It was precisely because of this that Morgan firmly believed Attila had absolutely no connection to the owner of the flying ship.
After all, Attila had always been the leader of the Hun Empire in the past. How could she possibly be an extraterrestrial being?
"Has there been any movement on the Hun Empire's side recently?", Alvin suddenly asked.
Morgan shook her head, "I haven't interfered with Britain's dealings with the outside world. In the end, that's something King Arthur should handle. As a princess, it's not my place to step in."
'Why do I feel quite a bit of resentment in Big sis's tone. Looks like she's still bothered about her younger sister taking the throne of King Arthur,' Alvin saw through it but didn't say it out loud,."Anyway, if we want to confirm whether Attila is connected to the flying ship… I do have a way to verify it."
Morgan raised her brows slightly, "What way?"
Alvin didn't answer. Instead, he deliberately kept her guessing, "You'll know later."
Morgan cast the boy a faint glance, "Say it or don't. I'm not that interested in Britain's affairs."
'You'd better mean that,' Alvin muttered inwardly.
Ever since Morgan came to terms with her own feelings, she had clearly started caring more about Artoria. If something really happened to Britain in the future, Alvin didn't believe this woman would just stand by and watch.
Of course, given Morgan's tsundere nature and rebellious streak, he didn't say that out loud.
That afternoon, Alvin left the palace and went to a certain place.
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[Millennium City]
After waiting outside the gates of Millennium City for a while, one of the "first embraced" servants went inside to report. Soon after, they came out of the castle gates, bowed respectfully to Alvin, and said, "Lord Alvin, my master invites you in."
Led by the servant, Alvin walked along the castle's path all the way inside, and finally, at the end, he saw a blonde woman lazily leaning against the throne.
Her long golden hair flowed loosely, smooth and soft. She wore a white dress embroidered with gold and silver threads, with slender high heels on her feet. Her crimson eyes quietly observed the boy.
"Didn't expect you'd still remember me."
There was a hint of teasing in Arcueid's voice as she slightly lifted her pale chin.
Her golden dress trailed naturally along the floor, the slit at her calf revealing her snow-white bare feet.
Cold, noble, enchanting, just one glance, yet Alvin saw several distinct qualities in this woman.
'Her chest isn't as big as Big sis Lily's, but those legs are really something,' Alvin sneaked a couple of glances, then smiled, "I'm King Arthur's deputy. When I first transmigrated back to Britain, there were a lot of things to deal with. As soon as I had some free time, I came to see you."
Arcueid's beautiful eyes curved slightly. Resting her cheek on her hand, she looked at the boy, a faint smile tugging at her lips, "If you really wanted to make time, you wouldn't have waited until now."
Clearly, she was quite dissatisfied that Alvin had neglected her after marrying her. If not for keeping up appearances, Arcueid probably would have gone to the palace herself to see what he had been busy with.
Even as she said that, she still gestured for Alvin to come sit.
After Alvin sat down, Arcueid spoke leisurely, "Actually, I know what you've been busy with. Britain has been quite lively lately."
'She actually knows about what's happening outside?', Alvin was startled and quickly asked, "Do you also know about the Beast invasion of Britain?"
"I know a bit."
Arcueid nodded, her expression still reserved and cold, "Although Britain has been overwhelmed lately because of the transmigrators, it has also benefited quite a bit from them."
"If it weren't for the transmigrators, no matter how strong King Arthur is, the people would still go hungry as the Age of Gods declines."
'She really does know quite a lot about Britain,' Alvin fell silent for a moment, then sighed lightly, "The transmigrators have indeed brought huge changes to Britain, but they've also caused quite a few problems."
"At the very least, I never expected Beasts from different eras to appear in Britain one after another."
Beasts, also known as "love for humanity", are special existences that obstruct human order.
Every single Beast is extremely troublesome. Right now, it's only Tiamat and Sessyoin, but no one knows if more Beasts will descend upon Britain in the future.
Not just Beasts, even Arcueid herself was actually a huge problem. If Alvin hadn't happened to clear the Millennium City instance before, this woman would also be an extremely troublesome final boss.
Of course… as a teammate, she was very reliable.
"You came to see me for Britain's sake, didn't you?", Arcueid suddenly asked casually.
Alvin froze for a moment, then gently shook his head, "I just wanted to see you."
Arcueid looked at him silently, then said softly, "The Britain ruled by King Arthur is destined to perish in history. But because of its cooperation with the transmigrators, its civilization is gradually becoming more brilliant and full of life."
"Isn't that a good thing?", Alvin couldn't help asking.
"It is a good thing," Arcueid glanced at him, "But a brilliant civilization is bound to attract the attention of certain beings."
"For example, the Crest of the Wandering Star."
'As expected,' Alvin's eyes shifted slightly, faintly realizing something, "The person inside that ship that descended from beyond the heavens… you know who they are, don't you?"
Arcueid let out a cold "Mm," "I made a non-aggression pact with her. But since my marriage with you, she seems to have become much more active."
Clearly, the reason both sides initially agreed not to interfere with each other was because they were wary of each other's strength.
But Attila likely knew Alvin's identity and understood his relationship with Arcueid.
If she wanted to devour Britain's civilization in the future, as long as Alvin stood against her, Arcueid would never stand aside.
Since becoming enemies was inevitable, Attila naturally stopped hiding. Not long ago, she had already begun secretly deploying troops to the border, as if preparing something in the shadows.
"If she invades Britain, will you help her?", Alvin suddenly asked.
"No."
Arcueid answered calmly, then looked up at Alvin. Her crimson eyes shimmered, her voice carrying a lazy, seductive tone, "But I won't help you either. More precisely, I won't help Britain."
