Alvin silently put away the Promised Sword of Victory, then gave Gray a subtle look.
Quite a few people in the palace had noticed the commotion over here today. Some might even have seen the Holy Lance.
If he handed the Holy Lance to Gray right now, there was no need to think about how much trouble the girl would face afterward.
Naturally, the girl understood this as well, so not long after Alvin left, she quietly followed him.
Before leaving, Alvin paused briefly to think, then used special magecraft to transmit his voice to Ishtar's ears.
["Goddess Ishtar, wait for me in your room later. There are some things I want to talk to you about."]
Ishtar came back to her senses, her eyes flicking over to Alvin with a faint sideways glance, ["Why should I listen to you?"]
Whether it was her original personality or when she was suppressing herself, she always seemed a bit tsundere.
'As expected, anyone who looks like Rin comes with hereditary tsundere traits,' Alvin grumbled inwardly, then replied calmly, ["I know where the person you're looking for is."]
Ishtar's expression froze instantly. Her breath caught as she was about to press him for details, but Alvin had already walked far away.
———
In a corner of the palace, Alvin walked through a quiet garden, holding a mystic code called "Add" in his hand.
At that moment, a soft, gentle voice from a gray-haired girl suddenly came from behind him, "Alvin!"
Alvin stopped and turned around, just in time to see the girl in a gray robe walking briskly toward him.
"I really have to thank you this time. Otherwise, I might not have been able to meet Gaia," Alvin smiled as he returned the Holy Lance to the girl, his gaze lingering for a moment longer on her plain, delicate face.
A flush of red passed over Gray's fair, refined cheeks. She lowered her head and said softly, "I should be the one thanking you. If it weren't for you, the Holy Lance wouldn't be in my hands right now."
That was the truth. When the Tower of Radiance appeared earlier, if not for Alvin, even with Add's help, Gray would not have been able to touch the core domain of the Holy Lance.
"That's still only because you yourself can control the Holy Lance. Otherwise, even with me there, it wouldn't have mattered."
Alvin said this, paused slightly, then continued with a smile, "But there's no point talking about that now. As long as I could help you, that's enough."
It was just a simple exchange, yet for some reason, the atmosphere between the two felt a little subtle.
Ever since the last time they returned to the Clock Tower, when Alvin had tried making physical contact with Gray, the atmosphere between them had already grown a bit ambiguous. It was just that they were in a cathedral at the time, with too many people around, so it hadn't been very obvious.
Now, after traversing, this was effectively the first time the two of them were together without any outsiders disturbing them.
'She really does look a lot like Morgan,' Alvin looked at the delicate, fair face hidden beneath the girl's hood, and the faint blush on her cheeks, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Whether Gray or Morgan was more beautiful was another matter, but the two of them truly looked exactly alike. From a visual standpoint, though, Gray leaned more toward a pure, graceful, and innocent type.
Clearly knowing nothing about romance, like a lotus flower untouched by the world, yet somehow making people unable to resist the urge to tease her, just to see her show a flustered, shy expression.
As for Morgan, that woman was more like a noble queen, enchanting and alluring, yet in private she also had moments of tenderness and bashfulness.
Feeling the boy's gaze lingering on her, Gray seemed to grow even more at a loss. She lowered her head, her small hands hidden beneath her sleeves clenching nervously.
Then, at that moment, a warm hand gently took hold of Gray's soft, boneless little hand.
Almost instantly, the girl looked up in surprise, only to see the boy wearing a gentle smile.
"I'll walk you back."
"Ah! Okay… Mm…"
The girl nodded in a daze, letting Alvin lead her by the hand. She kept her head lowered the whole way, and before she realized it, they had returned to her room.
Seeing Alvin about to leave, Gray finally snapped back to her senses and instinctively looked up, "You're not staying to sit for a bit?"
"I still have something to take care of. Get some good rest first. I'll come find you again soon."
