Anyone she had bitten, as long as Arcueid was willing, she could immediately turn them into her own retainer.
Except for that one person back in Millennium Castle.
But that person was purely an exception because he had already been gravely ill, and on top of that it was his own intense request that Arcueid did not turn him into an "Embrace."
However… Morgan le Fay was the most special person Arcueid had ever seen.
The other party was actually completely immune to the "Embrace."
Morgan sneered and said, "I forgot to tell you. Another one of my identities is that of a fairy, a mere blood clan, how could it possibly affect my will?"
As she was speaking, Arcueid suddenly faintly sensed something wrong with her body.
When she tried to mobilize her magical power, she instead felt another stream of magic invading her. That magic was frantically disrupting her own.
"Are you feeling like your magic is a bit chaotic right now? I forgot to tell you, a fairy's blood isn't something you can just casually drink," Beneath Morgan's veil, her coldly beautiful face revealed a trace of pleased amusement.
'This woman deliberately let me drink her blood?'
After realizing this, a chill flashed through Arcueid's eyes. But sensing the turmoil of magic within her body, she still kept herself in check and did not launch an attack right away.
There was still an King Arthur nearby, watching like a tiger ready to pounce. What she needed to do now was first restore her own magic.
Anyway, she might as well just grab someone at random and "replenish" her strength first, Arcueid secretly scanned her surroundings. Just then, beneath the illumination of the blood moon hanging in the sky, a young man cloaked in black robes was slowly walking over from the distance.
"Looks like my timing is just right?", Upon seeing the situation on the battlefield, Alvin immediately let out a sigh of relief.
He knew that Arcueid possessed a unique magecraft with an extremely wide destructive range, and from the looks of it, she had not yet used that special magecraft.
"Alvin—", At this moment, Artoria's urgent voice rang out from afar.
Alvin paused slightly, then suddenly felt a presence rapidly closing in from behind.
When he turned his head to look, he was met with a pair of beautiful crimson eyes quietly gazing at him.
Arcueid!
She leaned in and bit down hard on Alvin's neck.
———
Right now, Alvin's entire mind was blank.
'No, seriously, how did I run into something like this the moment I arrived?'
To ensure the safety of his identity, he had even deliberately put on a disguise before coming... and yet, he had only just arrived on the scene when Arcueid took a bite out of him.
The scorching, boiling blood of the White Dragon quietly flowed into Arcueid's mouth at that moment, accompanied by an incomparably unique surge of magical power.
There was no doubt that Arcueid was powerful. She was both the origin of the True Ancestors and the Moon's "UO."
And those two letters alone represented the pinnacle of combat power.
Precisely because of this, even when she descended upon Britain, Arcueid had no misgivings at all, because she did not believe there was anyone who could contend with her.
In her eyes, the only real threats were the holy sword in the King Arthur's hand, and, secondly, whether Morgan le Fay might be hiding some kind of killing move. After all, this was someone else's home turf.
On the surface, from the moment of her descent she had been incomparably arrogant, as if she held lofty disdain for everything. But when facing these two sisters of Britain, Arcueid had never underestimated them in the slightest.
Just to be safe, she had even wanted to assimilate Morgan le Fay into her own "clan" a moment ago.
Yet she failed.
After all, Morgan was both a fairy and a god. She was a special trinity-like existence, so being unable to be affected by the "Embrace" was perfectly normal.
The Red Dragon and the White Dragon likewise should not be able to be affected by the "Embrace."
After all, dragons were mythical creatures, and their powerful innate magic resistance alone was enough to reject an Embrace.
'But then what is going on with this guy? Could he be the White Dragon?'
'The King Arthur seemed to have called his name earlier too.'
'Britain's White Dragon, Alvin?'
'But since when did the White Dragon's blood also carry the scent of divinity?'
Arcueid could clearly feel that within Alvin's blood flowed an incomparably dense essence of divine blood. And not that of an ordinary god either. It was a temptation so alluring it was hard to resist, a true delicacy.
