Unexpectedly, the usually foul-mouthed and constantly screeching "Add" did not dare utter a single word the moment Morgan set foot here.
If one looked closely, they would even notice that the unknown creature inside the cage seemed to be trembling slightly.
A trace of shock also flashed through Gray's eyes.
'As expected, Morgan knows that Add's true identity is the Holy Lance.'
"Don't worry, I don't intend to take the Holy Lance."
Seeing Gray's violently shaken state of mind, Morgan took a small sip of red wine and said gently, "I just want to confirm whether there really is 'that thing' pulling strings behind the descent of the gods."
'What is 'that thing'?,' Gray could not help but freeze.
"The will of this planet," Morgan raised her wineglass, her deep blue eyes looking especially bewitching under the reflection of the red wine, "The Holy Lance is a special object that connects to this planet. As long as one possesses it, it is equivalent to having the possibility of directly conversing with 'Gaia.'"
"Don't worry. I merely plan to borrow the Holy Lance for a bit. I won't do anything to you or to that child in your hands. After all..."
Morgan cast a meaningful glance at Add, and a charming curve quickly formed at the corner of her lips, "Hmph! The magical framework of this thing is really quite familiar."
Morgan le Fay, who could skillfully mass-produce 'Silver Knights,' was also capable, if she wished, of crafting magical armaments that could freely transform into various forms at any time.
And a magical armament like 'Add' was something Morgan le Fay already possessed.
The Golden Blade of Invasion.
In the end, there was only one person in all of Britain capable of creating a special magical armament like 'Add' and granting it the unique personality of the Round Table Knight Kay.
"Hand it over to me. I'll return it to you after some time. Once I've confirmed 'Gaia's' intentions," Morgan extended her hand toward Gray.
"Kid, absolutely don't give it to her…"
From within Gray's embrace, Add spoke in a low voice of warning, "She already possesses the power of the 'Island's Master.' If she also takes the Holy Lance, things will get troublesome for King Arthur."
Gray's heart tightened slightly. The cooperation between the transmigrators' side and Britain had only just begun. If something happened to King Arthur now, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"What a chatterbox. Same nasty habit as Kay."
Morgan shot Add a light glance, then sighed softly, "Forget it. I already guessed it would turn out like this anyway."
As she finished speaking, Morgan raised her fingertip.
Terrifying magical energy condensed to the extreme.
In the next instant, the compressed magic projectile shot straight toward Gray.
The gray-haired girl instinctively shut her eyes tight, yet she discovered that the projectile passed straight by her ear and flew directly behind her.
BOOM!
Accompanied by a violent tremor, another magic projectile flew out from behind Gray.
The two streams of magic collided, producing a deafening roar.
"Attacking a guest without even showing your face, is this Britain's way of hospitality?"
Immediately after, from within the thick smoke, came a goddess's voice filled with arrogance.
As the smoke dispersed, a slender, beautiful figure quietly emerged into view.
She was crossing her legs and lazily sitting on the bed, golden hair cascading down to her hips, a golden laurel crown atop her head. Those pale golden eyes were filled with disdain for everything in the world. Ishtar.
Different from the Ishtar Alvin had previously encountered, the goddess standing before them now had undergone tremendous changes in both temperament and hair color.
Rather, the one standing in this room now was the true Venusian goddess.
Morgan slightly lifted her gaze, and a charming smile soon appeared on her face, "Looks like my initial guess was correct. You really were suppressing your own personality at first, weren't you?"
When she was first summoned by King Marco, Ishtar's authority, 'Manifestation of Beauty,' had only been Rank B.
But at this very moment, she had already become a goddess of 'Manifestation of Beauty EX.'
"And also, you've got one thing wrong."
Morgan paused, her voice sweet and pleasant, "What happens to Britain has nothing to do with me. As for hospitality, you should go negotiate with King Arthur, though she's probably quite busy these past couple of days and has no time to entertain you as a guest."
Ishtar paused slightly, then an amused smile appeared on her face, "That's true. How Britain fares isn't important to you."
"What you truly care about is only King Arthur's husband, isn't it?"
She deliberately emphasized the word 'husband,' causing Morgan's gaze to grow increasingly dangerous.
Soon, Morgan spoke expressionlessly, "It seems that after entering the palace these past few days, you deliberately gathered quite a bit of information."
Ishtar raised an eyebrow, "There are quite a few people in the palace who know the rumors about the witch of Britain and the White Dragon. No need to deliberately inquire."
As she spoke, she glanced at Gray nearby, "I'm very curious. Did you already guess that I would come looking for this child?"
Morgan seemed to have calmed down, her voice carrying a hint of allure, "Not really. I just took out a bit of extra insurance."
"I simply thought that if you really were from Gaia's side, you might set your sights on the Holy Lance. After all, it may be the only way in this world to see 'Gaia.'"
"Goddess Ishtar, you are Gaia's envoy, aren't you? What is 'its' objective?"
"Care to guess?", Ishtar replied lightly.
