"Unlimited… pfft, Imaginary Materialization." [T/N: Lol!]
Alvin paused for a moment, then said, "It can unfold a world that I imagine. In this world, everything is generated by my imagination."
Scathach raised her brows slightly, examining Alvin with a scrutinizing gaze.
"You mean, the world you imagined is just a blank sheet?"
"Not quite."
Alvin shook his head lightly, "This is the world I imagined… after the incineration of human order."
'Incineration of human order,' Scathach repeated it softly in her mind, looking at Alvin without speaking.
"Right now, a large number of transmigrators have appeared in Britain. Among them, there are even Beasts that can affect human order. Once a Beast interferes with Britain, after history changes, it might affect the human order of the future."
Scathach froze for a moment, then let out a faint laugh, "Do I look like the kind of person who would help just for a 'save the world' reason? Or do you think I'm some naive little girl that's easy to fool?"
'There's nothing little on you to say you are "Little Girl",' Alvin muttered inwardly. Of course, he didn't say that out loud, only smiling as he replied, "After human order is incinerated, there might not be any humans left on this planet. If that still doesn't help you understand, then I'll put it another way."
"Your desire to fight strong opponents might also disappear along with the planet being turned into a blank slate."
The corners of Scathach's lips lifted slightly, looking quite interested, "I have to say, you did manage to convince me, but you made one mistake."
She slowly raised the crimson spear in her hand and pointed it at Alvin.
A trace of excitement and delight surged in her beautiful eyes as her voice rose a notch, "Your mistake was unfolding your own Reality Marble, White Dragon!"
Compared to any sense of crisis like 'saving human order' or 'the planet becoming blank,' she was far more interested in Alvin himself, or rather, this special domain he had unfolded.
Magic power quietly surged around Scathach.
Then she raised the Spear of Piercing Death, its tip aimed straight at Alvin.
"Stab and penetrate!"
"Thrust and impale!"
"[Soaring Spear of Piercing Death(Gae Bolg Alternative)]"
In the next instant, the spear turned into a sharp beam of light and shot toward Alvin at explosive speed.
The crimson glow, like blood, almost instantly lit up the dark night sky.
However, just as the spear was about to hit Alvin, he suddenly lifted his gaze, his thoughts shifting slightly.
Within this pure white space, it was as if countless pockets of vacuum instantly formed, each filled with immense resistance, halting the advance of the spear.
The tip of the spear crept forward inch by inch toward Alvin, but the closer it got, the stronger the resistance became.
Within this space, the white light and the fiery red glow of the spear illuminated the entire night sky, creating a spectacular sight.
Scathach snorted coldly and rushed forward alongside the spear.
Her long hair danced wildly in the wind, her exquisite figure perfectly outlined by the tight suit.
The spear broke through layer after layer of resistance, its sharp edge surging skyward.
Alvin raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched forward.
Boom!
A dull sound echoed through the "domain." The light of the spear shattered inch by inch. The crimson glow mixed with the white light of Imaginary Materialization, blending into an extremely magnificent brilliance that spread through the air.
Scathach landed lightly on the ground and reexamined Alvin.
"Your Reality Marble is very powerful… but it seems you don't quite know how to use it."
As expected of a first-rate warrior, she saw through that on their very first meeting.
Alvin smiled noncommittally, "Actually, if you want to fight strong opponents… Britain doesn't only have me."
"The Knights of the Round Table can also be sparring partners."
He was really going all out to recruit Scathach into the Round Table.
The woman didn't attack again. She just curled her lips slightly, "You're quite interesting, trying to bring an outsider into the Round Table. Aren't you afraid I might turn on you at a critical moment?"
Alvin looked at her and smiled, "I might worry about others, but you wouldn't break your promise."
Scathach was taken aback. She studied him for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Maybe, but you haven't beaten me yet. Our agreement was that you need to win before we talk about conditions, wasn't it?"
Alvin hadn't fully mastered the special authority of "Imaginary Materialization," so she believed she still had a way to deal with it.
As long as she broke through this special domain, who would win or lose would still be uncertain.
Just as that thought crossed her mind, she suddenly noticed the boy looking at her with a thoughtful expression.
"Miss Scathach, don't you think a duel should involve using all your abilities and trump cards?", Alvin asked.
Scathach paused. For some reason, she suddenly had a faint sense of unease.
"Of course."
She still answered.
"You'll honor the bet if you lose, right?", Alvin confirmed again.
At those words, the woman narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze turning cold as a dangerous curve lifted at her lips, "I keep my word… but from what you're saying, are you confident you can definitely beat me?"
"Absolutely."
Alvin said, "To show my respect for you, I've decided to use my strongest move."
'Strongest?'
The moment she heard that word, the fighting spirit in Scathach's eyes intensified as she stared at Alvin with excitement.
She was a warrior. Facing a powerful opponent would never make her retreat. She would only fight with everything she had. No matter how strong Alvin's move was, she wouldn't back down.
Just as that thought formed, she suddenly felt a cold, deep wind brush lightly across her face.
On the ground, black mud began to spread at some unknown point.
"Black mud?"
