Crack!
The shattered black mud fell onto the surface of the demonic dragon's body, making a sound like something being scorched by extreme heat.
Just as Ishtar was about to lose consciousness, the demonic dragon's figure gradually condensed into the shape of a young man. He stepped forward and reached out to hold Ishtar, who was on the verge of fainting.
"You...", Ishtar stared at him blankly. For some reason, a strong sense of familiarity suddenly surged up inside her.
But she had no more time to think. Her body had finally reached its limit. Her vision went dark, and she fainted.
———
[Camelot Palace]
Artoria sat in the Hall of the King. She wore a golden crown, and the heavy cloak added a few more traces of noble authority to the woman's bearing.
In front of her was a round table made of white jade stone, covered with all kinds of documents. Most of the contents of these documents were cooperation agreements related to the side of the transmigrators in recent times.
Not far beside her, the assistant lady stood respectfully to one side, holding a document in her arms.
"Still no news?", Artoria soon spoke.
The assistant lady lowered her head, her expression full of apology, and said softly, "Sorry, we've already sent people to search, but we can't find any trace that Young Master Alvin left behind in this world."
'So that's how it is,' Artoria silently closed her eyes.
The Imaginary World was a place located on the other side of the world. Even Merlin's clairvoyance couldn't peer into it. If someone could be found that easily, she wouldn't have been so troubled during this time.
Ariel couldn't help but secretly glance at this King of Arthur. There was no expression on the exquisite, breathtaking face of the golden-haired knight king, but anyone who knew her well was aware of the torment in the king's heart at this moment.
It seemed that from the past until now, she had never seen the king show such an expression before, right?
Ariel suddenly thought.
'If I remember correctly, at the banquet this time, the king also seemed to almost clash with Lady Morgan because of that guy.'
'Why exactly was that?', The assistant lady sighed softly in her heart.
Three days had already passed since the end of the banquet.
On the very day the banquet ended, Morgan chose to leave the palace alone in order to search for Alvin's whereabouts.
'If he can't be found within three days, even if you're in Avalon, I'll still kill you.'
This was the final ultimatum Morgan le Fay gave to Merlin before leaving.
Counting the time, once today passed, it would be time for Merlin to hand in his answer.
Although the king had not spoken any harsh words to Merlin, the assistant lady who knew King Arthur well was very clear. The anxiety and frustration in the king's heart were also close to breaking out of control.
"What about Merlin? Any news?"
At this moment, Artoria's voice suddenly rang out, pulling Ariel back from her thoughts into reality.
"Not yet. During this period, none of the people below have seen Lord Merlin inside the palace," Ariel replied respectfully.
In ordinary times, Merlin would occasionally flirt with the girls in the palace, but now, perhaps to avoid being hunted or for some other reason, he had completely vanished without a trace.
"Missing for three consecutive days, without even a bit of news. Has he given up on Alvin?"
Artoria gently closed her eyes. After a brief silence, as if she had made up her mind, she slowly opened them.
"Since that's the case, then I'll go see him in person—"
As soon as the words fell, from some direction outside the palace, she faintly heard a low roar.
Artoria froze for a moment, then instinctively looked toward the direction the sound had come from, her pupils instantly becoming unfathomably deep.
'The roar of a white dragon?'
'Judging from the direction, it seems to be coming from King Marco's manor.'
———
Morgan le Fay was moving through the streets of the royal city, her gaze drifting around her surroundings.
Recently, due to the increase in transmigrators, the flow of people within the royal city had also been growing larger and larger.
In the past, transmigrators wouldn't have dared to reveal their identities so openly.
But ever since the banquet ended, the two sides had officially begun cooperating, and the transmigrators no longer needed to live their days hiding everywhere.
Of course, some transmigrators who possessed bodies or caused destruction within Britannia had become targets that everyone wanted to beat, so most of them were now acting from the shadows.
Beside Morgan, a girl wearing thick armor spoke up, "Mother, from the looks of it, Merlin still hasn't found Father's whereabouts. How about we go to Avalon now and settle accounts with Merlin?"
Under Morgan's hazy veil, that stunningly beautiful face showed no expression as she simply said softly, "If killing Merlin could solve the problem, I'd already be in Avalon right now."
The Imaginary World was an incomparably vast region. If even Merlin couldn't find someone, then neither she nor Mordred would have any chance of finding Alvin's whereabouts.
'Where exactly are you... Alvin?'
As the woman was thinking this, she suddenly saw, in the distant sky, a white paper airplane drifting lightly into her palm, as if it had crossed between two worlds.
The moment her hand touched the paper airplane, Morgan's pupils instantly became extremely deep.
'This is... Merlin's magic?'
She quickly unfolded the paper airplane, and a short name immediately appeared before her eye s.
'King Marco.'
———
[Avalon]
Merlin was folding the second letter into the shape of a paper airplane. After blowing on it, he sent it flying toward the direction of Camelot Palace.
