The atmosphere instantly turned a bit strange. At this moment, Artoria and Morgan's gazes both fixed straight on the boy.
Alvin looked calm on the surface, but anyone who knew him well understood that he was already sweating buckets right now.
And after saying those words earlier, Arcueid did not speak again. She simply watched the boy in silence.
If she judged only from the blood she had just taken, she truly could not tell whether Alvin was the same person from the castle back then.
However, there was actually a way to verify it.
Arcueid quickly reined in her thoughts. A hint of something unusual crept into her normally cold and indifferent voice, "I suppose it was just my imagination."
"You look very similar, but the aura on your body is different from his. He was far weaker than you."
When those words were spoken, the subtle tension from just now seemed to ease somewhat.
But no one truly let their guard down. After all, the other party had shown hostility from the very beginning, and no one knew what she might do next.
Morgan narrowed her eyes and sneered.
"King of the Moon, so what exactly do you plan to do now? If you do not intend to fight, then leave Britannia's territory as soon as possible."
Morgan had always been this domineering, and even when facing Arcueid, she was no exception.
"Do not rush. Before I leave, there is still one thing I need to confirm," Arcueid gazed quietly at Alvin.
"After confirming this matter, I will have my own judgment."
'Confirm one thing?'
Hearing this, not only Morgan, but even Artoria and the Knights of the Round Table showed a trace of confusion in their eyes.
The King of the Moon had targeted the White Dragon from the moment she descended upon Earth. Although her purpose was still unclear, she was definitely not here with good intentions.
Yet after seeing Alvin just now, her attitude had become somewhat ambiguous.
'What exactly does this woman want to do?'
Just as these thoughts were running through everyone's minds, Arcueid slowly raised her right hand and snapped her fingers with elegant ease.
In the air, a unique magical power seemed to ripple outward like waves.
Almost in an instant, everyone present, including Lancelot, felt a faint sense of suffocation.
Rumble!
At the same time, the tranquil night was completely shattered.
From beneath the curtain of night, an incomparably massive structure descended like a falling meteor, slowly pressing down toward the ground.
It was an enormous castle. Its ancient and solemn architectural style was filled with majesty and holiness, and at the moment it appeared, a vast and desolate aura naturally spread forth.
This pitch-black palace stood beneath the firmament. With it as the center, an indistinct sense of pressure quietly radiated outward.
Alvin seemed to realize something, and his expression changed slightly.
'Reality Marble Manifestation?'
This was a unique authority belonging solely to the King of the Moon, Arcueid. As its name implied, it could create anything she imagined.
And at this very moment, Arcueid had actually summoned the Millennium Castle?
Alvin suddenly felt a faint heat at his neck. Immediately after, a bewitching crimson glow quietly lit up.
The [First Embrace] mark Arcueid had left on Alvin in the past.
Within the scarlet glow, it seemed to contain special magical engravings, quietly lighting up on the back of Alvin's neck.
Under the night sky, it shone with an especially seductive brilliance.
[First Embrace], for vampires, was an extremely sacred ritual. The [First Embrace] bestowed by True Ancestors upon their kin also had differences in rank.
Back in the Millennium Castle, Arcueid had once drunk Alvin's blood, and had even intended to personally give him the [First Embrace], only to be rejected by Alvin.
Even so, that [First Embrace] mark had still remained within Alvin's body.
And at this very moment, when Arcueid attempted a [First Embrace], the mark on Alvin's neck detonated instantly.
What detonated along with it was Arcueid's heart, which had been frozen for a long, long time.
Her beautiful eyes lit up abruptly. Her breathing stalled slightly, and her heartbeat seemed to pierce the heavens.
'It really is him.'
'He is still alive after all.'
There were very few people who could receive a [First Embrace] from Arcueid, and from past to present, there had only been one person who could directly become a high-ranking vampire through it.
That person had even rejected her goodwill back then.
The White Dragon of Britannia was the very boy from the Millennium Castle.
Artoria and Morgan le Fay had been filled with disbelief from the start, staring straight at the mark symbolizing the [First Embrace] on Alvin's neck.
The feeling was like he had once dated an ex-girlfriend, and that ex had written her name on his neck.
Now the real person had come knocking, and right in front of them, she displayed that name.
If the genders were swapped, this would be textbook NTR material if it were in a doujin.
But Arcueid clearly had no awareness of any NTR nonsense. She was still immersed in this unexpected joy.
Her purpose in descending upon Earth had originally been very simple: to become Earth's UO. First, to fulfill the promise she had once made with him, and second, to preserve herself.
In a sense, Arcueid did not belong to the Gaia side or the Alaya side. Because of the special nature of her existence, she was destined to be "corrected" by the Counter Force sooner or later.
To avoid that outcome, she needed to replace the Counter Force and become the ruler of this planet.
Her original first battle had been meant to kill the White Dragon of Britannia… but who would have thought there would be such an unexpected delight?
But now that it came to this… he should have already died. Why, then, was he appearing in Britannia now?
As this thought arose, the cold indifference gradually returned to Arcueid's ruby-like eyes, which were fixed only on the [First Embrace] mark on the back of Alvin's neck.
"What did you mean by what you said just now?", At this moment, Morgan's voice suddenly rang out.
"You know Alvin?"
Her gaze swept back and forth between Alvin and Arcueid. For some reason, a very bad premonition welled up in her heart.
Arcueid merely shot her a cold glance.
"Do I have any obligation to answer you, Witch of Britannia?"
