"Do you have a way?"
Alvin shook his head, "I'm not an expert in this area, but there might be a place that can solve the curse inside your body… after you return to Fuyuki, you can consider going there."
"After all, that place can be considered the pinnacle of the Mage's Association."
Tohsaka Tokiomi's eyes flickered, and he quickly thought of something, saying softly, "Could the place you're referring to be… the Clock Tower?"
———
It was a very unfamiliar place. Without a doubt, it absolutely did not belong to any part of the modern world.
Although the architecture was filled with an English style, it looked more like some country from ancient times.
White city walls tower high, and in the distance, you can vaguely see a corner of what seems to be the royal palace of ancient Britain. Beneath the sky, it shone like the sun, grand and magnificent, faintly glowing with a sacred light.
Not far away, knights riding warhorses occasionally patrolled the streets, the clashing of their armor rang out with a sharp, chilling force.
A woman dressed in a nun's habit, with a graceful and alluring figure, held her breath as she stared at the countdown timer appearing before her eyes.
Then, an extremely bold thought surfaced in her mind.
Back when she was preaching, a believer had once mentioned something about "transmigrators."
And the destination of that transmigration was the end of the Age of Gods, ancient Britain.
'Could it be… I've transmigrated too?'
After realizing this, following a brief moment of shock, a sweet smile quickly appeared on the woman's face.
"Hehehe… how interesting."
"Ancient kingdom at the end of the Age of Gods. I hope you can bring me a bit of surprise."
The woman stepped forward with elegant strides, walking step by step toward the gates of this grand and ancient royal city.
———
Inside the reception hall, the atmosphere was somewhat quiet.
Tohsaka Tokiomi's gaze flickered slightly, as if weighing the suggestion Alvin had just given.
The Clock Tower, he had indeed heard a little about this organization.
It was one of the Mage Associations, with a long history, and its foundation was naturally far beyond what local families in Fuyuki could compare to.
Moreover, the priest of the Holy Church… that is, Kotomine Kirei's father, just happened to know a certain Lord at the Clock Tower. If he were to speak up, entering the Clock Tower to recuperate would not be difficult.
With that in mind, Tokiomi immediately expressed his sincere thanks, "Thank you for your guidance."
"No need to thank me yet. Whether it works or not is still uncertain… and I haven't really helped you much."
After saying that, Alvin casually handed a piece of black, tattered cloth to Tokiomi.
"This is?"
Tokiomi was slightly stunned.
"Isn't this the purpose of your trip?"
Alvin said, "To summon a certain Servant, you need an item they carried while alive. The thing in my hand right now is exactly what you need."
Tokiomi froze for a moment, and then a surge of joy rose from deep within him.
He had descended into ancient Britain in his physical body, so he naturally understood one thing. Any item on Alvin's person, even just a scrap of torn cloth, could serve as a catalyst for summoning a Heroic Spirit in the future modern world.
Watching Tokiomi subconsciously grip the cloth tightly, his fingers trembling slightly from excitement, Alvin continued, "If I really accept a summoning in the future, I have one request."
"Please, go ahead," Tokiomi said.
Alvin stared into Tokiomi's eyes and said, "In the next Holy Grail War, after victory, I want the right to use the Greater Grail."
Planning how to use the Greater Grail before the war had even begun, for anyone else, Tokiomi would have felt some disdain at this moment.
But he had personally witnessed the battle between the White Dragon and the King of Heroes, and he had absolute confidence in the strength of the White Dragon of Britain before him.
He immediately nodded in agreement, "That is only natural."
Alvin continued, "The second condition, before you go to the Clock Tower to recuperate, spend some proper time with your two daughters."
Tokiomi was slightly taken aback.
If he could understand the first condition, then the second one left him somewhat puzzled.
'Why would this White Dragon bother with something like that?'
But after thinking about it carefully, the White Dragon had once saved his daughter. Perhaps it was because of that connection that he accepted his invitation?
Tokiomi quickly gathered his thoughts, expressed his thanks once again respectfully, and then left the hall.
After watching the man leave, Alvin withdrew his gaze, casually opened his personal interface, and stared at the CG page on the second tab, falling into deep thought.
At present, his CG collection had already reached as high as 90%. Even for any game, this was already a very high value.
But now the problem was, where exactly were the remaining 10% of CGs?
'Could it be that they are all hidden in the Fifth Holy Grail War?'
"No, I need to find some time to go see Lily again… maybe there are still CGs I haven't uncovered."
Although he thought so, Alvin still suppressed the impulse to go see Artoria today.
For one thing, she had just taken a loss in the Holy Grail War not long ago. Given her personality, she would definitely be in a bad mood right now… going to see her at this time would just be asking for trouble.
For another, this was only the first day since transmigration. It was still unclear whether more transmigrators had appeared in ancient Britain. Artoria was probably very busy lately, so there was no need to disturb her.
———
After leaving the reception hall, he thought for a moment and headed along a small path toward Morgan's sleeping palace.