"Forget it. Once I capture you, I can interrogate you slowly. Or perhaps think of a way to directly ask 'Gaia.'"
Morgan smiled pleasantly, "But there's one thing I still don't understand. Why did you accept King Marco's summoning?"
"Whether Heroic Spirits or gods, those who accept summoning usually do so because they had unfulfilled wishes in life. Are you the same?"
Ishtar cast Morgan a cold glance, "Do I have any obligation to answer you?"
Unlike when she first descended, the current Ishtar exuded the arrogant divinity unique to gods, both in temperament and attire.
In truth, this was the real Ishtar. The earlier Ishtar had been suppressing herself, imitating a certain girl whose compatibility with her was extremely high.
Morgan froze for a moment, then quickly understood.
"That's true. What happens with other people has nothing to do with me."
"Then, do you still plan to seize the Holy Lance now?", she asked.
Ishtar slowly shook her head, "You misunderstand, Morgan."
"I have no interest in taking the Holy Lance. I simply want to ask 'Gaia' a question."
Heroic Spirits generally had unfulfilled wishes in life, which was why they accepted summoning and descended into the world.
Ishtar was the same.
Her wish was simple. She just wanted to see someone again, nothing more.
But before that, she still needed to confirm one thing with 'Gaia.' To confirm whether he was a god or a Heroic Spirit.
For that, she first had to find a way to meet 'Gaia.'
"But even if I say that, neither you nor Miss Gray would lend me the Holy Lance, right?", Ishtar looked at Gray.
The gray-haired girl's expression was firm, "Add is not only the Holy Lance, but also my companion. So no matter what, I can't hand it over to anyone else."
'This kid...', Although the magical armament named 'Add' was only an imitation of Kay's personality, hearing this still moved it slightly.
Ishtar let out a soft sigh, then slowly raised her head, "No choice then. I'll just have to take it by force!"
In an instant, her golden pupils shone like daylight as her magic power poured out completely.
"Kid, run now while you can!", Amid the chaotic clash, the magical armament in Gray's arms suddenly spoke.
The girl reacted immediately, clutching Add as she dashed out of the room.
Seeing this, Ishtar reached out toward Gray.
Morgan lifted her hand and waved. A phantom black shadow descended as if from the void, opening its gaping maw.
Ishtar was forced to dodge aside, only able to watch as Gray escaped the room. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, then sharply turned to face Morgan.
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"Run toward the King's Hall! The Knights of the Round Table are all there!"
At the same time, Gray had already left the palace. Hearing Add's reminder, she immediately reacted and hurried toward the garden exit.
At that moment, she happened to see a figure entering the garden.
Under the sunlight, his soft black hair was slightly tousled in a lazy way, and his rather plain black robe made his skin look even fairer.
Joy flashed in Gray's eyes, and she blurted out, "Alvin, when did you come back?"
"I got some unexpected help in the Imaginary World and just came back today," Alvin shifted the topic, "Why do you look so flustered?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening boom sounded by his ear.
Alvin instinctively looked up toward the far end ahead.
He saw Morgan floating in midair, staff in hand, softly chanting a spell.
Opposite her, Ishtar also had magic power gathering on her body.
"They're both here for the Holy Lance," Gray said quietly.
It seemed that both Morgan and Ishtar had guessed that the Holy Lance might be the only means to converse with 'Gaia'.
Alvin looked at the girl, then glanced at the 'magical armament' in her hands, "Can I take a look?"
Seeing this, Add could not help but grin, "Even if it's you, this kid still won't hand me over—"
"Here," Gray handed Add to Alvin without the slightest hesitation.
"...", At that instant, the heart of the magical armament seemed to shatter into countless pieces.
Gray said softly, "It's said that only bloodlines related to King Arthur can unlock its true power,.but I can't unlock it yet."
At this point, Add finally came back to its senses and cackled mockingly, "Kid, just give up. Anyone in this world might unlock the Holy Lance, but the White Dragon absolutely cannot!"
Alvin ignored the voice. He simply stared at the sealed magical armament in his hand, thinking.
'Merlin said that the Holy Lance is an 'anchor' connecting to the planet's surface. Likewise, if the Holy Lance is used as a medium, perhaps one could meet 'Gaia'.'
It felt a bit metaphysical, but it was worth a try.
Alvin was now very curious about what Gaia, the will of the planet, wanted with him after going to such lengths.
Alvin slowly closed his eyes. Beneath his feet, motes of light-like magic power began to drift.
"R-Round Table vote?", Gray seemed to realize something and froze.
"How could it really be a Round Table vote? Don't be fooled by this guy!"
Add complained, "After all, there's no way the Knights of the Round Table would agree to let the White Dragon unlock the Holy Lance—"
Before it could finish speaking, it suddenly heard a sacred and solemn voice.
"The Round Table Council now begins."
Less than ten seconds after the voice fell, responses of "Agreed" came one after another.
King Arthur was one thing, but even the fair and impartial Lancelot had agreed to authorize the release of the Holy Lance.
'Just how good is this kid's reputation in Britain?'
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