Artoria, who had been extremely anxious just moments ago, now slowly softened her gaze.
He was right. As long as he was here, as long as the Red Dragon and the White Dragon fought side by side, there was no difficulty in this world that could not be overcome.
Artoria glanced at the guards in the hall and softly said, "You may all withdraw for now."
After all the guards had left, only the two of them remained in the Hall of the King.
"Alvin…"
Only then did Artoria's body slowly relax. She placed one hand over the back of Alvin's hand and gently tightened her grip, enjoying this brief moment of warm solitude.
———
Ariel was walking through the palace, her eyes scanning around as she searched for Merlin, but she could not help sighing helplessly.
In Britain, who did not know how mysterious the great magus Merlin was. He could find you anytime, anywhere, but if he did not want to be disturbed, then even if you turned the entire palace upside down, you would never find him.
But this flying ship incident was of great importance. Since it was the king's command, no matter what, she had to find him.
As Ariel thought about this, for no particular reason, she thought again of that boy who was also an aide like herself.
Alvin, as a traveler from another world, he had gained the king's favor not long after arriving, and even like her, became one of the king's right hand men.
'Why exactly is that?'
Even now, Ariel still could not figure it out.
"Miss Ariel, are you looking for someone?"
At that moment, a gentle male voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"Yes, I am looking for Lord Merlin…"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ariel suddenly seemed to realize something and instinctively turned her head.
At some point, a tall, white haired man was standing behind her with a smile on his face.
Ariel's eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "Lord Merlin, the king would like to see you."
"I know. Lead the way," Merlin said with a smile.
Ariel could not help freezing for a moment and said instinctively, "You already know?"
'As expected of Britain's great magus… truly nothing can escape his eyes.'
"Of course. There is nothing in this world that can escape big brother Merlin's eyes... except him."
Merlin let out a light sigh, "But this time the situation is very tricky. Even knowing about it does not make it easy to deal with."
Clairvoyance could peer into everything in the world, but truly powerful beings could sense when they were being watched.
And this time, two extremely troublesome existences had appeared in Britain at once.
The owner of the flying ship was not too hard to deal with, since it was not their real body, just a clone that had arrived in Britain aboard the ship.
'But the other one…'
Merlin looked toward the strangely enchanting blood moon beneath the night sky, his expression full of worry.
"Is not easy to handle."
———
Led by Ariel, Merlin soon entered the Hall of the King.
"My king, Lord Merlin has arrived," Ariel walked quickly to Artoria's side and said respectfully with her head lowered.
Seeing that Artoria did not speak, Ariel instinctively glanced at her and quickly froze.
Because she saw that on the king's face there was actually a faint blush. Compared to her usual dignity, at this moment she carried a bit more of a woman's soft charm.
Artoria softly gave an "mm," then raised her head to look at Merlin, whose eyes held a knowing glint, and said, "Merlin, you should already know why I called you here, right?"
Merlin smiled, "Of course. You called me because of today's flying ship, did you not?"
He paused slightly, then continued, "I know who the owner of the flying ship is."
'Sure enough, there really is nothing in this world that Merlin does not know,' Alvin could not help looking at him.
"But the truly troublesome one is not the owner of that flying ship."
At that moment, Merlin changed his tone and continued, "The truly troublesome one is that."
He raised his hand and pointed toward the blood moon outside the hall.
Artoria and Alvin exchanged a glance, both seeing a trace of confusion in the other's eyes.
"What do you mean?", Artoria soon asked.
Merlin's tone was heavy as he slowly said, "This time, the one who descended upon Britain from beyond the heavens was not only the owner of the flying ship. There is another enemy, who is now also in Britain."
"And she may be even more troublesome than the owner of the flying ship."
Under Alvin's increasingly bewildered gaze, Merlin slowly said, "She comes from the moon."
———
Inside the flying ship, two Knights of the Round Table were cautiously on guard, their eyes sweeping their surroundings.
The red haired knight Tristan, and Lancelot's child, Galahad.
Not long ago, they had just set up a security perimeter with the knight order in this area, keeping the magi who wanted to enter the ship outside.
Considering that someone might have already sneaked into the ship, the two of them decided to search it from top to bottom.
The more Tristan observed the ship's interior, the more alarmed he became.
And when the two of them entered a certain sealed room, they were shocked beyond measure.
As far as the eye could see, it was all dazzling gold coins, and those coins just happened to form a bed made of gold. The bed was unbelievably huge, easily able to hold even ten people.
"Could it be that there is a giant dragon sleeping in the ship?", Galahad stared at the scene with his mouth agape, already numb from the shock.
