As he spoke the last words, the Jewel Old Man lifted his head and looked toward a certain direction beyond this space.
Seeing that Alvin had no intention of pressing the matter, the Jewel Old Man couldn't help asking, "Aren't you curious about her identity?"
Alvin froze for a moment, "The widow?"
The Jewel Old Man frowned, "What widow?"
"It's nothing, just a small joke. Go on," Alvin waved his hand with a smile.
"In truth, I don't know much about her either. I only know that she is the origin of the True Ancestors of the blood clan, which is why her body is extremely difficult to destroy completely."
When the Jewel Old Man reached this point, there was inevitably a trace of regret in his tone, "With King Arthur and Morgan around, I think Arcueid won't be able to do much for the time being, but to truly kill her in the strict sense of the word is very difficult."
That was indeed true. As the origin of the True Ancestors, Arcueid's regenerative ability was beyond imagination. It was precisely because of this that Alvin had always been curious how, in the original work, this old man who could wield the 'Second Magic' and travel between parallel worlds had managed to completely kill Arcueid.
"You didn't come looking for me just to say hello, did you?", Alvin suddenly asked.
"Greeting you is one reason. Another is that I'd like to ask you for a favor."
The Jewel Old Man looked Alvin over a few times and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be heading to the battlefield right now. If Arcueid doesn't die on this trip, I'd like you to tell me everything you know about her."
"After that, I'll personally go and deal with her."
Hearing this, Alvin suddenly remembered another question he had cared about the most in his previous life.
'Why did the Jewel Old Man fight Arcueid?'
With a hint of curiosity, he asked, "Just asking out of curiosity. You and Arcueid are strangers to each other, so why do you want to deal with her?"
"Seeing a woman swagger around arrogantly in front of you, wouldn't that piss you off?", the Jewel Old Man asked in return.
Alvin fell into silence.
'Just for that?'
He had thought there would be a more proper reason, like saving the planet or something.
But the Jewel Old Man's personality had always been rather eccentric. Perhaps he wasn't telling the truth right now either.
Of course, the Jewel Old Man's real motive wasn't that important anyway, because this time there wouldn't be any chance for him to make a move.
Alvin said, "You don't need to worry about Arcueid."
"Leave the job of taking her down to me."
The Jewel Old Man revealed a surprised expression, "Oh? You're quite confident in yourself, aren't you?"
"Even if you're the White Dragon, the opponent is still a True Ancestor from the moon. Do you really believe you can't lose?"
"To be honest, I don't have much confidence."
Alvin let out a light sigh, "After all, she's the origin of the True Ancestors. I don't know how far her body's self-repair can go. If I had some life-saving methods for critical moments..."
The Jewel Old Man was a Magician who, in the original work, fought Arcueid to a draw and barely won in the end at a terrible cost. He undoubtedly had extraordinary means.
Although judging from the current situation, he probably wouldn't end up fighting Arcueid, but just in case, if he could mooch something off this old man.
The Jewel Old Man clearly understood the implication behind Alvin's words and shook his head helplessly.
'This kid is actually setting his sights on me?'
With that thought, he flicked a crimson gemstone from his fingertips.
Whoosh!
Alvin reacted quickly and reached out to grab the ruby.
The surface of the gemstone was crystal clear, but unlike ordinary gems, this one was as big as a small palm. From its surface, he could even see his own reflection.
"This is the Kaleidoscope. It can draw out other special abilities from parallel worlds and also cause your clothing to change. However, since you don't understand the Second Magic, the abilities you can use are limited."
"But at critical moments, you can swap yourself with the 'Gem Golem' inside this Kaleidoscope. It might produce unexpected results."
'It sounds complicated, but put simply, it is a substitution technique,' Alvin thought to himself.
Holding the Kaleidoscope, he willed it with a thought. In an instant, the black robe on his body changed. If one looked closely, they would find that even the style of the clothes had completely transformed.
'Good grief. So this thing is basically a portable wardrobe. And it can even change according to my thoughts?'
'At first glance it looks pretty useless, and it kind of is… but think about it. If this is used on Morgan or Lily, wouldn't that mean cosplay anytime, anywhere?'
'Black stockings, white stockings, even black lace… tsk!'
"I don't know how things are going over there. I need to hurry and take a look," Alvin put away the Kaleidoscope and quickly said his goodbyes to the Jewel Old Man.
"Are you confident?", the Jewel Old Man suddenly asked.
Alvin paused, then said with a faint smile, "Guaranteed win."
If Arcueid knew his real identity, it would indeed be troublesome. But he possessed the unique authority of [Watchman EX] to hide his presence. If he wanted to, even Arcueid wouldn't be able to recognize him.
And just to be safe, he had also specially prepared this thing before coming, Alvin took out a white mask from his chest and slowly put it on.
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Meanwhile—
Whoosh!
Artoria swung the holy sword in her hand. Along with the flash of sharp golden sword light, it felt as though even the blood moon in the sky might be cleaved in two.
Arcueid, clad in a white dress, carried herself with cold nobility. The dress fluttered in the wind, faintly revealing a pair of fair, crystalline jade-like feet, spotless and pure.
Facing the edge of the holy sword, her vivid red lips parted slightly. The moment her chanting voice sounded, ancient and obscure syllables seemed to tug at the magical power in the air.
