Morgan was a lot like some of those modern-day haters. She could trash her own idol all she wanted, but no one else was allowed to touch her. The moment anyone did, she'd lose it.
Thinking of that, Alvin couldn't help but look forward a little to the day the sisters would completely let go of their past grievances.
Up ahead, the King's Hall gradually came into view. Alvin quickly arrived at the entrance, asked a guard to go in and report his arrival, and then waited by the door.
A moment later, the guard came out and said, "The King requests your presence now."
Stepping into the King's Hall, he soon saw the blonde Knight King.
"Just came from big sis's place?"
Artoria didn't even lift her head, yet the moment Alvin walked in, she spoke in a calm voice.
The words Alvin had been about to say stalled abruptly. For a moment, it felt like his brain short-circuited.
"I had Ariel go find you just now, but she still hasn't returned. The palace isn't that big, and there aren't many places you could go, so I figured you probably went to my sister."
There was no visible change in Artoria's expression. She spoke casually, "As for the reason… it should be related to the Holy Grail War from not long ago, right?"
"You went to comfort her first?"
Alvin's body stiffened, then gradually relaxed.
"Lily, your sister's personality isn't the same as yours. She—"
Before he could finish, Artoria gently interrupted him, "Alvin, you don't need to explain so much."
"My sister is a very petty woman. I'm different from her, because I am the King. A king must have the heart to accept everything… so even if you don't say it, I know what to do."
Alvin fell silent, guilt rising in his chest.
He hadn't expected Artoria to have this kind of awareness. Even knowing he had gone to Morgan first, she could still say something so considerate.
"Explaining things to her first was the right choice… My sister is not like me. She's someone who deeply lacks love," Artoria continued.
Although people outside often said King Arthur didn't understand human hearts, the truth was that Artoria had grown up surrounded by care.
Her elder brother, her uncle, even Merlin, all of them had shown her immense concern.
As for Morgan le Fay, from the very beginning, she had been alone. Even the artificial children she later created were inclined toward King Arthur rather than Morgan herself.
At this point, Artoria's tone shifted slightly, softening a little, "Even so, I would still feel a bit unhappy."
She stood up and walked to Alvin. The evening sunlight cast a warm glow over her tall, graceful figure, making her look especially beautiful. In her crisp, mature voice, there was a faint trace of a smile.
"After all, no matter what, you are still my man."
This was likely the first time this Knight King had ever said something that sounded so close to staking a claim.
Alvin stayed silent for a long while, then said quietly, "Sorry…"
"No need to apologize. If anything, this was originally a personal grievance between me and my sister, yet you got dragged into it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to seduce you back then," Artoria said faintly.
'Can we not bring that up?', Seeing the slight shift in her tone when she mentioned it, Alvin knew she still hadn't fully let it go.
After all, back then, he had still been her 'fiancé,' yet he ended up in bed with her sister.
He cleared his throat lightly, "This is something involving all three of us. By the way, has there been any movement from the Transmigrator side today?"
Even though it was obvious he was changing the subject on purpose, Artoria didn't call him out on it. She simply said, "With the Clock Tower's assistance, there hasn't been any unrest from the Transmigrators this time."
In the past few returns to ancient Britain, there would always be incidents caused by Transmigrators across various regions.
Some of them had even arrived through 'soul transmigration,' which brought considerable trouble to Britain.
But now, cooperation between the two sides was the general trend. Even if some Transmigrators had their own thoughts, they wouldn't dare to show themselves at a time like this.
Artoria continued, "However, there was a rather strange piece of news from the royal city just now."
"What kind of news?", Alvin asked instinctively.
"A church. A small one that only emerged recently."
Artoria raised her head and looked at him, "According to Agravain's report after his inspection, that church seems to worship a…Bodhisattva?"
'A Bodhisattva?'
Hearing Artoria's words, Alvin's first reaction was confusion.
After all, this was ancient Britain. Logically speaking, these people shouldn't understand such concepts, nor should they have such beliefs.
Unless… someone was preaching to them.
After a brief moment of thought, Alvin immediately reached a conclusion, 'Transmigrators.'
But to establish a small church on the very day of transmigration, this person clearly had some real ability. At the very least, they had talent for playing a prophet.
Alvin thought for a moment and said, "How about I go take a look?"
If the Knights of the Round Table from the palace were sent to investigate, it might alert the target.
But Alvin was different. He was both a native of ancient Britain and a 'Transmigrator,' and his harmless-looking youthful appearance was quite deceptive.
Artoria raised an eyebrow slightly, studying him carefully for a few moments before frowning, "Better not. What if something happens."
"You think I'd be in danger?", Alvin asked with a smile.
Back in the modern world, due to the decline of magical energy, the White Dragon couldn't display its full power. But in this era, even at the end of the Age of Gods, it still possessed absolute top-tier strength.
"Don't worry. If there really is danger, I'm confident I can get out."