On one corner of the paper airplane's edge, a pink flower petal shimmered with a captivating glow.
Merlin sat cross-legged on the grass, watching the paper airplane fly out of Avalon, and muttered, "Don't blame me, Alvin."
"If they don't go looking for you, then right now they'd probably come looking for trouble with me instead."
———
[Outside the Manor]
Countless knights clad in armor, radiating an imposing presence, were kneeling on one knee facing a woman. Their heads were lowered, their expressions filled with reverence.
The woman wearing a crown and a heavy cloak slowly raised her head and silently gazed at the extremely luxurious manor before her. Her golden hair shone dazzlingly in the faint light.
Long before Merlin's letter was sent out, Artoria was already on the road to King Marco's manor.
The Red Dragon's Core possessed extremely strong perception. And when it detected the magic released by the White Dragon's Core, within a certain range, Artoria was able to sense it.
But logically speaking, Alvin should still be in the Imaginary World. So why would he now appear in a place like this?
Artoria didn't know.
She only gently placed one hand over her chest.
There, she seemed to faintly hear the sound of her heartbeat speeding up.
The Red Dragon's Core had reacted to the White Dragon.
It seemed there was no mistake. He really was in King Marco's manor.
Artoria gently adjusted her breathing and was about to step forward.
However, at that moment, footsteps suddenly sounded from behind her.
It was the pleasant sound of high heels stepping on the ground.
"What a coincidence, Lily."
Immediately after, a sweet, alluring voice followed.
Artoria instinctively turned her head, then quickly frowned slightly.
"Your sense of smell is really sharp, big sister."
"Are you still planning to make a move?", she asked again.
Morgan smiled faintly as she looked up at the manor ahead and said softly, "Let's let it go this time. I'm not in the mood."
Artoria also fell silent.
The facts proved that Merlin's original idea had been correct.
After sending Alvin away, both Morgan and Artoria seemed to calm down all at once, no longer like bombs that could explode at any moment.
Getting something and then losing it again always makes people cherish it even more.
So the two sisters did not speak again, but instead walked into the manor together.
———
Inside a clean and elegant study, a man wearing a bright red robe and with a bloated build sat absentmindedly in a chair, as if waiting for something.
More than half an hour had passed since Ishtar left. During this time, King Marco had been waiting anxiously like this, secretly hoping in his heart.
'Putting aside whether the intruder who has snuck into my manor is really Alvin... even if it is him, that goddess should be able to handle it, right?'
After all, gods were a special class that surpassed Heroic Spirits. Whether in terms of spiritual foundation, magic power, or anything else, they were far beyond human imagination.
If even that goddess couldn't deal with it, then who else could possibly rein in that crude and savage demonic dragon?
'What if that goddess fails...'
As he thought of certain bad possibilities, King Marco grew increasingly restless.
In the end, anxiety overcame reason, and he finally raised his right hand.
On the back of the man's hand were branded three bright red runes, or rather, Command Spells.
"Respond to my call—"
The instant the words fell, one of the red markings on the back of his hand disappeared.
At the same time, the power of the Command Spell was instantly released.
However, just as King Marco was using the Command Spell to try to locate Ishtar, he suddenly heard a low roar of a demonic dragon by his ear.
"Aaaa!"
That sound seemed to carry some kind of magic, instantly severing the connection between King Marco and Ishtar.
At the same time, it was as if some kind of tracing magecraft followed along the Command Spell and directly attacked King Marco.
King Marco reacted quickly and immediately severed the Command Spell connection with Ishtar on his own initiative.
Only then did the tracing magecraft come to a halt, quietly retreating.
'What on earth was that thing, to be able to forcibly cut off the connection between me and my Servant,' King Marco panted heavily, a sense of powerlessness rising in his heart.
Back then, that demonic dragon had slaughtered nine great noble families in a single night, treating Britannia's laws as nothing. King Marco had narrowly escaped disaster, but over the years, he had been plagued by nightmares because of it. Likewise, this great noble who had never suffered a setback in the past hated Alvin to the extreme.
During the years Alvin was gone, his influence continued to expand. Now, more than half of Britannia's nobles followed King Marco's lead.
And yet... when the demonic dragon returned, King Marco realized that, in the face of that dragon, he was still just as powerless.
And just as despair was filling King Marco's heart, the report coming from outside the study made him even more despairing.
"This is bad, my lord. King Arthur and Lady Morgan have appeared outside the manor at the same time!"
'Those two sisters, came to my manor at the same time?'
King Marco's pupils suddenly shrank. Then, slowly, his whole body slumped back into the chair.
"My lord, what should we do now?"
A spy's tentative question came from outside the door.
"Let them in! Those are King Arthur and Morgan. Are you planning to stop them outside?"
Even the goddess had failed. Once that goddess exposed him, one could easily imagine what kind of ending awaited him next.
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