That night, heavy rain poured down.
In a luxurious room, the four cornered curtains hung low, and a faint perfume filled the air.
Morgan was sitting by the window, playing with a bottle of white potion in her hand.
Today she was wearing a rather loose white nightgown, outlining her curvy figure and those full, tempting long legs. Her silver hair flowed down like a waterfall, carrying a slightly lazy, messy charm.
Beneath the hem of her dress were a pair of tender white feet. She was not wearing shoes, instead stepping on the soft floor mat.
White Dragon Gene. That was the name of the potion in Morgan's hand.
During the years after Alvin's death, Morgan had brewed this special reagent through repeated experiments in order to revive the White Dragon. However, back then, because she lacked Alvin's 'magic power', this potion had never truly taken form.
And this time, after Alvin's return, Morgan had successfully collected Alvin's genes and completed this special potion.
Although Alvin had already come back, just in case, it was still necessary to make one more layer of preparation.
Morgan pondered slightly, her fingers lightly tapping on the desk.
Before long, Gareth, who heard the sound, pushed the door open and said respectfully, "Mother, what are your orders?"
"Gareth, I need you to make a trip to Blackmoor Village," Morgan said.
Gareth could not help but freeze.
Blackmoor Village was also one of the bases where Morgan had conducted her White Dragon experiments in the past.
It was a remote village in Britannia. The villagers had been tomb keepers for generations.
'Why would Mother suddenly send me there?'
"I do not want to lose him again."
Morgan said softly, "Just in case, take this potion and give it to the chief of Blackmoor Village."
"This is?", Gareth asked instinctively.
"Do not ask what you should not ask. Or are you very curious?", Morgan said coolly.
"No, I am not curious. I will take my leave then, Mother."
Even though her tone was not especially cold, Gareth's heart still tightened. She quickly replied, took the potion, and hurriedly left.
Only then did Morgan withdraw her gaze. Her long, even legs were crossed, and her fingertips gently tapped on the desk as if she were thinking about something.
After an unknown amount of time, she spoke with a tone of faintly tsundere like disdain, "I never realized you had a hobby of peeping on others before, Alvin."
At some point, Morgan had raised her head to look toward the tightly closed door. Her eyes, like a deep autumn pool, showed no emotion at all.
As the 'Lord of the Isle', Morgan's perception now surpassed anyone in Britannia. Unless Alvin kept the Watchman of Camelot active the whole time, even he could not escape Morgan's senses.
Creak!
Alvin quietly pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Morgan le Fay dressed in pure white like snow.
Compared to her usual aloof, lofty coldness, changing into sleepwear added a bit more homely laziness to her, and took away some of the icy distance that kept people at bay.
"What did you do to her before? How did Gareth end up being so afraid of you?", Alvin asked with a smile.
Not only Gareth. Even Mordred, whom Morgan had taken away in the past, was also deeply in awe of her mother.
Morgan said lightly, "Nothing much. When she made mistakes before, I just made her reflect on herself a bit."
'If it was only that, Gareth would not be this 'afraid', right?', Alvin smiled without saying anything.
At this time, Morgan changed the subject. A hint of allure entered her cool voice as she said softly, "That said, you did not come to see me just to chat, did you?"
"Is there something else?"
As expected of Sister King, she really understands me… Alvin coughed lightly and said, "I just met Merlin and talked a bit about the flying ship lately, have you heard about it?"
Morgan nodded slightly, then glanced at the boy and continued, "You came to me for this?"
"I know Merlin's personality. Even if he suspects that a powerful enemy has arrived, he will not take the initiative to help. He might even use this chance to train Lily's qualities as a 'king'."
"If I am not wrong, you should have gone to Lily first just now, right? And she must have run into some trouble, so you came to see me."
Even though her tone was cold, one could still feel the disappointment and irritation in her words. The disappointment was that Alvin had been gone for two days, and the first thing he did upon seeing her was to talk about business.
The irritation was that he had clearly gone to see Artoria first, and only then came to see her.
'Morgan's jealousy really is strong. Or rather, she is too competitive, and her IQ is high too. No, it is not just IQ. Her analysis of the situation is also terrifying. She even guessed a bit of what Merlin was thinking. If I end up being with both of these sisters, any cheating would probably get me caught right away,' Alvin sighed helplessly, "I was just asking casually. I simply wanted to see you."
Alvin walked over and crouched beside Morgan, naturally taking one of her hands. He said softly, "If you do not want to talk about it, then we will not."
Morgan was clearly not the kind of woman who would believe a few sweet words so easily. She shot him a sideways glance, looking unhappy, "You looked like you were chatting with me just now, but really you still came to me to ask for help for Lily, did you not?"
Morgan naturally knew what kind of situation Britannia was in. It could be said to be facing trouble from both inside and outside. But if Morgan was willing to step in now, many problems could be solved with ease.
Even though she knew Alvin's purpose, the feeling that he came to see her for Lily's sake alone was enough to make her angry just thinking about it.
Under the dim yellow light, Morgan's delicate, coldly beautiful face was coated with a warm glow, flawless and fair.
Beneath that thin white nightgown, her mature, graceful figure stood in sharp contrast to her cold aura. Such a seductive beauty, no wonder people would feel dry mouthed just looking at her.
Of course, what attracted Alvin the most at this moment was the pair of dainty, snow white feet beneath her hem. Her toes were painted with a layer of soft pink nail polish, like rare white jade, making one want to hold them in their hands and admire them closely.
Of course, Alvin was not actually a foot fetishist. It was just that, from his half squatting angle, his eyes naturally lingered there a bit more.
Because she was lightly frowning, the gentle look Morgan usually gave Alvin was now mixed with a hint of displeasure.
'Truly worthy of being a beauty. Even when she is angry, she is cute.'
