Even though she had never left Britannia in the past, during this period of contact with those transmigrators, Artoria more or less learned some things about the "future."
If Alvin really would be automatically "corrected" in the future, then they indeed needed to think of a solution before that happened.
For that reason, even if he were to marry someone else, it did not matter.
"Sister Morgan, do you have anything you want to say?", Artoria turned her gaze toward Morgan.
From the moment Arcueid mentioned "marriage," Morgan had not said a single word. She only looked at Alvin, a strange glimmer shining in her eyes.
It was only after hearing her sister's voice that she snapped back to her senses. A sweet smile appeared on her delicate face beneath the veil.
"Since even you, the rightful one, don't have any objections, then of course I can't really say anything either."
"If anything, I'm actually quite looking forward to this grand wedding."
"Then it's happily decided," Arcueid revealed a smile as if ice were breaking, "In that case, I'll take this child with me first, okay?"
———
To the surprise of all the Knights of the Round Table, the battle that should have broken out in the end fizzled away just like that, because the mask on Alvin's face had fallen off.
And Alvin, at Arcueid's invitation, stepped into the Millennium Castle that was now eroding the present world.
Morgan gazed at the ancient, dark city beneath the heavens, then calmly withdrew her gaze.
"I still have some matters to handle. You all go back first."
After saying that, she turned around and left the crowd alone, leaving the Knights of the Round Table staring at one another.
Agravain opened his mouth, wanting to call out to Morgan, but Artoria spoke up to stop him.
"Let her go. She probably needs some time to be alone."
"Your Majesty… what exactly is going on?"
In the end, Agravain could not hold it in and asked.
"Why did Alvin leave with that woman?"
Gawain and the others did not speak, but their gazes all turned in unison toward the blond Knight King.
"This is a long story, but for you all, having one less enemy is a good thing, isn't it?", Artoria said calmly.
Agravain frowned slightly.
That was true, but a battle that should have erupted just ended inexplicably like this, and then that vampire princess left so intimately holding onto Alvin. It left him with a feeling he could not quite put into words. [T/N: Alvin pulled an alien chick.]
It was like playing certain special H games, where after being defeated, you have to hand the heroine over to the enemy to enjoy.
That was probably how Agravain felt right now.
Even though he did not think that he or the King had lost, the fact remained that Alvin had indeed left with that "King of the Moon."
"Don't worry. He'll be fine."
Under the quiet night sky, Artoria raised her head and looked at the dark city beneath the heavens.
"Who knows, maybe he's catching up with her right now."
There was a trace of coldness in her words.
Without giving Agravain time to react, Artoria turned her head toward the unconscious Mordred.
"Little Mo."
Ever since being subjected to the [First Embrace] earlier, Mordred had remained in this sleeping state. Even now, when Artoria called her name, she still kept her eyes closed, as if she had not heard anything.
"If you want to never see your father again, then you can keep sleeping right now," Artoria said coldly.
Mordred's eyelids twitched slightly. Pretending to be drowsy, she rubbed her eyes and asked in confusion.
"What happened?"
Artoria cast her a faint glance.
"You know better than I do what happened."
"After we return to the palace, have Merlin come see me."
Hearing these meaningful words, Mordred inexplicably felt a bit guilty. And when she heard Artoria's follow-up, she froze and subconsciously asked, "What do you want Merlin for?"
Artoria raised her head and looked at the dark city beneath the night sky, speaking slowly.
"I'm still not at ease."
"Before the King of the Moon's wedding begins, I'm going to the Millennium Castle myself."
———
Not long after King Arthur and the others had all left, another woman returned to this place.
The night wind blew her formal dress backward. The fabric clung tightly to her proud, shapely chest, and even under the cover of night, it could not conceal that breathtakingly voluptuous figure. Morgan le Fay.
She looked into the distance at the grand, magnificent castle beneath the heavens.
To step into the Millennium Castle, there were only two possibilities. One was to be an [Embraced One], and the other… was to receive a direct invitation from Arcueid.
Before the wedding preparations even began, it was obvious that Arcueid would not allow the two sisters into the Millennium Castle, nor would she want anyone disturbing her private world with Alvin.
However, not long ago, Arcueid had bitten Morgan.
Although as a special trinity existence, Morgan would not be subjected to a [First Embrace], she could analyze and make use of that [First Embrace] mark, granting herself the special authority to enter the Millennium Castle.
"You really underestimated me, King of the Moon."
A cold smile appeared on Morgan's exquisite face beneath the veil. On her fair, swan-like neck, a bright crimson light quietly lit up.
In the next moment, a special aura similar to that of a "vampire" emanated from Morgan's body.
She stepped forward and silently slipped into the Millennium Castle.
———
The Millennium Castle had appeared before the year 1200 AD. As a special Reality Marble formed through [Fantasy Manifestation], Arcueid possessed supreme authority in this place.
And within it lived countless vampires.
At this very moment, Alvin was following Arcueid through the Millennium Castle. Along the way, neither of them spoke. Only the sound of their footsteps echoed between them.
Alvin could not help but raise his head and look at the woman walking ahead of him.
There were no ornaments on her body. Her smooth golden hair flowed down like water, and she wore a gorgeous gown of white as its base, inlaid with golden threads.
If one did not look at that full, enticing figure, one would likely feel only sincere awe toward this "Moon Princess" from the Moon.
'She looks exactly the same as in the game CGs. The only difference is that her chest seems to have more bounce,' Alvin sighed inwardly.
"You're calmer than I expected."
Arcueid walked down the silent corridor without turning her head, speaking in a cold tone.