It was even sweeter and more enticing than Morgan's blood just now.
For vampires, the higher their rank, the more particular they became about the taste and quality of blood.
As the origin of the True Ancestors, Arcueid did not actually drink blood in her daily life. It was not because she lacked interest, but simply because she was far too picky.
What she wanted was either special blood like Morgan's just now, or the blood of a god.
Of course, the King Arthur's blood would probably taste quite good as well. But judging from the current situation, even the combined blood of those two sisters was far inferior to how enticing the blood of the young man before her was.
Alvin was not a White Dragon in the strict sense. Rather, after the evolution of the White Dragon's furnace core, he had become a special existence that was a fusion of dragon and god.
In Arcueid's Millennium Castle, there were quite a few vampires and embraced retainers, but the only one who had truly piqued her interest was that sickly young man back in Millennium Castle.
That young man had refused her proposal to personally "Embrace" him, and in the end, after some time, he died of illness within Millennium Castle.
She had once tasted that young man's blood as well. It was also special, but merely different from ordinary people. It could not be called particularly "delicious."
'What is going on, how could someone possess blood of such high purity?'
Bathed in the alluring, sweet fragrance emanating from Alvin, Arcueid's heart filled with intense desire, and she bit down for a second mouthful.
Then, at a certain moment, her thoughts suddenly stalled.
Don't be fooled by the way Arcueid seemed dazed right now. Her mind had not stopped working at all since just now. Rather, she had been carefully savoring what exactly made Alvin's blood so special.
And at this moment, she distinctly felt something very similar to what she had experienced with Morgan earlier.
During the first bite, Arcueid had not noticed anything amiss. But by the second bite, she suddenly realized that Alvin was not truly a White Dragon or a god.
There was still "human" blood flowing within his body. It was just that the blood of the White Dragon and the god was so overwhelmingly dense that its aura almost completely masked his own blood.
'Human, dragon, and god… could this child also be a trinity?'
'Why is Britain full of monsters like this?'
'And most importantly, why does his "human" blood feel so familiar?'
As that rich, fragrant blood surged into her senses, Arcueid stared at Alvin with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.
In the next instant, she reached out toward the mask on Alvin's face.
BOOM!
At that moment, Artoria swung her holy sword, and a golden beam of light blasted straight toward Arcueid in the sky.
Facing the might of the holy sword, Arcueid frowned slightly, but had no choice but to withdraw her hand and rapidly retreat.
When she turned her head to look at the ground, she saw Artoria glaring up at her with eyes full of fury.
"Let him go!", To Artoria, the current Alvin was more like a taboo. Having once lost him, she cherished him all the more.
When Arcueid bit down on Alvin's neck just now, a powerful sense of unease flooded her chest. She was terrified that Alvin would be assimilated by Arcueid into a blood clan retainer, becoming her Embrace.
Fortunately, he was the White Dragon, so the "Embrace" had little effect on him.
After the lingering fear subsided, Artoria's body trembled slightly.
As the King Arthur, she rarely experienced such intense emotions. This was not fear, but a surging, overwhelming rage.
Morgan le Fay might be one thing, but who did you think you were, an outsider, to lay hands on him like that?
Artoria stepped forward and swung her holy sword again, as if she intended to directly obliterate this woman from beyond the stars.
At the same time, Alvin drifted lightly down to the ground. Though his face looked calm, a storm was raging in his heart.
At that moment, he felt as though he had narrowly escaped death.
'So close, if Arcueid has been even a tiny bit faster just now, I might already be "done for" now… in every possible sense.'
Alvin gathered his thoughts slightly and saw Morgan approaching head-on. Beside her was the rebellious knight Mordred, clad in heavy armor.
"Are you alright?", Mordred hurried over. Alvin raised a hand, about to give his bargain-bin daughter a big hug, but Mordred instead grabbed his head, leaned in, and carefully examined his neck.
