Having said that, he picked Artoria up, turned around, and walked step by step toward the exit of the Hall of Kings.
Morgan opened her mouth. She could clearly feel that Death as Fated had completely locked her sister's life force. At this moment, Artoria had already fallen into an eternal sleep.
Even so, Morgan still felt an unreal sense about it.
'So I won just like that?'
Countless times in the past she had wanted to kill King Arthur and failed every time. Now she had so easily killed her and achieved her long cherished wish, so why could she not feel happy at all?
Was it because she was no longer interested in the throne?
But even so, as long as her sister was dead, she could be together with Alvin openly and properly. What was there to be unhappy about?
For some reason, Morgan felt an inexplicable irritation in her heart.
Just as Alvin was about to carry the woman out of the Hall of Kings, Morgan suddenly called out to him.
"Wait!"
Alvin stopped his steps, without turning around.
"Is there something else?"
Morgan looked at Alvin's back, at the woman in his arms. After a long silence, she said, "Put her down first."
"I want to talk to her alone."
When Morgan said this, Alvin had his back to her, and a very interesting smile quickly appeared on his face.
'Good. One step closer to success.'
'But I have to hold it in right now. I absolutely cannot laugh,' Alvin said in a low voice, "If you have something to say, say it to her now. I will wait for you in the garden outside."
After saying that, Alvin walked out of the Hall of Kings, leaving Morgan standing alone in the hall.
She gazed at King Arthur lying on the throne, as if sleeping forever.
The slightly cold body, the colorless skin, and that peaceful 'sleeping' appearance all showed the current state of this King Arthur.
Even so, Morgan still felt an unreal sense about it.
Step by step she walked to Artoria's side and gently reached out to touch the woman's soft, delicate face.
The cold touch of her skin was clearly transmitted to her palm.
Although she had always wanted to kill Artoria, when she truly saw her sister lying motionless before her, Morgan could not feel happy at all.
There was no doubt she hated this country deeply, and even hated her sister who had taken her throne.
However, this itself was not Artoria's fault. She had only shifted her hatred onto her sister.
"If we had not both grown up in the royal family, I think the relationship between you and me would not have turned out like this, Lily?"
Morgan gently stroked Artoria's smooth golden hair. Looking at her pale lips, her expression became complicated.
Just as Alvin had said, she did not actually hate Artoria that much. She had always held an extremely complicated feeling toward her.
It was not pure hatred or pure love, but a special feeling between the two.
The resentment when she saw her father give up on her and choose Artoria to become King Arthur. The despair and hatred toward this country when she saw her sister put on that crown and suppress her true self, changing from a lively, cheerful girl into a cold, rigid King Arthur.
And even later, the jealousy when she saw her sister marry Alvin.
Did she really hate Artoria so much, even want to take away her throne and her lover?
Not necessarily. At least now, seeing Artoria 'dead', Morgan found that she could not feel happy at all.
At this point, whether the bet between Morgan and Alvin was a trick, and whether Artoria's 'death' was fake or not, was no longer important.
When you see someone close to you die, many feelings you had long known but deliberately suppressed will burst out, forcing you to reflect on yourself.
From the very beginning, Alvin had not been gambling with Morgan for its own sake, nor had he ever thought that a trick like fake death could fool Morgan for very long.
Even just a few minutes, or even a single moment, was enough.
What Alvin was truly gambling on was whether Morgan had feelings for Artoria, and how Artoria, as a younger sister, really viewed her own Sister King.
And the facts proved that Alvin had indeed gambled correctly.
In history, Morgan le Fay spent her life opposing King Arthur, openly and secretly tripping her up many times, yet in the end, when King Arthur died, she took her to Avalon to sleep.
In the future, many people speculated about Morgan le Fay's feelings toward King Arthur and analyzed her motives for doing so.
Alvin did not know what Morgan le Fay was like in history, but at least in this simulation game, Morgan's feelings toward King Arthur were not simply love or hatred.
The two sisters shared the same blood, and there was no deep personal grudge between them.
If one had to talk about hatred, it was probably just that Morgan had secretly NTR'd her own sister in the past.
After hesitating slightly, Morgan stepped forward and hugged Artoria, closing her eyes a little, as if confirming her own feelings at this moment.
The Hall of Kings was quiet for an unknown length of time.
Suddenly, at some point, Morgan faintly sensed a subtle abnormality.
She suddenly opened her eyes, held her breath, and felt a strange magic in the air.
'Something is wrong.'
As expected of Morgan. Just by touching Artoria for less than two minutes, her emotions had already calmed down, and she had begun to sense something off.
'With Alvin's personality, would he really take King Arthur's life as a bet?'
'And would King Arthur so easily drink a cup of 'poisoned' tea?'
