In the reception hall, the atmosphere was slightly quiet.
Tokiomi's eyes flickered, as if weighing Alvin's earlier suggestion.
The Clock Tower...to be honest, he had heard of this organization.
As one of the Mage's Association's branches, its history was vast, its resources far beyond what a local Fuyuki family could compare to.
Moreover, the Holy Church's priest... Kirei Kotomine's father, happened to know a Lord at the Clock Tower.
With his introduction, seeking treatment there wouldn't be difficult.
With this in mind, Tokiomi sincerely thanked him. "Thank you for your guidance."
"Don't thank me yet. It's not certain if it'll work... and I haven't done much to help."
Alvin said, casually handing Tokiomi a piece of tattered black cloth.
"This is...?"
Tokiomi paused, taken aback.
"Isn't this the purpose of your visit?"
Alvin said. "To summon a specific Servant, you need an item from their life. What I'm giving you now is exactly what you need."
Tokiomi was stunned for a moment, then overwhelmed with joy.
Having arrived in ancient Britain through physical transmigration, he knew full well that any item from Alvin's possession, even a scrap of cloth, could serve as a holy relic for summoning a heroic spirit in the future.
Watching Tokiomi instinctively clutch the cloth, his fingers trembling with excitement, Alvin continued.
"If I do accept the summoning in the future, I have one condition."
"Please, tell me."
Tokiomi said as Alvin locked eyes with him: "After winning the next Holy Grail War, I want the right to use the Greater Grail."
Planning how to use the Greater Grail before the war even begins...
If it were anyone else, Tokiomi might have scoffed inwardly.
But having witnessed the White Dragon's battle against the Hero King, he had no doubt about the strength of Britain's White Dragon.
He nodded immediately.
"That's only natural."
Alvin continued. "Second condition... Before you head to the Clock Tower for treatment, spend some quality time with your two daughters."
Hearing his words, Tokiomi froze.
After all...while the first condition made sense, the second left him puzzled.
Why would the White Dragon care about something like this?
But on second thought, since the White Dragon had saved his daughter, perhaps he agreed to this request out of that bond...?
Tokiomi quickly collected his thoughts, thanked him respectfully again, and left the hall.
Alvin watched the man leave, then turned his gaze away, casually opening his personal interface and staring at the CG page, lost in thought.
His CG collection was currently at 90%.
For any game, that was an impressively high completion rate.
But now the question was... where were the remaining 10% of the CGs?
Could they all be hidden in the Fifth Holy Grail War?
"No way, I need to find a time to see Lily... There might be some CGs I haven't unlocked yet."
Though he thought this in his heart, Alvin suppressed the urge to visit Artoria today.
First of all, she had just suffered a setback in the Holy Grail War, and knowing her personality, she'd likely be in a foul mood...
Going to see her now would just be asking for trouble.
Secondly, this was only the first day of his transmigration.
With the possibility of more transmigrators arriving in ancient Britain, Artoria was probably busy.
So, it wasn't the right time to disturb her.
As for the person to disturb at this time...it was obvious.
...
After leaving the reception hall, Alvin pondered for a moment before heading down a path toward Morgan's chambers.
After all, while Sister Morgan had vented some of her anger in the Clock Tower, it wasn't completely gone after all.
As a Tsundere, she wouldn't tell him these feelings in her heart, but as her lover, it was obviously his duty to coax his beauty.
Perhaps because she had given prior instructions, the patrolling knights didn't stop him, and Alvin reached the chambers without issue.
A heady fragrance filled the air, and before the snow-white bed, sheer curtains hung low.
Sensing approaching footsteps, Morgan slowly opened her eyes.
Her first instinct wasn't to dress but to conjure a surge of dark, profound magical energy.
In an instant, the energy morphed into countless shadows that surged toward the door.
Anyone visiting her bed chamber this late should be dealt with.
"Sister Mogan, it's me."
Only when a certain boy's voice rang out did the devouring shadows quietly recede.
"You still dare to come see me? Aren't you afraid you won't walk out of this door?"
After hearing that the one behind the door was him, her lazy, alluring voice echoed through the chambers.
Then, Morgan emerged, wearing a white gown that hugged her exquisite figure, the long skirt trailing elegantly on the floor.
Tall and graceful, her platinum-blonde hair cascaded down, framing the familiar charming face that took his breath away.
Accustomed to seeing Morgan veiled, Alvin was momentarily stunned by her angelic beauty.
His heart quietly marveled.
To be honest, in his life, he had met many beauties...every girl he's had relationship with, was certainly a beauty that could destroy countries.
But Morgan was really the most special.
So bewitching so irresistible...
Even as his eyes reluctantly moved away from her soul-stirring eyes and charming face and moved down....his heartbeat quickened the same, making him stare blankly at the absolute perfection in front of him.
As expected of a witch... Not only was her magecraft unpredictable, but her figure and appearance were like those of a seductive enchantress...so damn captivating and alluring, yet tinged with an icy aloofness.
The white gown clung to her perfectly proportioned figure, her full, proud chest straining against the fabric, exuding a charm that could make anyone willingly kneel at her feet.
"Have you stared enough?"
Morgan cast a cold glance at the boy, then looked away, before speaking in a sharp tone. "Being allowed to look me in the eye is already an honor...
How dare you keep staring at my face?"
Hearing her words, Alvin obediently lowered his gaze to her feet beneath the hem of her skirt and was mesmerized again.
Under the soft lighting, her fair, delicate feet rested on the floor, her skin crystalline and almost translucent.
Although he didn't have any foot fetish, those were just too stunning.
"..."
The chambers fell silent for a moment.
Morgan took a shallow breath, calming down her beating heart, saying softly.
"I see you really have a death wish."
Sister Morgan seems hard to get along with, but once you know her, she's pretty easy to understand...
Thinking about it, Alvin couldn't help but smile inwardly.
To be honest, it was not difficult to know what kind of woman
Morgan Le Fey was.
She is fiercely dominant on the surface, her words cutting like a sharp blade, but once you grew close to her, her tsundere nature and seemingly sharp-tongued remarks revealed an unexpectedly cute side.
And to him, the person closest to her, it was even more obvious.
After his death she spent years trying to revive him..after seeing him again, she kissed him passionately to tell the whole world that she loved him..she would get jealous of the women around him, the passionate love in her eyes as she looked at him was obvious to the whole world...but she still wouldn't say it.
But it was what made her so damn cute.
To be honest, even though he felt sorry for Artoria, Alvin couldn't shy away from his feelings.
Everyday and night, he felt glad, he had Morgan.
And now that she was upset, he obviously was going to coax his sweetheart.
"Are you still upset?"
Alvin asked.
He was obviously referring to the events of the Holy Grail War.
After all, he had chosen Manaka's side until the end, even though his relationship with the two sisters was the closest.
Even though he had managed to calm down some of her anger, Sister Morgan was a jealous person.
Morgan paused for a moment, then gave him a faint glance. "Not exactly upset. You already explained yourself back at the Clock Tower."
"I'm just a little annoyed, that's all."
In the end, she added, as Alvin fell silent for a moment before saying.
"I'm sorry... If there's anything I can do to make up for it, I'll do my best to satisfy you."
He said this, but in fact, there wasn't much he could do to make amends.
After all, he had chosen others over her twice in a row.
Though there were many reasons, a naughty child deserved punishment, didn't they?
...Punishment?