At this very moment, inside a quiet room, the woman who had just completed a round of magical energy exchange was lazily leaning in the boy's arms. Looking at Alvin's thoughtful expression, she could not help but smile and ask.
"I'm just thinking… even if I really can become a UO with your help, and avoid the Counter Force's correction… then what about you?"
One of the reasons Arcueid originally wanted to become the UO of this planet was to avoid the fate of being corrected.
If Arcueid helped him become a UO, then wouldn't she be forced to sleep forever inside the Millennium Castle?
Arcueid leaned lazily against the bed, one hand covering her proud, full chest, smiling as she looked at him.
"Are you worried about me?", Her voice lacked some of its usual coldness, instead carrying a trace of laziness and seduction.
"In fact, you really don't need to worry. Staying in the Millennium Castle all the time isn't such a bad thing. The lifespan of vampires is extremely long. As long as you don't mess around, it wouldn't be a problem to live from Britain's Age of Gods all the way to the present."
Arcueid paused, then continued, "That said, the Age of Gods in Britain is about to end. After that, this land will enter a very barren stage. Why don't you just stay in the Millennium Castle with me from now on?"
Alvin felt helpless.
He knew Arcueid would bring this up.
But this wedding had already been pushing back and forth on the sisters' bottom line. If he were to add never coming home on top of that, he didn't even need to think about what would happen.
"I want to go back to Britain for a bit," Alvin suddenly said.
Before Arcueid's expression could change, Alvin took one of the woman's soft hands, his eyes filled with sincerity, "I'll come back. I just need to deal with a few things first."
Hearing this, Arcueid could only nod in agreement. In truth, quite a few vampires had opposed this wedding, some even harboring murderous intent, but she had suppressed them all.
She could of course act unilaterally, but for Alvin's sake, so that these people would not fixate on him in the future, it was better to do a bit of harmless handling.
———
After bidding farewell to Arcueid, Alvin went alone to Camelot Palace.
Compared to the liveliness of the Millennium Castle today, the palace seemed much quieter.
Morgan le Fay was sitting beneath a pavilion in the garden, stretching her graceful, beautiful curves. Sunlight spilled over her expressionless face, her platinum-blonde hair seeming to glow with a dazzling sheen under the light.
She gently closed her eyes, as if feeling the warmth of the sun.
At that moment, a deep blue interface quietly appeared before her eyes.
[Time remaining before traversal: 30:59:53]
'A countdown?'
Morgan was unfamiliar with this countdown, but at the same time, over this period she had heard countless mentions of "countdown" from the traversers.
When the countdown ended, they would traverse back to the "present world" that was what those traversers said.
'And… Alvin also seems to be someone from the present world.'
Yet at this very moment, she discovered that the same countdown had appeared before her as well.
But she was already in Britain now. What meaning could this traversal countdown still have?
Time remaining: [30:59:50]
[30:58:55]
As she pondered, the countdown continued to tick away. Morgan quickly came back to her senses, a thought flashing through her mind, 'Could it be that when the countdown ends, I, myself, will be able to traverse to the present world?'
'If that is really the case…'
As if she had thought of something interesting, Morgan narrowed her eyes, excitement quickly surfacing within them.
Just thinking about this made Morgan le Fay's heart fill with anticipation.
In Britain, there were always people interfering with the good things between her and Alvin. But if it were the present world, that would be completely different.
Morgan le Fay gently took a breath and raised her head to look at the sky beyond the pavilion.
At just that moment, she vaguely saw a figure streaking over from the distant horizon.
Morgan's eyes brightened slightly, but she quickly realized something, gave a light cough, and calmly withdrew her gaze, looking straight ahead.
———
The afternoon sunlight was warm. The woman in her gorgeous ceremonial dress sat beneath the pavilion. Even just her back view stirred the imagination. Her platinum hair fell naturally, elegant and noble.
Alvin spotted the woman beneath the pavilion at a glance. He thought for a moment and did not approach immediately. Instead, he activated the unique authority of [Watchman EX], then quietly moved closer from behind her.
Morgan le Fay seemed unaware, gazing at the scenery outside the pavilion with a thoughtful look on her face.
Only when Alvin was about to reach her did she speak in a cool tone, "How long do you plan to hide?"
"Or were you planning to go see Lily first?"
Alvin deactivated Watchman's authority, surprise filling his eyes, "When did you notice I was back?"
At the same time, his gaze discreetly sized up Morgan le Fay a few times.
Although the woman's face was covered by a thin veil, he could still sense the coldness in her eyes.
Not long ago, she had secretly gone to the Millennium Castle to look for him, even acting intimately, and she did not seem to mind his wedding with Arcueid, yet now she was angry?
If it were someone else, they would probably be completely confused.
But Alvin knew Morgan too well.
This was less anger and more pretending to be angry while waiting for me to coax her. Alvin walked over to Morgan's side and said with a smile, "I planned from the start to come see you first."
Although Morgan's attitude toward Artoria had eased quite a bit, she still cared deeply about Alvin's attitude toward herself and toward Artoria.
Who Alvin prioritized, who he went to see first after finishing things… these were all things Morgan cared about.
All of this stemmed from the somewhat twisted possessiveness she developed after repeated stimulation during her childhood.
Alvin really did plan to come see Morgan first after arriving in Britain, precisely because she tended to care more about these small details.
After hearing Alvin's gentle words, Morgan finally turned her eyes slightly to glance at him. When she saw the sincerity in his gaze, the cold expression from before seemed to soften considerably.
She gave a light cough and said, "Why did you come back so quickly?"
