"How strange, where did he go?"
In ancient Britain, at this moment, King Arthur's aide (secretary, deputy whatever...) was walking through the gardens, her eyes scanning everywhere, filled with confusion.
Not long ago, she had received the king's order to bring Alvin to the King's Hall... Yet from then until now, nearly half an hour had passed, and in this vast palace, she hadn't caught a glimpse of him.
He had just transmigrated back not long ago, if not in the palace, where could he be?
"Have you seen the king's other aide?"
Spotting a patrolling knight, the aide immediately stopped him and asked.
The knight patrolling the gardens paused, then quickly recalled something, pointing toward a direction not far behind. "Not long ago, he seemed to have been summoned by Princess Morgan to the palace.
They appeared to be discussing something important."
Princess Morgan...?
The aide's heart sank.
She knew the king and that witch had reconciled, but Alvin was still someone by King Arthur's side.
...What did summoning him to her chambers mean?
—Poaching.
That was the first thought that popped into the aide's mind.
After all, Princess Morgan was extremely dangerous.
Calling Alvin over on his first day back in ancient Britain could only be to win him over.
As for the reason... she wasn't sure, but she had to check it out anyway.
With that in mind, she hurriedly thanked the knight and headed toward Morgan's chambers.
Passing through a garden blooming with a thousand colors, crossing a pavilion, the aide soon arrived at a towering palace gate.
Knights in silver-white armor stood silently at the door, gripping their sword hilts, effectively sealing the entrance.
Before the aide could speak, the woman deep in the chambers seemed to sense something and said lazily. "Someone from King Arthur's side...? Let her in."
The silver knights each stepped aside, making way.
The deputy held her breath, gathered her courage, and entered the chambers.
She followed a long corridor, unknowingly arriving at the inner room.
Head slightly bowed, demeanor respectful, tone neither servile nor overbearing. "Princess Morgan."
As she spoke, the aide kept her head down, but she vaguely sensed some movement ahead.
Although she really wanted to look up and see what the British witch had called Alvin over for, her status held her back from indulging that curiosity.
"You're from King Arthur's side..."
A woman's lazy voice came from the bed. The curtains around the bed were hung low, and only the curves of a graceful and beautiful figure could be vaguely seen.
Hm..the heart was full and upright, but it was still difficult to get a glimpse of its shape.
The young man was nestled in her embrace, one hand on her curvaceous waist, his nose filled with her faint, elegant fragrance.
Morgan gazed tenderly at the young man in her arms, her eyes shimmering with a moist glow.
The lingering moisture on her feet glistened, making them look even more attractive as a flush still lingered on her face, her lazy voice laced with a hint of allure. "What is it?"
That soft, textured, melodious voice could make anyone's heart race, not just men's, but women's too.
The aide felt her mind wander for a moment, steadying herself before saying. "The king asked me to summon Mr. Alvin to the King's Hall."
She paused slightly. "I heard he was here with you..."
By the end, she couldn't help but steal a quick glance upward.
And that brief peek left even this aide, who had seen countless storms, stunned.
On the bed ahead, sheer veils hung from the four corners, and the seductive enchantress lay sideways, one hand propping her chin, peering through the gauze at the visitor outside.
Even through the thin veil, one could vaguely make out just how heart-stirringly perfect this woman's figure was.
"There's no one else here."
Morgan glanced at the boy behind her, saying flatly.
The aide snapped back to reality, instinctively replying: "But.."
"Looks like you don't quite believe what I said?" Morgan glanced lightly at the boy behind her, her lips curving into a playful arc: "Why not come over and check for yourself?"
Hearing her worcs, Alvin's eyelids twitched heavily.
Does this woman have some weird fetish, or is sharing peace with Lily too boring, so she has to add some fun?
But soon, it was obvious that, when it came to reading people, Alvin was no match for Morgan.
She was the one better at manipulating hearts.
Hearing Morgan's "invitation," the aide's face changed slightly, and she quickly bowed her head.
"I'm very sorry for disturbing your rest."
"No matter, go look elsewhere. He... mm~"
Her voice paused softly, and Morgan shot a charming glare at Alvin behind her.
Feeling the boy's hands slide upward along her waist, her eyes gradually softened.
"Anyway, he's not here~"
...
After the bewildered aide left, a moment passed before Morgan's clear, melodic voice rang out again in the room. "Were you trying to get us killed just now?"
"If we're discovered... both our reputations would be ruined, you know?"
Only the Knights of the Round Table knew about Alvin and Morgan's relationship, and they had all kept the secret.
But if an outsider found out...
"The kind of person who stays by Lily's side wouldn't lack that much discernment...
Besides, even if exposed, there wouldn't be any negative rumors."
Alvin paused for a moment, before continuing: "After all, to her, I'm just a student from the Clock Tower."
Even if King Arthur's aide approached and saw Alvin with Morgan, she'd only be shocked that Britain's witch had bedded a transmigrator from the Clock Tower, and wouldn't connect Alvin to the White Dragon.
Morgan clearly realized this too and rolled her eyes at the boy. "If we really get found out, wouldn't it make me seem like I have a thing for younger guys?"
But speaking of which... watching this boy, far "weaker" than herself, in her arms always brought an indescribable sense of pleasure.
If she had to say, she did kind of have a thing for younger guys, didn't she?
Of course..he's the only one.
At this thought, a faint smile tugged at Morgan's lips.
Just then, a pair of hands suddenly moved upward from behind along her waist.
Feeling the warmth of the boy hugging her tightly, Morgan's body trembled slightly, but she only gave him a seductive glare without pushing him away.
.
.
.
.
Three hours later.
