[Camelot Palace]
[The King's Hall]
Artoria slowly opened her eyes in front of a simple yet elegant desk.
She looked down at her hands, then glanced around at the surroundings, quickly arriving at a conclusion.
'It looks like I've already returned from the "present world," haven't I?'
Although she had heard all kinds of things about transmigration from various transmigrators in the past, no matter how many times she heard about it, it still didn't compare to experiencing it firsthand.
After the countdown to transmigration ends, the system sends a person to the corresponding location in a way that's hard to understand. Once the countdown finishes, they return to their original world.
'So this is how transmigration works,' Artoria thought to herself, and then quickly remembered another very important matter.
She turned her head to look at her adjutant beside her, "Have you seen Princess Morgan?"
"Princess Morgan should still be in her own chamber. Does Your Majesty have any instructions? Or should I have someone invite her over?"
The adjutant replied respectfully.
"No need, I was just asking casually."
Artoria shook her head, "Where is Alvin right now?"
Ever since returning to ancient Britain, she hadn't seen any trace of him… who knows what that guy was up to.
With his personality, he should at least come and give her some kind of explanation about what happened during the Holy Grail War, right?
"Not long ago, a guest came to visit the palace. Perhaps he's still busy with that matter?"
As the adjutant spoke, she couldn't help but secretly take another look at this noble and beautiful King Arthur.
After returning to Britain, Artoria was still wearing that silver armor, her smooth golden hair simply tied up, a crown symbolizing the king resting on her head.
Her face was dignified and stunning, her eyes cool and clear. Sitting there in quiet thought, she seemed slightly absent-minded.
Even after serving by King Arthur's side for many years, sometimes the adjutant still felt she couldn't quite understand their king. In the past, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had sealed off her heart completely… yet ever since that boy appeared, the king seemed to have gradually begun to change.
'This could be considered a good thing… right?'
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The blonde Knight King lightly tapped her fingers against the desk. Though her expression remained calm, there was dissatisfaction in her heart.
This time, when she became a transmigrator and appeared in Fuyuki, she had thought it would be her victory, but who would have expected that she wasn't the only transmigrator.
Morgan le Fay was also one of them.
And… when she temporarily set aside her prejudices and accepted her Big Sis's summoning, planning to give Alvin a surprise, he had given her a surprise as well.
To be precise, multiple surprises.
Between the two sisters and Sajyou Manaka, Alvin had chosen Sajyou Manaka twice in a row.
Even though she tried to act like nothing had happened, after returning to ancient Britain, the more Artoria thought about it, the more irritated she became.
Finally, her fingers stopped tapping on the desk as she looked at her adjutant, "Go and bring him here. I want to have a talk with him."
In the past, the adjutant might have grown suspicious again at this point.
After all, no matter how outstanding Alvin was, he shouldn't have been someone the king would constantly think about.
But now, she had already accepted the possibility that the king might have... certain preferences. As long as it didn't affect the country, indulging a bit in beauty to relax was acceptable. As an adjutant, she should understand and respect it.
Thinking this, the adjutant maintained a steady mindset, bowed respectfully, and said, "Yes."
———
"Strange, where did he go?"
In ancient Britain, at this moment, the King Arthur's adjutant was walking through the garden, her gaze sweeping around, filled with confusion.
Not long ago, she had received the king's order to bring Alvin to the King's Hall, yet nearly half an hour had passed, and in this vast palace, she hadn't seen any sign of him at all.
He had just returned from transmigration not long ago. If he wasn't in the palace, where else could he be?
"Have you seen the king's other adjutant?"
Seeing a patrolling knight pass by, the adjutant immediately stopped him to ask.
The knight in charge of patrolling the garden paused for a moment, then quickly recalled something and pointed to a direction not far behind him, "Not long ago, it seemed he was summoned to the palace by Her Highness Morgan, to discuss something important."
'Her Highness Morgan?'
The adjutant's heart sank.
She did know that the king and that witch had reconciled, but one thing had to be clear, Alvin belonged to King Arthur's side.
So what did it mean for her to summon him to her chamber?
'Affair?'
That was the first thought that appeared in the adjutant's mind.
Princess Morgan was extremely dangerous. Calling Alvin over for a meeting on the very first day he returned to ancient Britain could only mean she intended to win him over.
As for the reason… it wasn't clear, but in any case, she had to go take a look.
With that thought, the adjutant hurriedly thanked the patrolling knight and headed toward Morgan's chamber.
Passing through a vibrant garden in full bloom, crossing a pavilion, she soon arrived at a towering palace gate.
Knights clad in silver armor stood silently at the entrance, their hands gripping their sword hilts, completely blocking the door.
Before the adjutant could speak, the woman deep within the chamber seemed to sense something and said in a lazy tone, "Someone from King Arthur's side… let her in."
The silver knights each stepped aside, making space.
The adjutant held her breath, gathered her courage, and stepped into the chamber.
Following a long corridor, she unconsciously reached the inner room of the chamber.
With her head slightly lowered, her posture respectful and her tone steady, she said, "Your Highness Morgan."
As she spoke, the adjutant kept her head down, but she could vaguely sense some movement ahead.
Although she very much wanted to look up and see what exactly the witch of Britain had summoned Alvin for, due to her status, she restrained her curiosity.
"You're someone from King Arthur's side, aren't you?"
A lazy female voice came from the bed. Curtains hung low around it, and only a faint outline of a graceful, alluring figure could be seen. Her chest was full and upright, but her full appearance remained hidden.
The boy was nestled right in her arms, one hand resting on the woman's slender, curving waist, his nose filled with her faint, pleasant fragrance.