Perhaps because Morgan had given prior instructions, the patrolling knights did not stop him at all, and Alvin made his way smoothly to the chamber.
The room was filled with a captivating fragrance. In front of the snow-white bed, curtains hung low.
When she sensed approaching footsteps, Morgan slowly opened her eyes.
The moment she opened them, her first reaction was not to get dressed, but to gather pitch-black, profound magical energy in her hand.
The magic turned into countless shadows that shot toward the doorway.
"Big Sis, it's me."
Only after the boy's voice sounded did the shadows, which had seemed ready to devour everything, quietly withdraw.
"You still dare to come see me. Aren't you afraid you won't be able to leave this door again?"
A lazy, alluring voice echoed within the chamber.
Immediately after, Morgan walked out from inside, dressed in a white gown that outlined her curving figure, her steps graceful, her long dress trailing behind her.
The woman was tall, her platinum-blonde hair cascading down, framing a cold and stunningly beautiful face. Used to seeing Morgan veiled, Alvin couldn't help but be struck when he saw her angel-like beauty now.
Then, inwardly, he quickly praised her.
As expected of a witch… not only her ever-changing magic, but even her figure and appearance were like that of a temptress, charming and seductive, yet carrying a trace of cool detachment.
The white gown wrapped around her perfectly proportioned body, her full, firm chest pressing against the fabric, her entire being exuding a unique charm that could make one willingly kneel at her feet.
"Have you looked enough?"
Morgan glanced at the boy coldly, then shifted her gaze away, her tone filled with displeasure, "Being allowed to stand on equal footing with me is already your privilege… how dare you keep staring at my face?"
Alvin obediently lowered his head and looked at the woman's feet beneath her skirt.
Under the hem, a pair of fair, delicate feet rested on the floor. Under the soft light, her skin appeared pale and luminous, almost translucent.
"..."
The chamber fell silent for a moment. Morgan took a light breath and said quietly, "I think you really don't want to live anymore."
'She seems hard to get along with, but once you get familiar with her, she's actually pretty easy to understand,' Alvin couldn't help but smile inwardly.
Morgan was that kind of woman. Though she appeared extremely domineering on the surface, even her tone as sharp as a blade, once you got close to her, you would find that her tsundere nature and even her seemingly harsh words were actually quite endearing.
"Are you still angry?", Alvin asked.
He was referring to what happened during the Holy Grail War.
Morgan was slightly stunned at first, then glanced at Alvin indifferently and said, "I wouldn't say I'm angry. You already explained yourself when we were at the Clock Tower."
"I'm just a little displeased," Morgan added.
Alvin was silent for a moment, "Sorry… if there's anything I can do to make it up to you, I'll try my best to satisfy it."
That's what he said, but in reality, there wasn't much he could do to make up for it.
After all, he had chosen others twice in a row. Even if there were reasons, a bad child should still be punished, right?
Punishment?
When this word flashed through her mind, Morgan hesitated for a moment, then as if recalling something interesting, a charming smile curved at the corners of her lips.
The woman narrowed her eyes, looking at Alvin with interest. Then she lightly tapped her fingertip against her rosy lips, her gaze soft as she looked at her little lover, smiling sweetly.
"You'll really try your best to satisfy me? Any request I make, you'll obey?"
'Why does her tone feel a bit off?'
Although a vague sense of danger rose in his heart, Alvin still nodded stiffly, "I always keep my word."
"But it can't cross my bottom line."
Afraid that this woman might come up with something excessive, he added another sentence.
"Then lie down."
The cold, emotionless command sounded, making Alvin freeze for a moment.
"What?"
"Didn't you say you'd do anything for me in private?"
The boy's eyes were full of astonishment, while the woman's smile grew even more radiant and enticing.
She pulled Alvin into the inner part of the chamber, her bare feet like snow, as if untouched by any dust.
When she brought him to the window, she pulled out a chair and sat down.
Sunlight from outside fell onto the table, illuminating her cold and exquisite face.
She rested her cheek on one hand, placing her proud chest against the desk, her beautiful eyes examining the boy with interest.
In the end, Alvin was the first to lose his composure and spoke up, "What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Didn't you just say you wanted to make it up to me? Why are you so afraid? Do you think I'm going to eat you?"
Morgan cast him a sideways glance, her eyes carrying a hint of disdain.
"That's not what I mean, it's just…"
Alvin thought to himself, 'Your behavior right now is completely different from usual. Something's definitely off… how can I not be wary?'
But just as that thought passed, Morgan spoke again.
"Then lie down on the ground."
Alvin froze, staring at the alluring, seductive beauty in front of him.
Morgan remained composed, a trace of teasing in her gaze. Her full, beautiful legs were crossed as she sat, gently swaying her fair feet, speaking as if casually.
"Why so shocked? Weren't you staring at my feet just now… this is a chance to satisfy you a little, isn't it?"
She leaned forward, her luscious red lips close to the boy's ear, whispering in an irresistibly seductive voice, letter by letter, "Pervert~"
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