Seeing her hesitation, Alvin spoke gently, "Since I'm your deputy now, I want to help you to some extent."
"Alvin, I know you're very confident in yourself, but this era is different from the past."
Artoria looked directly into his eyes, her tone unusually serious.
She was worried he might be too careless and suffer for it.
In ancient Britain, there were only a handful who could truly match the White Dragon.
King Arthur, Morgan, Merlin… at most, add Lancelot.
But, this was no longer ordinary Britain.
Now, a large number of Transmigrators had appeared in this world, and among them were even Beasts. If those were included, the potential dangers of this era were far too many.
After all, even Tiamat could become a Transmigrator. No one knew if other Beasts had done the same, lurking in the shadows and preparing something.
Not every Beast was as naive as the Mother Goddess of Creation, who only thought about eating and her children all day.
Most Beasts, even if not outright malicious, were at least existences that could bring trouble to this era and to human order.
Alvin clearly understood what she was worried about. He smiled, "You're concerned there might be other Beasts in the royal city?"
Artoria neither confirmed nor denied it. She simply nodded lightly, "If you run into a Beast… do you have a chance of winning?"
"Hard to say. It depends on what kind of Beast it is."
After thinking for a moment, Alvin said, "If it's on Tiamat's level… no one would stand a chance."
There was no exaggeration in that statement. Among the Beasts he knew, the most troublesome and terrifying one was that woman who looked harmless and easy to fool.
If Tiamat truly went berserk, no one in this world could stop her… Alvin had always believed that.
Artoria showed a thoughtful expression.
Alvin remained silent at the right moment, giving her time to think.
What he said just now was also a reminder to her. No matter what, Tiamat's 'safety' had to be ensured. At the very least, no one should disturb her peace.
After a brief silence, Artoria suddenly spoke again, "If it's another Beast, are you confident you can win?"
"That depends… but in most cases, I would."
A confident smile appeared on Alvin's face.
Perhaps it was his certainty that finally made Artoria nod, "Be careful when you go."
Alvin gave a slight nod and reassured her, "This is the royal city. Even if there are enemies, they wouldn't act openly. Besides, I'm just going to investigate that small church you mentioned, not actually pick a fight."
After their brief exchange, he quickly left the King's Hall, mounted his horse, and departed the palace.
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The royal city now was different from before. With the influx of Transmigrators, it had become quite lively. New shops could be seen lining both sides of the streets.
"Apples! Fresh apples!"
Just after entering the city, Alvin glanced around and could faintly hear a vendor calling out.
Amid the bustling crowd, he saw quite a few passersby carrying swords.
Back when Transmigrators had first appeared, Britain had very strict control over cold weapons. Aside from palace personnel, no one was allowed to carry weapons in the streets.
But after cooperation began, Artoria clearly understood that suppression wasn't the answer, so she lifted restrictions for certain groups.
A special force that had emerged during the last transmigration: mercenary groups.
"Some Transmigrators probably already treat this like a game… Give it some time, and there might even be something like an adventurers' guild," Alvin muttered to himself.
His gaze swept the surroundings. Investigating a newly emerged church might have been difficult in his original world.
But here, the concept of a 'church' didn't even exist. The appearance of such a force meant that these mercenary groups would definitely have some idea about it.
Starting the investigation from them was the most reasonable approach.
That had been Alvin's plan. But just then, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly sensed a gaze.
He immediately followed it.
The sun was setting. At the entrance of a dim alley stood a woman dressed in a nun's habit, a white veil covering her head. She carried an air of restraint, yet she was smiling at him.
Her pale golden eyes seemed to hold a kind of gentle compassion for all living beings, radiating a sacred aura.
And yet, beneath her skirt, a pair of long, fair legs was exposed. White stockings outlined a perfect, enticing absolute domain.
Her hands were folded in front of her as she walked toward him with light, graceful steps. Her gaze toward the boy was soft.
Only then did Alvin notice that although she wore a nun's habit, her appearance was subtly different from a normal nun. And there was a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her somewhere in his previous life.
"Judging by your look, you must be someone lost on the path of life, right? What a pitiful child. If you don't mind, please come with me."
As Alvin was still stunned, the woman extended her hand toward him.
"…"
He froze for a moment, staring straight at her.
Those golden eyes were filled with tenderness, but the longer he looked, the more it felt like staring into an abyss, as if he might be devoured by her at any moment.
Boom!
Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. His pupils shrank sharply.
'Sessyoin… Kiara?'
The moment he saw the woman before him, Alvin's pupils dilated.
Even though he had already realized, ever since Tiamat appeared, that Beasts could also become 'Transmigrators,' he still felt an overwhelming sense of disbelief.
As for Sessyoin Kiara, he didn't actually know much about her, but he was aware that she was one of the Beasts.
She was a saint by nature, and she loved everything in the world equally.
The only question was, which 'timeline' version of her was this woman?
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