Morgan gazed gently at the boy in her arms, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a moist glow.
A trace of flushed redness still lingered on her face, and within her languid voice was a hint of seductive charm, "What is it?"
That soft, textured, pleasant voice, let alone men, even a woman would feel her heartbeat quicken upon hearing it.
The adjutant felt momentarily dazed, then steadied herself and said, "His Majesty has sent me to invite Mr. Alvin to the King's Hall."
She paused slightly, "I heard he was here…"
As she spoke the last part, she couldn't help but sneak a glance upward.
And that brief glance caused even this adjutant, who had seen countless storms, to freeze for a moment.
On the bed ahead, thin, gauzy curtains hung down from all four corners. The seductive and alluring beauty reclined on the bed, one hand supporting her chin, looking at the visitor through the veil.
Even through the thin curtain, one could vaguely make out just how breathtaking her figure was.
"There's no one else here."
Morgan glanced at the boy behind her and said calmly.
The adjutant came back to her senses, "But…"
"It seems you don't quite believe what I say?"
Morgan lightly glanced at the boy behind her, a playful curve forming on her red lips, "Why don't you come over and check for yourself?"
Alvin's eyelid twitched sharply.
'Does this woman have some strange hobby, or does she just find peace with Lily too boring and need to stir up some fun?'
But clearly, when it came to reading people, Alvin was no match for Morgan.
He was better at manipulating hearts.
Hearing Morgan's "invitation," the adjutant's expression changed slightly, and she quickly lowered her head, "My apologies for disturbing your rest."
"It's fine. Go look somewhere else, he… mm—"
Her voice suddenly paused softly. Morgan quickly shot Alvin behind her a charming glare, and as she felt the boy's hands moving upward along her waist, her gaze gradually softened.
"In any case, he's not here~"
———
After the bewildered adjutant left, some time passed before Morgan's crisp, gentle voice sounded again in the room.
"Were you trying to get yourself killed just now?"
"If we were discovered… both of our reputations would be affected."
The only people who knew about Alvin and Morgan's relationship were the Knights of the Round Table, and they had all kept the secret.
But if outsiders found out…
"Anyone who can stay by Lily's side won't lack that bit of discernment. Besides, even if it were exposed, there wouldn't be any bad rumors."
Alvin paused, then continued, "After all, to her, I'm just a student from the Clock Tower."
Even if the adjutant had gotten a clear look at Alvin and Morgan just now, she would only be shocked that the great witch of Britain had slept with a transmigrator from the Clock Tower. She wouldn't connect Alvin with the White Dragon.
Morgan clearly understood this as well and couldn't help but roll her eyes at the boy, "If we really were discovered, wouldn't it make it seem like I'm into younger men?"
But thinking about it, every time she looked at this boy, so much more "fragile" than herself, lying in her arms, there was always an indescribable sense of pleasure that rose within her.
If she had to say it, she really did count as someone who liked younger men, didn't she?
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Morgan's lips.
At that moment, a pair of hands suddenly moved up along her waist from behind. Feeling the warmth from the boy hugging her tightly, Morgan's body trembled slightly, but she only cast him a charming glance and didn't push him away.
———
Three hours later—
On the ground lay a luxurious white dress and a black garment, along with scattered shoes and stockings.
Morgan, draped in a bath cloth, pushed open the window, letting the evening breeze pour into the room. Her platinum-blonde hair fluttered wildly in the wind, lifting her collar and accentuating her full, firm chest.
She looked out at the sunset, and as memories of everything that had happened during this time flashed through her mind, she felt a deep sense of disorientation.
From the beginning, when she shut herself away to revive Alvin, to meeting him again later, to the conflict between the sisters, and finally to the relief of letting go of past grievances.
In truth, whether it was King Arthur or Morgan, they both just needed an opportunity. The two sisters were both too sharp. It wasn't that they lacked feelings for each other. They simply needed someone in between as a link. To put it plainly, they needed a step to come down from.
Their past enmity was partly because of King Uther's favoritism, and partly because of Alvin. Now, with Alvin acting as the intermediary, reconciliation naturally became possible.
But, reconciliation does not equal to not stealing the man.
To Morgan, both Alvin and Artoria were just children in her eyes.
Back then, when Alvin pulled out the sword in the stone in Artoria's place, she had watched it all as an elder. At the time, she could never have imagined that one day she would take the initiative to seduce this child and share a bed with him.
"Big Sis, maybe Lily has something important. Should I go take a look?"
Alvin's voice came from behind.
Morgan was about to speak when the boy hugged her from behind. The warmth made her already softened body stiffen slightly. She used magic to separate herself from Alvin, returning to her usual cold tone.
"If you want to go, then go… we're not in a relationship, so why bother asking for my opinion?"
'That's what you say, but if I leave without saying anything, you'll probably get jealous again,' Alvin said helplessly, "We can be considered in a relationship… I still want to ask your opinion."
He knew Morgan was a queen used to being dominant. This kind of "consultative" question was, in itself, a signal, your word is final, I'll listen to you.
Morgan glanced sideways at him and said indifferently, "Go ahead. If anything comes up, come find me."
Seeing Alvin nod in agreement, Morgan closed the window.
———
Because the White Dragon's core had given Alvin extremely strong physical stamina, even after everything, he was still full of energy. He soon left the chamber.
Walking along the palace paths, he headed toward the King's Hall in a good mood.
"I wonder when they'll finally let go of their grievances completely and move forward together…"
As he walked, that thought suddenly crossed Alvin's mind.
The two sisters both loved and hated each other, especially Morgan… she was practically a devoted fan of the king.
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