Upon hearing that title, a gloom instantly crept into Morgan's expression beneath her veil, and her eyes toward Arcueid grew more dangerous.
If Arcueid had not just used [Reality Marble Manifestation], Morgan probably would not have bothered exchanging words with this mysterious woman at all.
In the Type-Moon world, there was a vast difference between magecraft and magic. Magicians and magi might seem similar, but in terms of combat power, they were worlds apart.
A Reality Marble was considered a subspecies of Reality Marble Manifestation. The former allowed the caster's inner world to form a barrier that eroded reality.
The latter, however, allowed one to freely add their own will to the world they created, arbitrarily modifying the rules within their domain.
Reality Marble Manifestation was an authority belonging solely to True Ancestors, and Arcueid had once relied on it to evade the Counter Force's "correction."
If a Reality Marble was the forbidden magecraft closest to true magic, then the Reality Marble Manifestation used by Arcueid was magic in the truest sense.
At this moment, behind Arcueid floated a city of darkness suspended in midair, grand and magnificent, looking from the outside like a castle built for giants.
If one were inside the Millennium Castle, Arcueid would be an almost invincible existence.
Morgan, as the Lord of the Island, actually possessed a similar power. To her, the entirety of Britannia was her domain.
"The person I am looking for has never been you, and there is no need for me to report anything to you," Arcueid's tone was filled with arrogance.
If it were an ordinary person, hearing this would either make them explode with anger or retort on the spot.
But Morgan was different. She was the Witch of Britannia, a notorious schemer in Type-Moon history.
Faced with provocation, she merely raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly.
"Within Britannia, who you want to look for has little to do with me, but he is the exception."
"What do you mean?", Arcueid asked.
"Since you already gathered information about Britannia before coming, surely you have heard about the relationship between him and me?", Morgan slowly removed her veil and lifted her head. That peerlessly beautiful face that could topple nations stood out strikingly in the dim night. Her moist, deep-blue eyes were filled with allure.
"If you have not heard, I can explain it to you in detail... about the love between him and me."
The surroundings instantly fell silent.
The Knights of the Round Table, who had been secretly eating popcorn just moments ago, felt their scalps go numb. Those who understood King Arthur's temperament even more desperately wished they could flee on the spot.
'This… we just wanted to watch the drama, not die.'
In truth, Alvin's situation with the Britannian sisters was something any Knight of the Round Table more or less knew about, even if only by rumor.
But knowing it privately and bringing it out into the open were completely different matters.
What was more, Morgan was declaring her stance in front of an outsider, clearly putting herself in the position of the main wife.
Where was King Arthur supposed to put her face after this?
The moment those words were spoken, it was equivalent to placing herself squarely in the position of the rightful partner.
Sure enough, after hearing Morgan's words, Artoria's expression instantly darkened, icy cold.
Arcueid also narrowed her red eyes and stared at Morgan.
Having just arrived, she actually did not know much about Britannia's affairs. She had only heard about the White Dragon marrying King Arthur.
She had not expected, that he also had ties with Morgan le Fay?
It seemed that after his "death," quite a few things had happened.
Watching the exchange between the two women, Alvin already sensed that things were going badly. His eyelids twitched wildly.
'This is bad. If they keep talking like this, Arcueid will not even need to make a move. Lily and Morgan's fragile sisterly bond will shatter first.'
'I need to think of something...'
'Calm down, Alvin. You are the White Dragon of Britannia. You are not afraid even of Merlin, that crafty bastard, and you can even face the Mother Goddess of Creation head-on… what is this little matter, really?'
'The problem right now is Arcueid. As long as I deal with her first, things will be easier.'
But before Alvin could speak, Arcueid's voice rang out first.
"I have no interest in what happened between you and him."
"Just like you would have no interest in what happened between me and him in the Millennium Castle, right?"
'What happened in the Millennium Castle?'
Hearing this, both Artoria and Morgan le Fay froze for a moment.
So that meant that during the years Alvin had been away, he had gone to the "Millennium Castle" and had some kind of ambiguous relationship with the King of the Moon?
At this point, Arcueid's cold, icy voice continued.
"I do not know what relationship the two of you have with him, but there is one thing I can be certain of."
She lowered her gaze.
"He is neither King Arthur's man, nor will he be your man, Morgan le Fay."
"Because…"
Arcueid slowly lifted her head. When she looked at Alvin, those icy crimson eyes seemed to soften just a little.
"From beginning to end, his body has always been engraved with my name."
The [First Embrace] mark suddenly burst forth with brilliant light, as if proclaiming that this was her home field.
At the same time, the Millennium Castle floating above everyone seemed to possess an astonishing suction force, trying to drag Alvin into it.
The Millennium Castle was a product of Reality Marble Manifestation. It could erode the present world, and Arcueid had also bestowed upon it a special will.
Those who are not "embraced" may not enter.
One had to know that the Millennium Castle was Arcueid's home ground. Combined with her nature as a lunar UO, if Alvin truly entered the Millennium Castle, then he would really be at her mercy. She could do whatever she wanted.
Alvin was stunned for a few seconds before finally reacting.
"Arcueid—"
Arcueid sneered.
"Now you know to call my name? Just now, you looked like you did not know me at all, Alvin… or should I call you the White Dragon of Britannia?"
Looking at the woman's icy gaze, Alvin's heart was filled with despair and speechlessness.
'System, damn it! You never told me the game would turn real back then!'
A first love really did have lethal power for anyone… but what if that first love suddenly came back with a twist?
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