After all, she was still very young at this stage. Entering people's field of view too early might not be a good thing.
Tohsaka Rin hesitated slightly, then said timidly, "About what happened last time… I haven't properly thanked you yet."
Alvin was briefly taken aback, then quickly remembered something and asked in confusion, "You mean the matter with Sessyoin? Didn't I already tell you before, you don't need to take it too seriously."
"But Father said that if you receive help, you must thank who helped you."
The seven-year-old little girl lifted her cute face, her bright, lively eyes staring straight at Alvin as she continued, "And it's not just that one thing you helped me with… there's also the future Holy Grail War."
Alvin raised an eyebrow slightly, walked into the room and poured himself a cup of hot tea, then looked up at Tohsaka Rin.
The two o'clock afternoon sunlight filtered softly through the window, falling onto the girl and giving her fair skin a warm, jade-like glow.
"Tokiomi already explained everything to you?"
Tohsaka Rin nodded lightly, "The matter of the Holy Grail War… I already know."
She hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Alvin with a slightly tsundere look and said, "Do you… do you have any wish you want to fulfill?"
"That's the real reason you wanted to see me, isn't it?", Alvin asked with a smile.
Tohsaka Rin let out an "Mm," "Servants in the Holy Grail War all have some regrets from when they were alive, so they hope to use the Greater Grail to make a wish, I want to know what your wish is."
"You could also say I'm getting an early understanding of the Holy Grail War."
She quickly added another unnecessary explanation.
"My wish?"
Alvin thought for a moment, then soon smiled and said, "Won't you find out later?"
"But 'later' is still a very, very long time away."
According to Tohsaka Tokiomi's estimate, there might still be a full ten years before the next Holy Grail War begins.
Alvin pondered briefly, then said, "Actually, I don't plan to use the Greater Grail to make any wish. If I had to say one, it would probably be to purify the Greater Grail, and then let my Master claim the final victory."
"Can you accept that kind of reason, Master?"
At the end, he looked at Tohsaka Rin with a gentle smile.
The twin-tailed little girl was just about to speak, but her words froze abruptly. At first, she didn't react to what Alvin said, until after a while, her whole body stiffened in place.
'Eh… eh? eh? eh? eh? eh?'
The young lady of the Tohsaka family stood there completely dumbfounded. Her eyes widened instantly, her complicated gaze hiding emotions that were hard to describe. She opened her mouth, stunned for a long time, yet couldn't get a single word out.
Only after who knew how long did Tohsaka Rin finally speak in an extremely strained voice, "Master? You just called me Master?"
"Yeah. Tokiomi will be going to the Clock Tower soon, if you're the future heir of the Tohsaka family, wouldn't that make you my Master?"
Alvin spoke in a very natural tone.
Under the sunlight, the boy's fair face carried an exceptionally gentle smile, but it made Tohsaka Rin, who had just been a bit tsundere, panic all at once.
"Or do you have a Servant you like more, and I'm just one of your backups?"
That soft voice continued.
"N-no, that's not what I mean, I-I just… just…"
Her mind suddenly turned into a mess, and the little girl, having completely lost her ability to think, stammered for a long time without managing to say anything coherent.
Admiration is always the farthest distance. Ever since she witnessed the power of the white dragon with her own eyes, Tohsaka Rin had come to understand why her father longed for the white dragon to become his Servant.
But she had also thought about one question, could she really be worthy of being the white dragon's Master?
Even when she met Alvin not long ago, Tohsaka Rin still carried that thought in her heart.
Yet at this very moment, Alvin had taken the initiative to acknowledge her as his little Master?
People say tsundere types aren't popular anymore these days, but this kind of small tsundere is still quite interesting when they get shy, Alvin said, "Are you getting used to living in the palace?"
"It's all pretty good, and Miss Mordred takes good care of me."
At this point, Tohsaka Rin hesitated again, looking like she wanted to say something but held back.
Alvin noticed her oddness and smiled, "If you have something to say, just say it. There's no outsiders here."
Tohsaka Rin puffed up her cheeks slightly and met Alvin's gaze, "I just want to know, is there no problem on Sessyoin Kiara's side?"
Although Sessyoin had escaped from the manor that day, no one knew whether she was hiding somewhere now… or even planning something.
She didn't doubt Alvin's strength, but if the enemy stayed in the dark while he was in the open. It was hard not to feel uneasy.
"You're worried about that?"
Alvin quietly looked at Tohsaka Rin's worried expression, thoughtful.
"I've already handled that matter. Don't worry."
As long as Merlin was around, no matter what enemy, even a Beast, stepped into the royal city, he would be informed immediately. Of course, that was on the premise that Merlin didn't slack off.
Although that guy had verbally agreed to help, for some reason, Alvin always felt that this white-haired mage wasn't very reliable when it came to actually doing things.
Of course, there was no way he would say something like that to Tohsaka Rin.
After chatting a bit more, Alvin got up and left the room.
Walking along the small paths of the palace, his mind was thinking about everything that had happened recently.
Present-day Ancient Britain had entered a relatively stable phase. Although the Age of Gods was declining more and more rapidly, the issue of food scarcity among the people of Britain had already been quickly resolved over the past few days because of the transmigrators.
But under normal circumstances, history shouldn't be something that can be rewritten. In the legend of King Arthur, the mutual hatred between Artoria and Morgan le Fay, Mordred's rebellion, and the eventual collapse of the Round Table Knights led by Lancelot all resulted in the final downfall of Ancient Britain.
Yet judging from the current trend, Ancient Britain was actually thriving. At least, for now, he couldn't think of how this country would decline or collapse.