Then the entire sky seemed to collapse. The blood moon grew larger and larger, as if it were about to cover the entire area.
Moonfall!
She directly projected the moon's mirror image into Britain, simultaneously placing pressure on Morgan and Artoria.
Although it was not the true authority of [Moonfall], its power was still not to be underestimated.
At the same time, beneath the blood moon, countless crimson eyes seemed to snap open.
Vampires!
Their skin was withered and pale, as if they had lost all sense of self. They fell from the sky, charging toward Artoria with shrill roars.
At that moment, behind Artoria, a golden beam of light suddenly blasted forward.
Artoria instinctively turned her head to look.
Gawain's Sun Holy Sword radiated blazing brilliance as he, along with Lancelot, Agravain, and the others, rushed onto the battlefield.
Lancelot hurried to Tristan's side and asked anxiously, "How is Galahad?"
Mordred was just as anxious, "Where is my father?"
"Our investigation turned up results, so I had Galahad stay at the flying vessel. I was originally planning to return to the palace alone to report the findings about the vessel to the King, but I ran into this one instead."
As Tristan spoke the last words, he cast a wary glance toward the blonde woman beneath the blood moon ahead.
"Be careful. This woman… is probably even stronger than Vortigern was back then."
As soon as those words fell, everyone felt a jolt in their hearts.
They all knew that the decisive battle against Vortigern back then had nearly wiped out the Round Table Knights and left them with deep psychological scars.
'This woman is actually even stronger than Vortigern?'
"Where is Alvin now?", Mordred asked.
At this moment, Tristan delivered another piece of news that made everyone's ears ring.
"But fortunately, Lady Morgan is on the King's side."
The intense pressure everyone had been feeling, as well as their rapidly spinning thoughts, came to a complete halt.
Just a single sentence, yet to the Round Table Knights it was like a thunderclap exploding in their ears.
This piece of news was more shocking than any message they had ever received before.
Lancelot was completely stunned, even forgetting that a powerful enemy like Arcueid was still standing right in front of them.
Britain's witch had an extremely twisted and dark personality, while King Arthur was overly bright and righteous. From birth to temperament, the sisters were complete opposites, and thus had always been at odds.
Tristan's statement that "Morgan is Arthur's teammate" hit everyone like a massive tsunami, turning their hearts completely upside down.
Bedivere stood there blank-faced. Kay opened his mouth but couldn't even get a word out.
Even Agravain's gloomy expression changed as he stared in disbelief at Morgan, who was standing behind Artoria and casting spells.
Only Mordred was furious, "So where is Alvin right now? Is he hurt?"
Tristan shook his head, "Alvin isn't here, I don't know where he went."
Hearing this, Mordred secretly let out a sigh of relief.
For this rebellious knight, how Britain fared wasn't that important. As long as the people she cared about were safe, that was enough.
It was also fortunate that he wasn't here.
After all, this True Ancestor could simultaneously face Morgan and King Arthur. No matter how you looked at it, she was a real handful.
'Just what exactly is her goal?', Mordred suddenly wondered.
"That's enough small talk. Let's go help the King first!"
As Lancelot's voice fell, he infused his sword with unique magical power and charged toward the vast army of blood kin beneath the blood moon.
"Be careful not to get bitten by those vampires, or you'll be assimilated into the blood clan!", Artoria called out loudly.
"Don't worry. Although the Round Table Knights are special, the taste of our magic is still not much different from mages of this era."
Arcueid's white dress fluttered as she gazed down indifferently. Her eyes soon fell upon Morgan and Artoria, "Compared to the Round Table Knights, I'm far more interested in your magical power."
She could clearly sense that the magic within Artoria and Morgan le Fay was very special. At the very least, it was worth tasting.
Arcueid raised her right hand and softly chanted something.
The figure of the woman beneath the blood moon blurred for a moment, then vanished completely.
Artoria scanned her surroundings warily, quickly locking onto Arcueid's position.
"Sister, she's behind you!", Artoria shouted urgently.
However, Morgan le Fay seemed completely unaware, standing there motionless.
Behind her, Arcueid descended like a ghost and bit down on the back of Morgan's neck.
There was no surprise at all. As the sharp fangs that symbolized a vampire pierced Morgan's delicate, flawless neck, a wondrous, intoxicating wave of magic flowed through her blood into Arcueid's body.
Almost instantly, Arcueid's pupils contracted slightly as an intense feeling of attraction surged up from within.
Vampires, even True Ancestors, were extremely sensitive to the quality of blood.
Just like human cuisine, blood also had grades corresponding to its freshness.
And from the past until now, Arcueid had never once tasted such extraordinary blood.
This was a delicacy that blended humans, elves, and gods into one.
Arcueid's beautiful eyes lit up. If she turned Morgan into a 'blood kin,' wouldn't she be able to enjoy such delicious food every day from now on?
"Are you trying to give me an [Embrace] and turn me into a vampire?"
Just as this thought crossed Arcueid's mind, she heard Morgan's cool voice, tinged with a hint of seduction, softly ring out by her ear.
At some unknown moment, terrifying shadows began to surge rapidly around Morgan, quickly enveloping Arcueid.
Arcueid's pupils shrank.
'These shadows… they absorb other people's magic?'
She realized the danger and quickly retreated. Lifting her head, her exquisite, indifferent face was filled with shock.
"Why? Why is the Embrace ineffective on you?"
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