"Aren't you worried about your own safety?"
One had to know that the Millennium Castle was a special domain that could erode the present world. As long as one was inside it, even Morgan's "Lord of the Island" blessing would disappear.
Likewise, the special buff Alvin possessed, [The Witch's Affection EX], would naturally be rendered ineffective as well.
Alvin shook his head and smiled.
"If I were really afraid, I wouldn't have followed you here."
Arcueid curled her lips and cast him a cold glance, "Is that so? You stayed in Britannia for so long just now, and I didn't see you take the initiative to greet me even once."
"Don't like talking?"
Alvin: "..."
'Looks like she's still holding a grudge about what happened earlier.'
To be fair, if it hadn't been for Little Mo's "backstab" just now, Alvin indeed would not have taken the initiative to greet Arcueid right away.
First, Morgan and Artoria were both watching from the side. Second, he also needed time to think of a reason to explain why he was in Britannia.
He had been ambiguous with this Moon Princess in the Millennium Castle for several years, and the two of them were basically just one step away from officially confirming their relationship.
If Alvin had truly died of illness, that would be one thing. But to fake his death and then appear in Britannia full of life, and even marry King Arthur.
From Arcueid's perspective, this was a textbook scumbag move.
"Has your illness recovered?"
At this moment, Arcueid suddenly asked casually.
She had already stopped walking as she said this, her gaze silently fixed on Alvin.
"Mm, the White Dragon genes can heal injuries at high speed. Thanks to that, I'm basically fine now," Alvin said.
He was not lying. Back when he was in the present world, Alvin's body had been frail by nature. Ever since he inherited the White Dragon's status panel, the White Dragon genes had continuously evolved his physical body.
By now, the hardness of Alvin's flesh was comparable to that of an artificial weapon.
"Why are you in Britannia?", Alvin suddenly asked.
A glimmer of emotion flowed in Arcueid's crimson eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, and her cold yet lazy voice sounded, "Not long ago, Gaia gave the Promised Sword of Victory to the White Dragon of Britannia. My original purpose was to kill the White Dragon."
She paused.
"I just didn't expect there to be such an unexpected delight."
Alvin nodded as expected, "So Gaia didn't lie to me back then…"
As long as one drew the Promised Sword of Victory, it meant being tacitly acknowledged as belonging to Gaia's side, and also being targeted by extraterrestrial beings.
After all, the Promised Sword of Victory was a planet-forged weapon capable of threatening a UO.
He just hadn't expected that the first one to set her sights on him would be Arcueid.
"Gaia is not completely trustworthy. You'd be lucky if half of what it says is true. If you listen to everything it says, you probably won't even know when it sells you out," Arcueid said coldly.
Alvin's thoughts stirred, "You mean the Counter Force correcting history?"
He knew that in orthodox Type-Moon history, after Vortigern's death, there was no longer any White Dragon. In this history, however, Alvin had not only inherited Vortigern's power and become an even stronger White Dragon, but had also married King Arthur and experienced many things with Morgan
"Mythical creatures are aberrations to begin with. Even if you don't change history, once you no longer have value, the Counter Force will still treat you as a thorn in its side."
"I myself am such an aberration, so I understand very well what the Counter Force is," Arcueid said calmly.
"So that's why you want to become Earth's UO, to replace Gaia and Alaya?"
"Not just to avoid the fate of being corrected," Arcueid cast Alvin a faint glance.
Alvin's thoughts stirred, and he vaguely recalled something.
If he remembered correctly, in the simulation game he had played, there seemed to have been a promise between him and Arcueid.
"If you really feel like you can't muster interest in doing anything, then try finding a goal first… for example, becoming the strongest being."
"Do you still remember the promise we made back then?", Alvin blurted out.
Arcueid did not answer. She looked straight ahead and said calmly,
"This planet is different from any other. To become the strongest, the first step is to kill the strongest being."
"That's why I said earlier, following me into the Millennium Castle. You really have some guts."
If she killed the White Dragon and claimed all of his blood, Arcueid felt that perhaps she wouldn't need to do anything else afterward, and could become the UO of two planets.
A faint smile appeared on Alvin's face.
"I said it earlier too. If I were really afraid, I wouldn't have followed you into the Millennium Castle."
"Is that so?"
Arcueid raised an eyebrow slightly. For a brief moment, her crimson eyes became extraordinarily bewitching as she slowly moved closer to Alvin.
Watching that cold, stunning face draw closer and closer, Alvin's heart rate gradually quickened from its initial calm.
Even if he said he wasn't afraid, coming to someone else's territory like this, it was impossible not to feel uneasy.
It was just that following Arcueid back to the Millennium Castle was the optimal solution at the time.
After all, if Arcueid went to war with Britannia, there would inevitably be massive casualtie, this could be considered sacrificing oneself for the greater good.
In the next instant, Alvin felt a moist, soft sensation against his neck.
Arcueid gently pressed her red lips to his neck, then, like a cat, lightly licked it.
Her breath, mixed with a sweet fragrance, made one's heart itch.
That sensation, as if it shot straight to the top of his skull, made Alvin's hands tremble unconsciously.
Then, before Alvin could react, Arcueid suddenly bit down hard.
When he felt his blood being greedily sucked by the woman before him, Alvin's eyelids twitched wildly.
'No, sister, are you for real?'
'I've already said things to this point, and you still have the nerve to suck my blood?'
At this moment, Arcueid released her lips. Looking at the boy's familiar face and the expression in his eyes, a captivating smile quickly bloomed on her face.
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