Under normal circumstances, with this kind of atmosphere, Alvin would have been more than happy to stay and chat with Gray for a while longer, maybe deepen their bond a bit.
But right now, there was still someone he needed to see.
In Britannia, the issue that worried Alvin, and even Merlin, the most was not any Beast, nor Gaia or Alaya. It was those two sisters.
Alvin passed through the garden, then another palace hall, and pushed open the door to the main bedroom. He quickly spotted Morgan le Fay by the window.
She had long been waiting for his arrival. Dressed in a gorgeous formal gown, she lay on her side on the sofa, her cool, beautiful eyes quietly gazing at the boy.
Perhaps because of her languid posture, the fabric over her chest was slightly disheveled. Her sexy, mature body formed a sharp contrast with her cold temperament.
For a man, such an alluring, peerless beauty was enough to make one's mouth go dry with just a single glance. Sometimes, Alvin even wondered how the nobles of Britannia, and even the Knights of the Round Table, could all be so afraid of a woman like Morgan le Fay.
Alvin glanced at the delicate little feet peeking out from beneath Morgan's skirt, then calmly withdrew his gaze.
'Why does the atmosphere feel a bit off?', Alvin walked over and sat beside Morgan, smiling as he said, "What is it? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Morgan sat up, gave Alvin a light glance, and spoke in a cool tone, "I thought you weren't planning on coming to see me."
Alvin shook his head with a smile, "I was planning to come over right after walking Gray back."
Morgan was beautiful, but she was also sensitive, so her feelings needed extra care.
Alvin had already known how to handle this ever since he played the game before.
Morgan swung her feet beneath her skirt, a thoughtful look in her eyes, "Gray, she's the girl who looks very much like me, isn't she?"
She seemed to think of something interesting and suddenly let out a soft laugh, "Alvin, have you ever thought about why Gray can use the Holy Lance?"
Alvin froze for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "Isn't it because of King Arthur's bloodline?"
Morgan lifted her gaze. A trace of allure rippled through her beautiful eyes as she said softly, "Don't you think that compared to Lily, whether in appearance or in the way her magical energy flows, that child resembles me more?"
Alvin nodded slightly, "She does resemble you more. I used to not believe there could be two flowers so alike in this world, but judging by this—"
"You still haven't understood what I mean."
Morgan smiled, "What I mean is, don't you think she looks very much like the two of us?"
Alvin couldn't help but show an amused smile, "Looking like you is one thing, but how does she look like me?"
Morgan glanced at him with a half-smile, "The only ones in this world who can use the Holy Lance are those of King Arthur's line. That means Gray also has King Arthur's bloodline. So the question is, where did Gray's King Arthur bloodline come from?"
For the next ten seconds after she said this, Alvin's face still held a smile. Then, as if realizing something, that smile gradually faded, until finally he looked at the woman's exquisitely alluring face with shock.
Alvin's lips moved slightly as he spoke with difficulty. "Are you saying… Gray is a descendant of you or Lily?"
Morgan let out a light, coquettish laugh. Her full chest trembled a few times as she said, "Perhaps not a descendant, but a biological child?"
When she first saw Gray today, Morgan had been pondering a question.
Why did Gray resemble her so closely?
Was it just a coincidence?
It wasn't impossible, but the mystic code called "Add" in Gray's possession was something only Morgan in all of Britannia could have crafted.
On top of that, Gray came from the future. When all these coincidences were stacked together, perhaps they were no longer coincidences.
What Morgan was curious about now was this, if that guess was true, then was Gray her child, or King Arthur's?
———
By the time Merlin arrived at the scene, both Gaia and Alaya had already left. Only a few Knights of the Round Table remained, handling the aftermath.
The two great Counter Forces had descended deep within the palace, and no one knew their purpose. The only ones who truly knew the truth were the few Knights of the Round Table present today, along with several nearby servants at the time.
As long as things were properly handled, the purpose of the two Counter Forces' descent would not leak out anytime soon.
"I didn't expect even you to come," Lancelot turned to look behind him and spoke coldly.