Because the ship itself was already extremely large, they had originally thought there might be a whole army of enemies inside…
However, whether inside the ship or in the surrounding forest, there was no sign at all of a large force having left.
Clearly, at most two or three people lived in this ship, maybe even just one.
Tristan stepped forward, picked up one of the gold coins, and stared at the giant figure on the back for a long time.
At that moment, something caught the corner of his eye. He quickly walked to the corner of the room and picked up an old silver sword.
The surface of the sword was already covered in rust, yet Tristan stared at it for a long time in deep thought.
"Galahad, do you feel like we have seen this sword somewhere before?", Tristan suddenly asked with doubt.
"This is an alien flying ship. How could we have seen the weapons here before."
Although Galahad said that, he still stepped forward. After carefully examining the old sword, a hint of hesitation appeared on his face, "I think I saw a similar weapon in my father's room before. It seems he took it from an enemy general during past border unrest."
"The flying ship is connected to one of Britain's enemy nations?", Tristan asked urgently, "Which country?"
"The Hun Empire."
After Galahad said this, Tristan subconsciously held his breath.
Britain at this time was not yet an absolute hegemon. At the very least, the Hun Empire had always been a major headache for Britain in the past.
He just never expected that this flying ship's arrival would be connected to the Hun Empire.
"I have to go back at once."
After a brief moment of thought, Tristan immediately stood up, "Galahad, stay here and guard the ship. I will go report this to the king right away."
From Tristan's expression and tone, Galahad could also sense how serious the situation was.
"Go. Leave this place to me."
Holding his heavy shield, Galahad said, "As long as I am here, no one will get close to this place."
———
From the forest where the flying ship had landed to Camelot, even riding at speed would take two or three hours. If one took the smaller paths, they would pass through a dense forest.
And King Marco's manor lay deep within that forest.
It could be said to be a quiet, secluded place.
Hoofbeats echoed through the rainy night as Tristan rode toward Camelot.
"Strange… why are all the manor's barriers gone?"
As he passed King Marco's manor, Tristan slowed his horse and instinctively turned his head to look at the grand estate in the forest to his left.
When Alvin had snuck in with Tiamat before, many of the manor's barriers had already been broken, but at least Alvin had been fairly polite and had not destroyed every single one.
And after that, King Marco had also hired people to reinforce them.
But now, there was not a single protective barrier left in the manor.
'Did something happen to uncle's place?'
A jolt of alarm went through Tristan as he was about to ride over.
But in the soft patter of the rain, a cold, hauntingly pleasant voice suddenly sounded.
"At last I have run into a decent opponent. Compared to those people I just met, your mana is obviously much stronger."
Feeling the faintly suppressed but terrifying aura, Tristan's heart tightened as he followed the voice.
Not far ahead stood a woman in a white dress, with a cold and elegant bearing, peerlessly beautiful. A strange, eerie light lay hidden in her bewitching red eyes.
Tristan frowned, "A traveler from another world?"
With so many travelers from the modern era appearing in Britain these days, that was naturally his first thought.
But she had no intention of answering. Instead, she spoke to herself, "Judging by your attire, you should be one of the Knights of the Round Table that great noble mentioned earlier."
"I was just thinking about how to lure the White Dragon out of the palace. But it looks like I do not need to think about it anymore."
"As long as you run into danger, I imagine the White Dragon will not just stand by and watch you die, right?"
Clang!
The instant her words fell, a flash of silver sword light cut through the dark rainy night.
Tristan had already vanished from his horse, his blade thrusting straight toward the blonde woman.
Blood flowed from the woman's shoulder, gradually staining her white dress and pale skin red.
Her other hand grabbed the blade as she lifted her head and coldly sized up the red haired knight, "In a knight's duel, do you not introduce yourself first?"
Tristan's expression was tense, every hair on his body screaming a warning.
'Something is wrong.'
Even though he had clearly stabbed her, he could not feel any sign of life fading from the woman in front of him.
"Never mind. I will introduce myself first. You can take it as a bit of seasoning before the White Dragon arrives."
The blonde woman slowly raised her head, a cold smile appearing on her face.
"King of the Moon. Remember my name!"
———
[Camelot]
In the Hall of the King, silence filled the air as the few people present stared at one another.
'From the moon?'
Hearing Merlin's words, not only Artoria, but even Alvin was left completely dumbfounded.
The moon, no matter how you looked at it, was an unimaginably distant and fantastical place.
If someone had told Alvin before this that there were living beings on the moon, he would never have believed it.
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