"I wonder if there will be some kind of 'invisible hand' that forcefully corrects all of this?"
Alvin thought to himself.
"What are you doing alone in the garden?"
At that moment, a cool and pleasant voice suddenly came from beside him.
Alvin turned his head and saw a woman in a formal dress, her temperament elegant and noble, standing by his side at some unknown time, her gaze beneath the veil looking at him with confusion.
"Big sis… it's rare to see you outside today."
Alvin gathered his thoughts and greeted her with a smile.
Normally, Morgan le Fay rarely left her room. Most of the time, she stayed in her workshop researching all kinds of special potions. If she were in modern times, she'd definitely be some kind of hardcore experimental maniac.
"What kind of talk is that? Can't I go out?"
Morgan shot the boy a charming glance, "During the day, I received news from Gareth. There's been new progress in the investigation of the flying ship that descended upon Britain last time."
'A flying ship?'
Alvin paused for a moment, as if recalling something, and subconsciously said, "They found the people inside the ship?"
Morgan didn't answer directly, but the expression beneath her veil became slightly more serious.
"Not long ago, someone discovered a creature suspected to be extraterrestrial appearing at the borders of Britain."
'An alien?', Alvin thought to himself, 'Back where I came from, this kind of thing used to be pretty popular. When our digital equipment wasn't that advanced, people often captured things like UFOs.'
But after technology improved, UFOs seemed to disappear entirely.
He didn't say that out loud. Because not long ago, he had personally seen a ship that looked like it came from beyond the planet descend into the territory of Ancient Britain.
"Lancelot was even injured because of it," Morgan continued.
Lancelot… he was the foremost knight of the Round Table, the strongest among them in Ancient Britain.
'For someone to actually injure him, could it be a transmigrator?'
"The one who injured Lancelot was not a transmigrator."
As if seeing through Alvin's thoughts, Morgan gazed into his eyes and said faintly, "It was the owner of that flying ship."
"Lancelot has seen the owner of the ship?", Alvin asked subconsciously.
Morgan nodded lightly and said slowly, "He crossed swords with them. A very skilled swordsman, and it seems the Alien held back. It's almost like they deliberately let him return to deliver a message."
'That's quite arrogant, just how confident are they in themselves?'
Even Sessyoin, as a juvenile Beast, had to retreat from Britain in disgrace, yet someone was boldly provoking present-day Ancient Britain like this?
A trace of curiosity rose in Alvin's heart, "Did Lancelot see what they looked like?"
"Silver hair, skin slightly wheat-colored,.according to Lancelot, they seemed to be from the Hun Empire."
'The Hun Empire?', Alvin froze for a moment. As a "game player," he had some general understanding of the plot.
The Hun Empire was located across the Eurasian continent, a term referring collectively to Asia and Europe. In terms of overall national strength, it was still unclear whether it was stronger or weaker than Ancient Britain.
Of course, that wasn't the key point.
The key was...
'Isn't that flying ship from "beyond the heavens"? Why would it have anything to do with the Hun Empire?'
A flash of insight crossed his mind. For a brief moment, the expression on Alvin's face suddenly froze.
He stared into Morgan's eyes, his gaze going blank. His lips moved slightly, yet no sound came out.
A ship from beyond the heavens, the Hun Empire, swordsmanship so refined that even Lancelot couldn't help but admire it… and on top of that, a piece of information brought back not long ago by those investigating the ship, someone had once seen a figure as big as a giant near the ship.
Thump! Thump!
Alvin's mind raced rapidly as he stared at Morgan, his expression changing slightly.
Although he tried to keep his composure, Morgan still noticed something unusual. Her brows lifted slightly as she said, "What is it? Do you have some kind of lead?"
Ordinary people might not have noticed Alvin's current abnormality, but Morgan, who knew him inside and out, understood him far too well.
If it weren't something particularly troublesome, he wouldn't show this kind of expression.
Alvin didn't answer. Maintaining that subtle look, it took him quite a while before he slowly calmed down.
He looked up at Morgan and said, "I need to go see Lily."
Before Morgan could speak, Alvin took a deep breath and continued, "I might know who the owner of that ship is."
A flying ship from beyond the heavens, the gigantic figure someone had seen before, and swordsmanship that even Lancelot admired, combining all these factors, there was only one person Alvin could think of.
Rather, he should have guessed it long ago. It was just that, because of Arcueid's presence, everyone's attention had been drawn to that King of the Moon, so no one thought any deeper.
'But if it really is her… then things will become troublesome.'
"You just said you've guessed the alien's identity, who exactly is the owner of the flying ship?"
At that moment, Morgan's voice sounded again, pulling Alvin back to reality.
He looked up at her and said in a low voice, "Big sis, have you heard of the 'Foreign God'?"
"Foreign God?"
Morgan's brows lifted slightly, seemingly not quite understanding what Alvin meant.
'It looks like Britain in this era has never come into contact with so-called Foreign Gods,' Alvin explained, "They are destroyers of civilization. From the moment they are born, they exist to destroy civilizations."
"If the alien really is from the Hun Empire, then there's only one person I can think of."
Looking at Morgan, whose gaze was completely drawn to him, Alvin spoke word by word, seriously, "The leader of the Hun Empire, Attila."
"That's impossible… how could she be a being from beyond the heavens?"
The moment she heard that name, Morgan almost blurted it out.
In the past, Britain had indeed had several conflicts with the Hun Empire, but they were only minor frictions.
As for the name "Attila," even though Morgan hadn't been in the palace for the past few years, she was still quite familiar with it.
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