Tiamat was clearly stunned for a moment.
[You want to live together with me?], she wrote in her little notebook.
Having suffered two major betrayals in the past, one after another, coupled with the strange looks from people, Tiamat had never really trusted humans.
But Alvin was not human. And she could feel the admiration in his behavior and demeanor.
"Of course," With almost no hesitation at all, Alvin answered with a clean, straightforward smile.
Tiamat lowered her head and looked at Alvin again. When she noticed the openness and sincerity filling his gaze, ripples shimmered in her beautiful eyes, as if she were a little moved.
Although she was the Mother Goddess of Creation, at her core she was like a blank sheet of paper.
'Mama Tia may be very strong, but I feel like if I wanted to, I could probably trick her into bed,' Alvin sighed inwardly.
Tiamat looked at him, thought for a moment, then wrote in the notebook, [Your magic circuits seem to have changed. Is that alright?]
If Alvin's White Dragon Core at the beginning had completely inherited Vortigern's, then from today onward, the White Dragon Core was slowly shifting toward Tiamat's "shape."
"Its mutation is actually a good thing, so you don't need to worry too much," As Alvin spoke, he could not help but look at her a few more times.
Tiamat was still in her mature, elegant form, her sea-blue silky long hair flowing freely. Her fair and gentle face was quite delicate, and her simple-style dress perfectly outlined her curvy figure, fully showing her slender waist and shockingly ample chest.
Yet for some reason, Alvin always felt there was something hard to describe, something a bit off.
"Why do I feel like you've shrunk a bit?"
Alvin could not help asking, "Your current magical power is being supplied by me. So if all of your own magical power is used up, will this spirit body of yours disappear?"
Tiamat froze, then gently shook her head.
[It won't disappear. I just won't be able to maintain my current state forever,] she wrote.
Alvin's thoughts stirred as he said, "What do you mean by not being able to maintain your current state?"
[Exactly what it sounds like.]
Tiamat thought for a moment, then slowly closed her eyes.
The deep black magical power of the Chaos Tide quietly spread over her fair skin.
Then, almost visibly to the naked eye, Alvin watched as her body gradually shrank, until she finally turned into the appearance of a small blue-haired short girl.
A white dress paired with a petite, adorable face. Light blue hair was simply tied up behind her head, and beneath the high-slit skirt, her legs wrapped in white stockings faintly showed.
Alvin froze.
"This…"
'So she also had this form?'
Just as he was still in a daze, Tiamat had already opened her arms toward him.
No longer that gentle, soothing voice, but instead a sweet, pleasant tone that nearly melted one's bones.
"Hug me."
———
In the luxurious hall, the goddess who had just been summoned stepped in, her feet sinking into the soft red carpet.
When she saw chest after chest of treasures being carried in by the servants, a glimmer of light could not help but appear in her eyes.
But her words were full of disdain and contempt, "Is this all the treasure there is? Even though you live in such a large manor, you don't seem as wealthy as I imagined, King Marco."
King Marco had his own bitterness that he could not speak of. Not long ago, he had just been subjected to a heavy tax levy by King Arthur. Although the manor still had some reserves, the cost of having people prepare and refine all those potions needed to summon a god this time was nothing short of astronomical.
After finally summoning a god, he had thought this would become his manor's trump card for the future.
Yet this goddess was practically a devil. The very first thing she did upon meeting him was demand money.
"This is all the treasure there is. If it's not enough, I'll find other friends later and gather a bit more," King Marco said in a low voice, clearly already feeling numb.
"Hmph! This will barely do for now. Have them move it over to me when the time comes."
After saying this, she looked at King Marco's pained expression, and a faint curve soon appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Don't worry. I'll very quickly make you feel that it was worth the price."
As she finished speaking, she slowly lifted her gaze.
Those bewitching, alluring crimson eyes seemed to be dyed a brilliant gold in the next instant.
"The enemy who secretly infiltrated your manor. I'll personally drag this big rat out!"
The woman's victory declaration upon descending was filled with absolute certainty and confidence in her own strength.
In fact, she truly did have such confidence.
The goddess of Venus in Mesopotamian mythology, symbolizing beauty, harvest, and war, Ishtar.
Even during the Age of Gods in Uruk, the authority she possessed was enough to make the other gods wary.
Even if her opponent was a white dragon, Ishtar had more than enough confidence to drive this big rat that had sneaked into the manor away.
It could also be considered a return for the treasure King Marco had offered, at least.
Ishtar reached out and grabbed a handful of gold, silver, and jewels from the chest, and a look of pleasure quickly surfaced on her face.
When King Marco heard that the goddess was willing to take action, joy also surged in his heart, "Then I'll leave everything to you, Goddess."
"But if the other party is hiding inside the manor, how will you find him?"