On the floor lay an ornate white gown and a black cloak, with scattered shoes and socks.
Morgan, draped in a bathrobe, pushed open the window, letting the evening breeze rush in.
Her platinum hair danced wildly in the wind, lifting her collar and accentuating her full, rounded chest as she gazed at the sunset's glow outside, her mind flashing through the events of this time, feeling a profound sense of daze.
From initially sealing her heart in seclusion to revive Alvin, to reuniting with him later, the rivalry between sisters, and finally the sentiment of setting aside grudges.
In fact, whether King Arthur or Morgan, they just needed a trigger.
Both sisters were too sharp-edged; they weren't without feelings for each other, but needed someone in between as a bridge—a step to reconciliation.
The sisters' past enmity stemmed partly from Uther's favoritism and partly from Alvin.
Now with Alvin as the mediator, they could naturally make peace.
But—
Making peace ≠ not stealing the man.
To Morgan, both Alvin and Artoria were just children in her eyes.
When Alvin drew the sword from the stone in Artoria's place, she had watched it all from an elder's perspective, never imagining one day she'd actively seduce him and share a bed with him.
"Sister Morgan, Lily might have some important business. Should I go check?"
Alvin's voice came from behind.
Morgan was about to speak when the young mab hugged her from behind, his warm breath making her already softened body stiffen.
In the end, she used magic to separate herself from Alvin, maintaining her usual cool tone. "Go if you want... We're not lovers. Why bother asking my opinion?"
'Although you said that, but if I just up and leave without a word, you'll get jealous later... Alvin said helplessly.
"We kind of are lovers... I still want to hear your thoughts."
He knew Morgan was a queen used to dominance; this "consultative" approach was a signal: You're in charge, I'll listen to you.
Morgan glanced sideways at Alvin, saying faintly. "Go ahead. If there's any issue, come find me later."
Seeing Alvin nod, she closed the window.
Thanks to the White Dragon's core granting him immense stamina, he remained energetic even after, quickly leaving the chambers.
Weaving through the palace paths, heading toward the King's Hall in good spirits.
"I wonder when they'll fully set aside their grudges and join hands for the future..."
On the way to the King's Hall, Alvin suddenly thought of this out of nowhere.
The sisters both loved and hated each other, especially Morgan... She was a total stan for the king.
Morgan was like some modern-day trolls: I can badmouth my idol, but no one else is allowed to touch her, if they do, she'll lose it.
Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but look forward to the day the sisters fully reconciled.
The King's Hall ahead gradually came into view, and Alvin soon arrived at the entrance, having a guard announce him while he waited outside.
Moments later, the guard returned. "The king says you may enter now."
Entering the King's Hall, he soon saw the golden-haired Knight King.
"Just came from Sister's place?"
Artoria didn't look up but asked faintly as Alvin approached.
The words he was about to say stuck in his throat, and Alvin felt his brain short-circuit for a moment.
"I just sent Ariel to find you, but she hasn't returned yet... The palace isn't that big, and there aren't many places you could go, so I figured you went to Sister's, right?"
Artoria's expression showed no change as she spoke in a casual tone. "As for the reason... It should be related to the recent Holy Grail War, correct?"
"You went to comfort her first?"
Alvin's body stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed.
"Lily, Sister Morgan's personality is different from yours, she..."
Before Alvin could finish, Artoria interrupted softly. "Alvin, you don't need to explain so much."
"Sister is a very petty woman. I'm different, because I'm king, a king possesses a heart that can embrace everything... So even without you saying, I know what to do."
Hearing this, Alvin fell silent, feeling a twinge of guilt.
He hadn't expected Artoria to have such awareness; knowing he went to Morgan first, she could still say such considerate words...
"Explaining to her first was the right choice... Sister isn't like me; she's someone who's severely lacking in love."
Artoria continued.
Though rumors said King Arthur didn't understand people's hearts, the past Artoria had grown up surrounded by care.
Her brother, uncle, even Merlin and others had all doted on her immensely.
But Morgan le Fay...
From the start, she had been alone. Even the homunculus children she later created leaned toward King Arthur, not Morgan.
At this, Artoria's tone shifted, softening a bit. "But even so, I'll still feel a little unhappy about it."
She stood and walked to Alvin, the evening sunset casting her tall, graceful figure in a particularly beautiful light.
Her crisp, mature voice carried a hint of amusement. "After all, no matter what, you're my person..."
This was likely the first time the Knight King had ever said something akin to claiming ownership.
Alvin was silent for a long time before murmuring. "Sorry..."
"No need to apologize. If anything, this should be a private grudge between King's Sister and me, yet you got dragged into it... Otherwise, she wouldn't have actively seduced you back then."
Artoria said softly.
'Can we not bring that up... Sensing Artoria's tone turning off when mentioning it, Alvin knew she hadn't fully let it go.
After all, back then, her "fiancé" had been seduced into bed by her sister.
He coughed lightly. "This is something between the three of us... By the way, any activity from the transmigrators today?"
Knowing he was deliberately changing the subject, Artoria didn't call him out, saying faintly. "With the Clock Tower's assistance, the transmigrators haven't caused any disturbances this time."
In previous returns to ancient Britain, reports of transmigrator incidents came from everywhere.
Some soul-transmigrators had even caused considerable trouble for Britain.
But now, cooperation between both sides was the trend, so even if some transmigrators had ideas, they wouldn't dare surface now.
Artoria continued.
"However, there was a strange report from the royal city just now."
"What report?"
Alvin asked instinctively.
"It's a church, a small one that rose up not long ago."
Artoria looked up at Alvin. "According to Agravain's patrol report, the deity this church worships seems to be a... Bodhisattva."