The Red Dragon's core gave her extremely strong perception, yet she had not felt even a trace of danger.
Thinking of this, Morgan recalled her earlier conversation with Alvin, as if belatedly realizing something. She said softly, "So this was your plan, Alvin."
In that cold, low voice was a hint of anger and something hard to describe.
She reached out and lightly touched Artoria's cold 'body', slowly moving her hand down along her smooth, fair face until it gently rested on her chest.
Then, beneath Morgan's feet, an ominous shadow quietly spread, silently surging toward Artoria's chest.
The bright, clean hall was instantly covered in shadow. The immense magic of the Lord of the Isle filled the entire Hall of Kings, that evil, vast power pouring straight into Artoria's chest.
BOOM!
The whole hall trembled slightly.
A pink flower petal slowly drifted down in the hall.
Then more and more pink petals fell.
The shadow behind Morgan turned into a huge hand that grabbed all the petals and crushed them.
Crack!
A sound like a mirror shattering rang out. The illusion covering the hall broke apart in an instant.
It was an illusion.
As early as when Alvin brought her into the Hall of Kings, Merlin had already set up multiple layers of illusion barriers.
When she realized this, Morgan's eyes instantly filled with cold fury.
But then she suddenly felt a faint breath against her chest.
As if realizing something, she instinctively looked down.
The 'corpse' that had been cold in her arms was already awake. Artoria was looking up at her with a blank expression.
"…"
The moment the sisters' eyes met, Morgan le Fay's body slowly stiffened, a feeling of shame so strong it made her want to dig a hole with her toes.
At this moment, she wanted nothing more than to bury her face in the sand like an ostrich.
'What the hell is this?'
'This is social death.'
And not just ordinary social death.
You had to know that just before this, the sisters had been at each other's throats, both wanting to use their ultimate moves to kill the other.
And Morgan had always shown herself to be extremely proud and overbearing.
Yet just now, in a moment of impulsive emotion, she had actually hugged her sister while she thought she was dead.
And the most mortifying part was that, after the illusion was broken, she realized she was really hugging Artoria.
Morgan's eyelid twitched slightly. Her full chest rose and fell violently, and that seductive, beautiful face was now filled with anger.
"Merlin…"
That worm who could barely even be called a person had tricked her with illusions again and again.
And this time he had even secretly colluded with Alvin.
'Yes. It must have been Merlin who secretly coaxed Alvin into carrying out this plan.'
In Morgan's view, Alvin would absolutely never do something so despicable. In all of Britannia, only Merlin could pull off something like this.
Even though she was socially dead, in front of Artoria, Morgan could only pretend to be strong and said calmly, "You… you knew all along?"
"You were also cooperating with their plan?"
Artoria gently shook her head, "I did not know what Alvin planned until you entered the Hall of Kings."
"Then why…"
Morgan's eyes flickered as she replayed everything that had just happened. She quickly realized something and blurted out, "That cup of tea?"
With Artoria's personality, if she had known Alvin's plan, she would never have accepted such a scheme to deceive her own Sister King.
Artoria had only vaguely guessed what Alvin was planning when he brought the 'poisoned' tea to her.
By then, she could not possibly speak up and ruin his plan.
And she also wanted to know how Morgan would react after her 'death'.
The truth was exactly as Alvin had said. Morgan le Fay, her Sister, did indeed hold special feelings toward her.
Humans are complex beings. They show completely different sides to outsiders and to family. Even Morgan le Fay was no exception.
Her feelings toward Artoria could not be explained simply as love or hatred.
But all along, she had never shown her true thoughts, or rather, in her subconscious, she believed that her relationship with Artoria could never be repaired.
"That tea did have 'poison' in it, but I did not drink it."
Artoria gave Morgan a clear answer, "When Alvin handed me the tea, Merlin's illusion had already activated."
"If nothing unexpected happened, that potion should be in his hands right now."
As if hearing Artoria's words, in a garden not far outside the Hall of Kings, the white haired mage who was holding the tea and examining it carefully suddenly sneezed loudly.
Morgan fell silent again.
With her authority in Britannia, as long as she had been on guard, she would never have completely missed Merlin's illusion.
But when she was with Alvin, she was always too relaxed. Up until just now, her attention had been on Alvin the whole time, and she had not noticed anything wrong in the Hall of Kings.
Morgan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and suppress the urge to go find Alvin and settle accounts.
"Since you already knew, what do you plan to do now?"
With the pride of both sisters, neither would ever bow first. But just now, Morgan had, in a sense, already shown her hand.
That meant the initiative to reconcile was now in Artoria's hands.
Artoria looked into Morgan le Fay's eyes and said slowly, "Even now, I still hate you."
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