A charming smile appeared on Ishtar's face as she said, "You really underestimate my perception, King Marco."
"The reason I can't sense his presence in the manor right now is simply because he's using some special authority. But I don't believe he can maintain complete presence concealment forever."
"Don't worry, as long as he lifts that concealment, even if he's already escaped the manor, I'll catch that big rat immediately."
"Now step back, King Marco, if you don't want to get caught in the crossfire."
King Marco was stunned for a moment as he watched Ishtar quietly close her eyes in the hall.
At the same time, an indescribably vast magical power seemed to faintly radiate from her body.
That godly power, which made people instinctively want to bow in worship, instantly spread across the entire manor.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Just from feeling this godly presence, King Marco could not help but feel his heart pounding in terror, his heartbeat seeming to speed up uncontrollably.
Although he had long known that "gods" possessed power beyond common sense, Ishtar's display still exceeded his expectations.
After the brief shock, a fanatical look of anticipation quickly appeared on King Marco's face.
The "rat" that had infiltrated the manor, although he did not know whether it was Alvin or not, running into this goddess could only be considered his bad luck.
King Marco soon left the hall and headed toward his own bedroom.
Just as he reached a corridor, he happened to see a red-haired knight approaching from the opposite direction.
King Marco raised his brow slightly and said, "Tristan, why are you here?"
"I just sensed an anomaly coming from the hall, so I was planning to go take a look."
As Tristan spoke, his gaze turned solemn as he looked toward the hall behind King Marco, soon furrowing his brows.
When Ishtar's perception spread across the entire manor, Tristan naturally noticed the abnormality as well.
'Judging by this, Uncle really did do something just now,' Tristan thought to himself.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, Tristan," King Marco said in a deep voice, "I've already had people deal with it, you just need to watch with peace of mind."
"Step back."
Tristan silently glanced toward the direction of the hall, then looked at King Marco's resolute attitude, and could only turn around and leave without another word.
When he returned to his own room, the blonde woman beside him immediately walked over, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea and handing it to him.
"What's wrong? You look so serious," Isolde asked gently.
"It's nothing, just ran into a bit of trouble."
Tristan took the warm black tea, but did not drink it, instead frowning as he thought over what had just happened.
Soon, as if he had realized something, Tristan's expression changed slightly, "This is bad, I need to go find him!"
"What do you mean?", A trace of confusion appeared in Isolde's eyes.
Tristan took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and said in a low voice, "Alvin is probably in trouble."
At the end of the Age of Gods in which Britain existed, gods as such no longer truly existed.
Because for gods, the thin magical power was no longer sufficient for them to survive.
However, if his earlier feeling was correct, that massive perception that had nearly covered the entire manor just now, no matter how one thought about it, was already close to the realm of a god.
Although he did not know why a "god" would appear in this manor, judging from all the signs, the other party had clearly noticed that someone had infiltrated King Marco's manor.
He had to inform Alvin as soon as possible.
———
"Achoo!", Alvin suddenly let out an earth-shaking sneeze and could not help muttering, "Why do I keep feeling this indescribable sense of danger?"
White dragons were mythological creatures that differed from ordinary beings. Under normal circumstances, their ominous premonitions almost always came true.
'Could some danger be approaching me?'
'Logically speaking, it should not be, could it be that Morgan or Lily have already noticed I am here and are on their way over?'
"What's wrong? You look a bit distracted."
Tiamat Lily raised her head from Alvin's arms. Her delicate, youthful face carried a hint of sleepiness. She had just taken a nap in the young man's embrace.
Alvin was holding her horizontally, or rather, in a princess carry. His hands supported Tiamat's fair, soft thighs. He had not really used this way of holding someone before, so it always felt a bit awkward.
Tiamat clung to Alvin's neck like a koala, as if trying to bury her entire petite body into his arms, such an intimate gesture also allowed Alvin to clearly catch a faint, lingering fragrance.
Her light blue long hair swayed gently with the breeze, and a strand brushed against his arm intentionally or not, giving him an itchy, ticklish feeling.
Before Alvin could answer, Tiamat seemed to sense something and softly said, "Your friend is approaching."
'My friend?'
'Is she talking about Tristan?', Alvin's eyes shifted slightly as he said, "Can you lift this domain first?"
Tiamat nodded and silently left Alvin's arms.
Then she gently raised a finger and drew a line through the air.
The domain condensed from the Chaos Tide faded away like a receding tide, disappearing without a sound.
Just then, Tristan hurried in from the garden entrance.
"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?", Seeing his rushed expression, Alvin could not help asking in confusion.
Tristan quickly walked over and said in a low voice, "Alvin, you need to leave here as soon as possible."
A hint of confusion flashed through Alvin's eyes, as he had yet to sort out what had happened.
Buzz!
At that moment, a sudden buzzing sound rang in his ears.
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