'Given the Moon King's temperament, after the wedding she would at least keep Alvin until the next return to the present world, right?'
"I told her I had something to take care of," Alvin paused, held one of Morgan's hands, half-knelt beside her, and said with a gentle smile, "Is sister not welcoming me?"
"That's not what I mean… it just feels a bit strange."
As she spoke, Morgan glanced again at the guards outside the pavilion, keeping her tone cold, "And also, don't talk to me like that outside, aren't you afraid Lily might see?"
Morgan had always been a bit double-standard. She could tease Alvin, but she did not allow herself to be the one teased.
"There aren't any outsiders here, and even if Lily were around, it wouldn't matter, she wouldn't say anything," Alvin said again in a lowered voice.
Under the boy's repeated advances, Morgan felt both happy and a little at a loss. She still had some lingering feelings about Arcueid. Although she had decided to become the N.T.R side, thinking about what Alvin had experienced in the Millennium Castle these past few days still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Yet now, after the boy coaxed her a few times at her side, a sense of joy welled up again. Even though she knew she shouldn't be so easily placated, she could not suppress these emotions.
When she had first met Alvin, all she wanted was to possess him alone. She did not even want her own sister, the rightful one, to get close to him.
Especially during the years when Alvin had "died," she had been obsessively drilling herself into a corner, desperately wishing to revive the White Dragon and completely destroy this kingdom.
But at some point, this mentality began to change. She realized she did not actually hate Artoria that much, nor did she really want to destroy Britain.
She only wanted to be with Alvin. Although her sister could be quite a nuisance at times, during the previous "bet" with Alvin, she realized that she liked Alvin, but also did not want her sister to die.
Even now, on the surface, Morgan refused to acknowledge any sisterly affection toward Artoria, but in her actions she no longer targeted her sister at every turn as she once had.
It could only be said that Alvin's return this time truly changed Morgan's formerly twisted desire for revenge.
Thinking of this, Morgan lifted her beautifully curved chin. A faint smile appeared on her peerless face beneath the veil, "Alvin, thanks to you, I really do see my own feelings more clearly now."
"But there's something I still can't understand. May I ask you?"
Alvin nodded with a bright smile, "Go ahead."
Morgan removed her veil, revealing an incomparably beautiful face, and said with a light smile, "Arcueid is the Moon's UO, the origin of the True Ancestors, and one of Gaia's trump cards, she had been in a dormant state in the past. When did you meet her?"
Alvin had long been prepared for this question and maintained his smile, "I stayed in the Millennium Castle for a period of time in the past. In fact, the reason I'm still alive now is thanks to the magical power Arcueid fed back to me back then."
He really had left Britain for several years in the past, and during those years had gone to the Millennium Castle. This explanation was fairly reasonable.
Morgan's eyes, cold like a deep pool, quietly gazed at the boy, then she nodded slightly, "For her to be willing to help you like that, she must really like you."
"Do you plan to stay in the Millennium Castle from now on?"
Alvin showed a helpless expression, "How could I? I said I'd stay in Britain until the end of the Age of Gods."
Hearing this, Morgan seemed quite satisfied and nodded.
After chatting for a bit, she suddenly said, "By the way, do you still have any magic dragon scales?"
'Magic dragon scales? I could pull out hundreds of those,' Alvin asked curiously, "What do you want that for?"
Morgan licked her red lips, her smile carrying a hint of expectation, "Just give me one, that's all~"
Although he did not really understand what this Sister was planning to do, Alvin ultimately took out a second magic dragon scale and handed it to her.
The surface of the scale showed vortex-like patterns, and there even seemed to be a blood-colored moon shadow flickering faintly.
Morgan froze for a moment.
'If I remember correctly, Alvin did not seem to have this thing on him in the past, did he?'
'This is…'
'Arcueid's mark?'
'Clearly, this is a special sigil formed after Arcueid fed magical power back to Alvin.'
If he were not afraid of Morgan going berserk, Alvin would have laughed out loud on the spot.
Each time the White Dragon furnace heart evolved, his strength would advance further. Now his White Dragon furnace heart had almost reached a perfect stage, completely surpassing the old Vortigern.
He just did not know how exactly the "Blood Moon" sigil had formed.
Or perhaps Arcueid had secretly done something?
"You should go find Lily. She should still be in the King's Hall."
At that moment, Morgan's soft voice pulled Alvin back to reality.
He looked at Morgan in surprise, then quickly felt a sense of relief.
If it were the past, Morgan would never have proactively told him to go find Artoria. It seemed the previous bet had indeed been effective, at least allowing her to face her own feelings.
After spending a moment of closeness with Morgan and enjoying their brief time alone, Alvin immediately set off for the King's Hall.
Meanwhile, Morgan watched the direction the boy left in, and only after his figure completely disappeared did a faint smile appear on her face.
The reason she let Alvin go find Artoria now was not because she was being generous.
Once the countdown ended and she returned to the present world, she would have all the time in the world to keep Alvin by her side, why rush this moment?
And if things went smoothly, she might even be able to use this thing to summon his spiritual body. Looking at the black scale in her hand, a pleased smile appeared on Morgan's face.
———
Artoria had already been sitting on the throne for nearly three hours.
At the beginning, her aide, Miss Ariel, had come to visit the king and even wanted to offer some comfort.
Although she did not know the exact reason, she could now be certain of one thing.
The king was in love.
And the person the king liked was precisely the young man from the banquet. The traverser Alvin, who had just married the Moon King.
Although she did not know the exact reason, having followed King Arthur for many years, the aide believed she could still roughly guess what the king was thinking.
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