Her relationship with Alvin was indeed close, but that had nothing to do with Britain itself.
If the Crest of the Wandering Star really invaded Britain in the future, she would simply watch from the sidelines.
Alvin lifted his eyes and smiled, "That's enough."
As long as Arcueid and Attila weren't on the same side, that alone was already very good news for him and for Britain.
"Actually, I should be thanking you," Alvin quickly added.
"Thank me? Looks like you really like this country."
Arcueid studied the boy, a faint smile forming at her lips, "But hasn't anyone told you that gratitude usually shouldn't stay only in words?"
Arcueid's figure suddenly vanished from before the throne. In the next moment, she appeared behind him, leaning close and lightly sniffing.
"Your magical power is even sweeter than before…"
As expected of a vampire, her sensitivity to scent was sharp.
During the previous Holy Grail War, Alvin had obtained "Root sharing" from Sajyou Manaka. In a sense, his magical power was indeed irresistibly "sweet" to vampires.
Feeling the warm breath of the woman behind him brushing against his neck, Alvin instinctively turned his head, and his body stiffened.
'Too close…', Arcueid's exquisitely beautiful and cold face was almost pressed against him.
Her ruby-like eyes, as if soaked in a clear lake, reflected the boy's face.
Arcueid stepped even closer, bending slightly, her voice soft and tempting, "You've accessed the Root?"
After a brief silence, Alvin gave a quiet "Mm," "Something like that."
Although he hadn't truly accessed the Root himself, he had indeed come into contact with it… through Sajyou Manaka.
"Can I take a sip?"
Arcueid asked with a smile, a trace of desire in her enchanting red eyes.
"Of course, as compensation, I can give you something in return."
"The White Dragon is a mythical being. It can assimilate various kinds of magical power in this world, even that of vampires. You could even gain part of my authority by absorbing my magical power."
"But you're not a vampire, so you can't obtain my magical power through bloodsucking."
Alvin sighed helplessly, "Then you shouldn't have said it in the first place…"
"I'm not done yet."
Arcueid's lips twitched slightly. Her fingers gently touched the thin strap of her dress and pulled it down a little, revealing her smooth, pale shoulder and delicate collarbone. In the dim light, the fullness of her chest seemed unfathomable.
Alvin stared for a moment, then silently looked away.
'When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you.'
The woman caught all of the boy's reactions. A teasing smile appeared in her crimson eyes as she said softly, "Even though you can't obtain my magical power through bloodsucking, I can transfer my magical power to other parts of my body, so you can absorb it in other ways."
"Of course, doing so might feel a bit humiliating for the great White Dragon of Britain."
Alvin looked at the blonde woman instinctively, quickly catching something from her suggestive gaze.
'Does she mean…'
Arcueid placed her fingers lightly against her chest, tilting her head slightly, her tone playful.
"Well… want to try?"
———
In this world, magical power is like water. It flows through the body via magic circuits, reaching every part.
There are several ways for a mage to transfer magical power to others. As for which method is the most efficient, we'll leave that aside for now.
But for vampires, directly consuming another person's blood is undoubtedly the simplest and fastest way.
If Alvin were a vampire, then to obtain Arcueid's magical power, all he would need to do is lightly bite her neck and draw it through her blood.
However, Alvin was not a vampire. So if he wanted to obtain Arcueid's magical power, he could only use other methods.
And the most efficient and simplest method, there was only one.
The dim lighting illuminated this classically luxurious hall. The pillars supporting the dome were carved with lifelike murals. A soft red carpet covered the ground, and at the far end stood a throne, with an exquisitely crafted redwood table placed before it.
The blonde True Ancestor, dressed in a white gown traced with golden lines, leaned lazily against the throne. Her temperament was cold and noble, her beautiful eyes carrying the lofty gaze of a queen looking down upon all living beings.
The thin strap on her right shoulder had slipped slightly, resting against her arm. Her fair skin was smooth like jade, irresistibly alluring.
Before Alvin could answer Arcueid, she made the first move.
She bent down and lightly bit into the boy's neck, soon narrowing her eyes in a look of intoxication.
Sweet blood, more precisely, magical power that was sweet to the extreme.
Even at the peak of the Age of Gods, there could never have been such dense and unique magical power.
Alvin's body was already special, and now, with his White Dragon core slightly connected to the Root, this kind of magical power was something no vampire could resist.
Arcueid couldn't resist it either.
As she bit into the boy's neck and felt that rich magical power flowing into her body, her delicate body trembled slightly. The way she looked at Alvin filled with surprise and delight.
She had known his magical power was special, but she hadn't expected it to be this addictive, this power was far sweeter than when he had been in Millennium City before.
Arcueid didn't stop. She continued greedily absorbing his magical power.
Her fair, jade-like skin gradually seemed to grow warm, tinged with a healthy flush.
Alvin sighed helplessly, "You're about to drain all my magical power. If you keep taking a few more sips like this, I won't even be able to get out of bed for the next couple of days."
Arcueid lifted her pale chin proudly and glanced at him with disdain, "Being able to let me drink your blood should be your honor. Even if others wanted to receive my first embrace, I wouldn't agree."
She wasn't lying. Under normal circumstances, when vampires drink someone's blood, if they wish, they can turn that person into a "first embraced," making them a vampire.
And the higher the rank of the vampire, especially receiving the first embrace from a True Ancestor, one could say they are born at the finish line.
However…
"I don't plan to become a first embraced, and I can't turn into a vampire anyway, right?", Alvin said.
The White Dragon itself was a mythical being, and his high-level magic resistance meant he was destined never to become a vampire.
To put it bluntly, this woman was just freeloading off him right now.
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