She froze for a moment. Before she could react, she saw Alvin take a deep breath and slowly open his mouth.
"Mom!"
.
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.
The battle was over.
Even as Alvin left the training ground, Scathach still stood there, utterly disheveled in the wind.
It wasn't until who knew how long later that she finally came back to her senses, suddenly turning her head to look at the exit of the training ground, at the boy who was about to leave.
She felt an indescribable frustration. If not for maintaining her dignity and personal restraint, anyone else would've already cursed at Alvin, 'What the hell are you doing?'
'Who brings in outside help during a duel?'
Even if that Tiamat wasn't her true body, just the spiritual foundation of a clone was already massive. And with Alvin watching from the side… calling it a solo fight would be inaccurate. It was more like a 1v2.
And yet, she couldn't even criticize him. After all, he had called for his 'mom' with his own ability. That was one of his authorities.
At that moment, the boy who had just reached the door suddenly stopped, turned back, and showed a bright, gentle smile, "You'll keep your word, right, Miss Scathach?"
"You're the most despicable man in Britain, Alvin!"
Scathach suppressed her anger.
At that, Alvin just let out a "heh."
After all, the White Dragon was originally a "despicable king," so what was wrong with being a little underhanded?
And calling 'mom' was one of his abilities. That didn't count as breaking the rules, right?
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After leaving the training ground, Alvin followed the path back to the King's Hall.
The Round Table meeting had already ended not long ago. It was nearing midnight, yet Artoria was still working alone in the hall.
Perhaps because she hadn't rested properly these past few days, she was now lying on the desk, taking a light nap, her ample chest resting against the tabletop.
Her golden hair was tied up high, with strands falling loosely over her noble and beautiful face. Under the light, her fair, delicate skin seemed to carry a warm glow.
Alvin approached silently and casually glanced at the documents on the desk.
The document detailed the recent escalation of border conflicts between the Hun Empire and Britain. Clearly, after learning about the connection between Attila and the "Crest of the Star," Artoria had begun to sense something unusual about the Hun Empire.
There had always been minor conflicts between the two sides, but never as frequent as recently… and the Hun Empire had never been this proactive in provoking Britain.
All of this was likely connected to that spacecraft from beyond the stars.
The owner of that ship was the "hunter of civilizations," and also the current ruler of the Hun Empire, Attila.
She was manipulating her nation, constantly testing Britain's limits and ultimately, her goal was to devour Britain's civilization.
Thinking this, Alvin couldn't help but grumble inwardly, 'Attila really is scheming quite a bit… she's testing Britain's overall strength. If we keep tolerating it, the Hun Empire might cross the border next time.'
As if sensing someone beside her, Artoria frowned slightly and slowly opened her eyes.
She raised her head, her emerald-like eyes reflecting the boy's face.
Artoria looked momentarily dazed, then quickly showed a hint of surprise, "When did you come in?"
"Just a moment ago… the guards at the door already recognize me, so I told them not to disturb your rest."
As he spoke, Alvin looked her over again. Even though the Red Dragon possessed powerful regeneration, he could still see visible fatigue on Artoria's face.
The Red Dragon could heal the body, but mental exhaustion often couldn't be recovered just through physical strength.
"You look really tired. Is it because of the 'Crest of the Star' situation?", Alvin asked.
Artoria shook her head, "You don't need to worry about these matters. I spoke with the others today. Next, I'll have someone go to the border to confirm whether the leader of the Hun Empire is the Crest of the Star, and what their intentions are."
That said, it's not like just anyone can meet Attila… Alvin thought for a moment, then said, "I'll go to the border."
"No!"
Artoria almost immediately rejected the suggestion.
Alvin had already left once before. She was afraid that if he went to the border this time, he might never return.
"But in today's Britain, the only people who can go to the border and come back safely are you and me, right?", Alvin smiled.
"You're the King of Arthur. You can't leave the palace casually, so I'm the most suitable candidate."
Artoria frowned slightly, still reluctant, "But if you leave, Britain might not have enough manpower…"
"Today, I just invited someone to join the Knights, with her help, stabilizing Britain shouldn't be a problem," Alvin said.
Artoria paused slightly and asked instinctively, "Who?"
"Scathach," Alvin smiled.
Artoria's eyes shifted slightly, as if the name sounded familiar.
'But why would she accept Alvin's invitation?', Before she could ask, she heard him continue, "Let's settle it like this… also, you should get some proper rest. With me and my sister in the palace now, you don't have to carry everything alone like before."
As he spoke, he extended his hand toward her, "It's already late. Go back and rest."
"Am I the king, or are you?"
Artoria looked at him speechlessly. Clearly, she was the King of Arthur, yet many times Alvin simply didn't listen to her.
Even now, it had turned into him making the decisions.
But she understood his stubborn nature, and once he made up his mind, it was hard to change it, so she could only nod silently.
"After you go to the Hun Empire, be careful."
At the end, she reached out and held his hand.
She paused for a moment. Sensing the gentle gaze the boy was giving her, a trace of fluster appeared on her usually calm and noble face. She quietly turned her head away, letting him lead her out of the King's Hall.
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