Faintly, a soft breath brushed against his neck, ticklish.
Mordred stared for a long while, her expression extremely serious.
"As I thought, that woman was just trying to turn you into an 'Embrace.'"
Although the night was hazy, under the eerie blood moon in the sky, one could still faintly see two extremely tiny puncture marks on the back of Alvin's neck.
Those were the marks left from Arcueid's bite just now.
Logically speaking, with the White Dragon's regenerative ability, such wounds should have healed in an instant. Yet the marks on Alvin's neck showed no sign of fading.
From those puncture wounds, it seemed as though some kind of magical crest was trying to form, only to be suppressed by the White Dragon's power.
Morgan, her face hidden behind a veil, gave no clue to her expression. Only the shifting light in her eyes carried a hint of contemplation and confusion.
Despite the fierce battle that had just erupted, neither her bearing nor her makeup showed any change. Only her ornate dress was slightly disheveled, platinum-blond hair spilling down over her full, proud chest. In the dim light, the magical crest nestled between those twin temptations faintly glimmered with a weak glow.
"She seems very interested in your blood," Morgan suddenly said.
"After all, even for her, she probably hasn't tasted White Dragon blood before," Alvin replied.
Though he looked quite composed on the surface, the expression beneath his mask had already undergone earth-shattering changes.
He only regretted that he hadn't realized sooner that the entire simulation game had become real.
If he'd known earlier, he wouldn't have gone for some 'white moonlight after death' clear route.
There were so many ways to clear the game. It wasn't like he absolutely had to use that method.
Millennium Castle was actually an early chapter in the game, not very long, and the mission requirement was simply to cause a slight change in Arcueid's emotions.
That emotional change didn't necessarily mean love. Depending on the choices, it could also be hatred, anger, or other feelings.
And Alvin, adhering to his personal creed of playing games with a smile, had racked his brain trying to pursue Arcueid.
In the end, he really did cause this 'shut-in' who had lived in Millennium Castle for ages to experience a subtle emotional shift, and for the first time, to feel a sense of emptiness in her heart.
Although Arcueid had drunk his blood during the Millennium Castle period, back then he had still been a mortal. Now that his body was mixed with the blood of the White Dragon and the divine blood bestowed by Tiamat, even Arcueid could not possibly distinguish it.
Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.
As the three of them were talking, a vampire with skin shriveled like dead branches suddenly lunged at them from the side.
"Watch out!"
Mordred reacted instantly, stepping forward and kicking the vampire away.
But at that moment, another vampire leapt at Mordred from behind and bit into her neck.
"Tch! You're like a swarm of flies that just won't quit!"
Mordred clicked her tongue. The greatsword in her hand erupted with magical power, unleashing a sweeping four-directional slash.
The vampires rushing in from all sides were instantly shattered into powder.
Meanwhile, beneath the sky, Artoria held the holy sword aloft. The razor-sharp golden sword light slashed out, as if it twisted the very air.
Arcueid merely sneered. The magic surging around her was bewitchingly sinister, perfectly matching the blood moon, as she engaged the King Arthur in battle.
"Now's not the time for idle chatter. Let's go help the King first!"
After saying that, Mordred charged toward Arcueid's direction.
Morgan le Fay lifted her gaze, watching Mordred's figure rush toward the vampire horde. Soon, she softly said, "She seems to have changed quite a bit."
If this were the past, seeing the King Arthur locked in battle with a powerful foe, it would've been good enough if Mordred didn't stab her in the back.
"I suppose that's thanks to your good teaching," Alvin said with a smile.
Whether in the official history or in this worldline, Morgan le Fay's purpose in creating Mordred had always been to oppose the King Arthur.
[T/N: WHAT THE FACK? HE COULDN'T RETALIATE? SO WHAT IS THIS BIG DEAL WITH BEING SO-CALLED WHITE DRAGON OF BRAITAIN? HE IS A FACKING TOOL.]
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