"Looks like I arrived a bit late?", Merlin looked up toward the end of the sky where the two Counter Forces had already vanished, then soon let out a light sigh, "The Promised Sword of Victory plus the White Dragon... and you lot would never refuse Alvin anyway. That guy is becoming more and more troublesome."
Whether it was the Holy Lance or the Holy Sword, both had thirteen restraints engraved on their blades. Only with the approval of more than seven Knights of the Round Table could their seals be fully released.
And because of the Round Table's past familiarity with Alvin, calling it a Round Table vote was basically no different from a dictatorship, because none of them would refuse Alvin.
This could already be seen when Alvin had just released the Holy Lance.
"That was a Holy Sword from another spacetime. Even if a Round Table vote were held, it might not necessarily be our approval that's required," Lancelot slowly shook his head.
Hearing this, a trace of curiosity quickly flashed through Merlin's eyes, as if his interest had been piqued.
Indeed, the Promised Sword of Victory was a star-forged weapon from another spacetime, and in that other spacetime, there might also exist something called the Knights of the Round Table.
If that were the case, Alvin's Promised Sword of Victory might not be able to unleash its true power.
Lancelot suddenly asked, "Merlin, how much do you actually know about Gaia?"
Under normal circumstances, the Counter Force would never intervene directly. Yet this time, the two great Counter Forces had descended one after the other, and both had come specifically for Alvin. No matter how one thought about it, it was baffling.
Merlin shrugged helplessly, "Even I'm not omniscient, let alone when it comes to the Counter Force, how could I possibly know what they're thinking?"
After saying that, he looked up at the sky and spoke softly, "But anything that can draw Gaia's attention, must involve planetary matters—"
Out of the corner of Merlin's eye, he suddenly saw a shooting star streak across the sky.
He froze for a moment.
'In broad daylight, how could there be a shooting star?'
Very quickly, Merlin seemed to realize something. His deep violet eyes instantly grew incredibly profound.
'No, this doesn't seem to be a shooting star.'
Lancelot and the others also seemed to sense something. They subconsciously looked up at the sky and soon saw something like a burning meteor rapidly falling from the heavens.
At first, that "meteor" was still very far away. But in less than a few seconds, it became increasingly clear.
That meteor, seemingly wreathed in flames, looked as though it was burning the clouds of the sky into fiery hues. And within that increasingly crimson firmament, the "meteor" finally drew near to Britannia.
BOOM!
With a thunderous crash, the meteor tore through the sky and slammed into a forest outside Camelot Palace.
In the forest, beasts fled and birds scattered.
People inside and outside the city all heard the loud explosion. In an instant, the entire royal city was shaken, and many magi began discussing it.
"What was that? How could a meteor from beyond the heavens fall?"
"No, I just saw it. That didn't look like a meteor, more like… a flying vessel?"
"How could ancient Britannia have a flying vessel? You must have seen it wrong," Someone voiced strong doubt.
"No matter what, it's definitely something from beyond the heavens. Let's go take a look… it might be an opportunity!"
In no time, many magi rushed toward the northern forest outside the city.
Deep within the palace, Lancelot stared toward that direction with a shocked expression and muttered, "What was that just now?"
Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at the distant forest, and said softly, "This is the truly troublesome thing."
"It seems Gaia's descent this time was probably because of it."
———
"Daughter?"
Morgan's words struck Alvin like a bolt from the blue, leaving him completely stunned.
"But Gray comes from a very distant future. No matter how I think about it, she couldn't possibly be related to you or Lily, right?"
After a long while, he finally spoke with difficulty, his tone filled with disbelief, doubt lingering in his heart.
"Determining her identity is actually very simple. Just find a time to have her come to my workshop. I have my own way of testing her bloodline," Morgan said calmly.
She looked up at Alvin with a gentle gaze and said, "Do you want to try?"
Alvin fell into a brief silence.
To be honest, he really wasn't mentally prepared for this.
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