerful enemy, or being killed by one, either result would be perfectly acceptable to her.
Originally, after hearing about Morgan le Fay, a powerful figure, Scathach had planned to enter the palace and have a look. But she ended up sensing the fight between Alvin and Sajyou Manaka instead.
And that had been exactly why Scathach stayed.
"You came here to die?", Alvin said hesitantly.
Scathach blinked, then smiled, "You could put it that way. If someone can kill me, I think I'd be pretty grateful to them."
She had crossed the river of history, witnessed countless nations rise and fall, watched everything that was once her own country turn to dust, and yet, Scathach remained undying and unaging.
It might sound wonderful, but think about it: after a thousand years, all your friends and even your students have died one by one, while you alone remain, watching history change over and over, oceans turn into fields. That kind of loneliness was not something just anyone could endure.
To crave battles with powerful enemies and to find release in death, that was Scathach.
"So you've set your sights on me?", Alvin could not help feeling a bit dumbfounded.
"Master, my magical energy hasn't even recovered yet," He quickly and tactfully refused.
Unless he activated the special field of "Return of the Age of Gods," the White Dragon core in this thinning, end-of-gods era could not recover quickly.
"Relax. I don't intend to take advantage of someone when they're weak. And if you're not willing, I won't force you either."
Scathach narrowed her eyes with a smile as she watched the boy, "But I do want to test whether you have the capacity to stand against me. Is that okay?"
She even asked before starting a fight. That was surprisingly polite.
Alvin nodded lightly, "Okay."
He agreed instantly and cleanly, without even a hint of hesitation.
'Looks like he really is confident in himself,' A pleased curve tugged at Scathach's lips.
The crimson light on the spear of death-thorns in her hand grew brighter and brighter.
Whoosh!
In the next instant, the spear of death-thorns turned into a bolt of red lightning and shot toward Alvin.
Standing in place, Alvin swung his fist, which was glowing with deep black light, and slammed it against the spear of death-thorns.
Clang!
With a sharp sound, black and red light crashed together. Then the magical energy around the spear of death-thorns gradually faded away.
Scathach's pupils shrank sharply. Not only did she not retreat, she seized the spear and thrust it toward Alvin again.
But Alvin just swung his fists, black magical energy that seemed ready to devour everything crashing forward.
The crisp clanging sounded again and again, and Scathach grew more and more surprised. She could hardly believe that he was actually fighting her bare-handed, 'Is this really a body a human could have?'
Soon, a gleam of excitement surged into her eyes.
'The White Dragon of Britain, if it is this guy, then maybe he really can...'
Their continuous blows made the magical energy in the air vibrate, and powerful shockwaves rang out with metallic crashes.
Just when Scathach was fighting in high spirits, Alvin threw his final punch.
BANG!
With sheer, unreasonable brute force, he sent the spear of death-thorns flying up into the air. Just as Scathach reached out to catch it and was about to charge back in, Alvin had already drawn back his fist.
Scathach froze mid-motion and stared at Alvin, "What do you mean by that?"
"That's enough. If we keep going, we'll drag all the Knights of the Round Table in the palace over here," Alvin said.
Right now, with the banquet being actively prepared, if Morgan noticed the commotion here and ended up clashing with Scathach for no reason, it would be hard not to affect the banquet afterward.
However, Scathach was stunned when she heard this, "You're just going to stop halfway?"
Soon, she lifted the spear of death-thorns and pointed it at Alvin.
"No. At least finish this round!"
She had not even gotten a feel for his true depths yet. This sense of being cut off halfway was something Scathach absolutely could not accept.
This feeling was basically the same as being left wet.
But the boy only spread his hands and sighed, "To be honest, that fight with the Princess of the Root just now burned through a lot of my magical energy. I really don't have much left. If you're okay with beating a version of me in this state, then please, go ahead."
"You—"
Scathach was both furious and exasperated. He looked like a proper, well-behaved student, yet who knew he'd be so devious inside. It was obvious Alvin simply did not want to keep fighting, so he was finding excuses.
"Right now is a critical time for cooperation between the transmigrators' side and Britain. I don't want any accidents. If you still want to fight, let's wait until after the banquet."
After Alvin finished speaking, he saw that Scathach still had not made another move, and only then turned and walked out of the grove.
"This brat," Scathach stared expressionlessly in the direction Alvin had left.
But after a while, she soon let it go.
Not everyone yearned for strong opponents the way she did. From Alvin's reaction just now, it was obvious he did not have much interest in battle.
Even so, having him walk off halfway like that still felt incredibly frustrating.
After a long time, Scathach gradually calmed down.
As if she remembered something amusing, a playful smile curved her full lips, "A grand banquet held in Britain, huh. Since I'm already here, I may as well go take a look when the time comes."
And she could also see what the legendary Morgan le Fay actually looked like.
The woman turned toward the edge of the grove. Before long, that breathtaking, graceful silhouette vanished into the air like a ghost.
———
In the blink of an eye, a day passed without anyone really noticing.
In just that single day, a piece of news spread quickly through the royal capital, and by that same evening, all of Britain's regions had received the same message.
Then the British nobles and the transmigrators alike all went completely wild in that one day.
Britain had officially decided to cooperate with the transmigrators' side, and with Morgan le Fay taking the lead, they would be holding an unprecedented grand banquet three days later.
When they heard the news, quite a few transmigrators instinctively suspected that this might be a trap, and that Morgan le Fay's real goal was to wipe out all the transmigrators' top figures in one sweep.
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