Alvin reined in his thoughts and met Morgan's unfriendly gaze, saying softly, "I did not come to see you during the day because there were too many people around. Being alone at night means no one will disturb us, right?"
As he said this, he looked at the silver haired witch in front of him with utmost sincerity.
This was not really a lie. Even without the flying ship, he still really wanted to see Morgan.
Hearing the boy's sincere words, Morgan glanced at him again. Then a faint blush appeared on her face. She coughed lightly and said to the guards outside the door, "All of you, step back."
Listening to the guards' footsteps gradually fading away, Morgan looked at the boy in front of her with a bit of guilt and said in a low voice, "Do not misunderstand. I am just worried that our important talk might be overheard."
Although she was Britannia's witch, for a long time in the past she had only been Uther's daughter, a woman who had never been in any relationship. Naturally, she could not withstand Alvin's sugar coated words, nor his straightforward attacks.
On the surface she looked full of disdain, but inside she was shy and happy at the same time.
"That is true. I also do not want outsiders to hear what we say. Some things I only want you to hear," Alvin looked at Morgan with eyes full of tenderness.
This proved that when someone was in love, they really did lose their rationality. If it were anyone else, Morgan le Fay, who manipulated everything behind the scenes, would have seen through such sweet talk at a glance, or even wiped them out directly.
But the one saying it was Alvin. So all that was left in Morgan's heart was joy, embarrassment, and the expectations hidden deep inside.
Even though she knew he had the same feelings for her sister as he did for her, and knew that he came this time to ask her to help King Arthur, she still could not drive Alvin away. She was even moved by some of his caring words.
Morgan le Fay had always been this kind of woman. In the eyes of the nobles she was cruel, but once someone held a place in her heart, even the slightest warmth would make her give everything for it.
At her core, she was someone who had been severely starved of love since childhood. So she cared very much about who, between her and her sister, held a higher place in Alvin's heart.
"These boring words are only good for coaxing little girls."
Morgan raised her beautifully curved snow white chin and glanced at the boy crouching beside her, "When Lily was here, how come I never heard you say things like that?"
'If you said that in front of Lily, Britannia might not be in chaos yet, but the two of you would start fighting first,' Alvin complained inwardly.
"There was not really a chance, was there? After all, you do not want to be in the same space as Lily either, right?"
Alvin said lightly, "But I think you and Lily both cherish each other. It is just that the misunderstandings and prejudices between you have always been too deep."
Morgan frowned lightly. After a long moment, she said quietly, "Maybe. But if I get the chance, I will still kill her and end this tragic kingdom."
"Is that so?", Alvin raised his head and looked at the woman's coldly beautiful face, then his gaze shifted to a desk not far ahead.
On that desk were many vividly colored potions, and among them Alvin sensed a hint of danger.
A potion that could make the White Dragon feel danger. One could imagine how terrifying it was.
Alvin thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Morgan, do you want to make a bet with me?"
"If I win, from now on you will help Lily with me and make up with her."
Morgan raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "What do you want to bet?"
"On a person's bodily instinct."
Alvin looked up at Morgan and said slowly, "I bet that you cannot bear to let Lily… to let your little sister die."
'Me? Cannot bear to let her die?'
When she heard that, Morgan blinked unconsciously, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
After a moment, she pinched a lock of her hair and giggled, laughing so hard her whole body shook.
As if she instantly switched from a cold beauty to a world toppling seductress.
She raised her alluring eyes and stared straight at the boy, saying softly, "Alvin, do you know what you are saying?"
Cannot bear to let King Arthur die?
On the day she first entered the palace, if Merlin and Alvin had not intervened, she and her sister would have already decided life and death.
And now Alvin was so certain when he told her that she could not bear to let her sister die?
Alvin nodded with great certainty, "Both you and Lily have very deep feelings for each other. Do you want to bet?"
"Alright~"
Morgan raised her alluring blue eyes and crossed her legs, her voice seductive, "How do you want to bet?"
Alvin stood up and walked to the desk with the potions, looking them over, "Among these potions, is there one that can make me feel threatened?"
"There is. What are you planning to do?"
For some reason, a faint unease rose in Morgan's heart.
Alvin turned to look at her, a bright smile quickly appearing on his face.
"Next, I will send a lethal poison for Lily to drink."
Morgan's eyes narrowed in an instant as Alvin continued, "I bet you will stop me."
"I will stop you?", When she heard that, Morgan was clearly taken aback, staring at Alvin in disbelief.
She was silent for a long time, then shook her head and laughed, "Alvin, do you think I will stop you from giving poison to Lily?"
This could already be listed as Britannia's joke of the year.
Back then, if Merlin had not interfered in secret, the 'poison' Morgan brewed would have already been drunk by Artoria, and none of what came after would have happened.
Perhaps by now, the throne of Britannia would have already changed hands.
She had already given her sister 'poison' once, yet Alvin still thought she loved her sister deeply?
Alvin lowered his eyes, the corner of his gaze catching the pale skin of Morgan's calves beneath her dress. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I still think your feelings for her are greater than your hatred."
"So, do you want to bet with me?"
At the end, Alvin lifted his head and stared at Morgan le Fay's beautiful face, "If you lose, from now on you will stay by Lily's side with me, until the Age of Gods in Britannia completely comes to an end."
The smile on Morgan's face faded a little. She narrowed her eyes and studied the boy in front of her for a long time.
Soon, she reached out and gently stroked the boy's face, "If I win, you will leave the palace with me from now on, how about that?"
"Fine," Alvin shrugged, "If Lily dies after drinking your potion, there is no point for me to keep staying in the palace anyway, right?"
"Alvin, sometimes I think you are very smart, but sometimes you are really very foolish."
Morgan pressed her lips together and smiled, unable to hide the bewitching charm between her brows.
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