In the original estimation of the Jewel Magus, if Alvin's Kaleidoscope ended up in the hands of the Moon King, it should've meant he had already been defeated and was now seriously injured.
Yet from the looks of the room, it seemed Alvin hadn't even fought her at all… The two were sitting together quite harmoniously.
…They were even holding hands.
"You're the Jewel Magus he spoke of?"
At that moment, a cold, pleasant voice suddenly rang out, snapping the Jewel Magus back to reality from his thoughts.
He hesitated slightly and glanced at Alvin, his eyes filled with questions: "What exactly is going on?"
Weren't you supposed to be fighting the Crimson Moon…? Why are you sitting together so peacefully?
This Magus, who could infinitely fire Ether Cannons and wielded the Second Magic, clearly hadn't considered that while most would want to fight the Crimson Moon, Alvin had meant to fuck the Crimson Moon.
Alvin pondered for a moment and said, "A lot has happened, but to sum it up, she's not really our enemy anymore."
The Jewel Magus fell into a long silence.
He felt like he'd missed several episodes of the story.
"Just chat with him slowly. I'll wait for you outside."
Arcueid spoke as she rose from the seat and left the room.
She figured the Jewel Magus was likely on high alert around her, and if she stayed here, some of their conversation might become difficult to continue.
"Here's what happened..."
Watching her leave, Alvin briefly explained the situation, and by the end, the Jewel Magus was looking at him with an increasingly complicated expression.
"You're… marrying the Moon King?"
As the wielder of the Second Magic, the Jewel Magus could walk through many worldlines, and thus had seen much.
However... this news still gave the old man such a great shock that he even doubted if there was something wrong with his hearing.
"Let me just ask... do you know who she is?"
The Crimson Moon? A UO of the Moon, one of Gaia's final trump cards for self-preservation.
Though he didn't know all the details, he understood her well enough.
Cold, emotionless, arrogant… In short, he couldn't see even a hint of "human" emotion in her.
And yet… Alvin wanted to marry such a woman?
What was the Crimson Moon thinking?
Was it to drive a wedge between Alvin and the British sisters?
Or… did she have another agenda?
"I know who she is."
At this moment, Alvin's voice pulled the Jewel Magus back to reality.
He paused for a moment, then continued, "But things between her and me are… complicated. Still, I wasn't threatened or coerced."
"In the end, as long as she's willing to give up her obsession with this planet, that's enough, isn't it?"
Before this, the Crimson Moon had descended upon Britain with one goal—eliminate all powerful enemies and become the strongest being on this planet, or rather, a UO.
But now, that goal had shifted… and for the Jewel Magus, that was an acceptable outcome.
"You used index magic to find me... you're not here to invite me to your wedding, are you?" the Wizard Marshal asked bluntly.
"Of course not," Alvin replied.
A trace of concern flickered in his eyes as he spoke in a low voice: "You've been inside your bounded field for so long, you probably aren't too aware of the outside world... but I think you've at least heard about the relationship between the Clock Tower and the King of the Moon, right?"
Though the Wizard Marshal rarely left his bounded field, he had still picked up whispers about the "future" from Clock Tower apprentices.
In fact, when Arcueid descended upon Britain this time, the Wizard Marshal didn't act immediately because he had vaguely perceived a glimpse of the future.
In the proper timeline, he had indeed defeated Arcueid in the end, but it came at a tremendous cost.
If one could avoid it, who would willingly choose to fight a UO from the Moon?
Now, Alvin had used a different method to resolve the Arcueid problem... Naturally, the Wizard Marshal was more than happy with this outcome.
"Alvin, I understand your concerns," the Jewel Magus said slowly. "You don't need to worry about anyone at the Clock Tower trying anything… I'll go speak to those Lords myself."
Alvin hesitated slightly and asked, "Won't that cause unnecessary trouble for you?"
The Jewel Magus shot him a look. "There's no one else here—don't beat around the bush."
After all, wasn't that the very reason Alvin had come to see him—to prevent the Clock Tower from making trouble later?
With the Wizard Marshal's standing in the Clock Tower, once he voiced his support, no one, except perhaps the Director, could oppose him.
"You don't have to feel bad. I'll just consider this as doing Brishisan a favor by guiding his junior a little." said the Jewel Magus.
Brishisan, the Lord of the Department of Lore, was also a disciple of King Solomon, just like the Wizard Marshal. In fact, Brisisan was the current Director of the Clock Tower.
Upon hearing this, Alvin felt a weight lift from his shoulders, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
It was done.
With the Wizard Marshal backing him, Alvin no longer had to worry about problems after returning. For the next few days, he could focus entirely on preparing for the wedding.
In the following days, besides inspecting the layout of the Millennium City, Alvin spent most of his time discussing magical energy convergence with the Crimson Moon, as well as the effects of friction coefficients in dry versus moist environments.
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Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the wedding day arrived.
The Millennium City, a place born from the materialization of fantasy, was essentially a unique Reality Marble.
Within it, the magically enhanced Arcueid was an absolutely invincible existence.
So, there was no one who could create any problems.
But she didn't invite too many guests.
Aside from some of the high-ranking vampires residing in the city, the only others were the Knights of the Round Table from Britain… and two rather unexpected guests.
The Mother of Creation, Tiamat… and the Goddess of Venus, Ishtar.
The grand hall of the Millennium City was dazzling in gold. At this moment, Ishtar was sitting in a corner of the hall, visibly irritated.
Watching the vampires chatting amongst themselves, she gritted her teeth in frustration.
"How did it come to this?!"
She had finally fallen for someone for the first time, only to have someone else snatch him away at the last moment.
Compared to the vexed Ishtar, Tiamat remained serene, quietly sitting in the venue and sampling the delicacies of the Millennium City.
In fact, one of the reasons the Arcueid proposed something as absurd as "marriage" was to fulfill an old regret of hers.
The other reason... was the overwhelming sense of crisis brought on by the relationship between Artoria and Alvin.
Now, throughout Britain, and even the world, everyone knew that the Red Dragon and White Dragon were husband and wife...
But—
Not many knew that the White Dragon was Alvin.
In other words, marrying Alvin was equivalent to seizing the opportunity early and declaring sovereignty to the world.
Both Artoria and Morgan le Fay clearly understood this logic, but for Alvin's sake, the two sisters tacitly accepted her absurd move.
However, this time, neither sister appeared at the ceremony.
One of the high-ranking vampires, seeing the woman walking in from the entrance, spoke in a tone of surprise and disbelief: "She really came... Is Crimson Moon actually serious about this?"
Days ago, when news broke that the Moon King was marrying some kid from the Clock Tower, the vampire community had been thrown into an uproar.
Many believed that the Moon King must have had ulterior motives, and the marriage was just a smokescreen. However... no matter her goal, she wouldn't joke about her own reputation, would she?
Apparently... this woman was serious.
The white veil concealed the face of the golden-haired woman, but even so, from her graceful figure alone, it wasn't hard to imagine just how beautiful she was beneath.
The hall played an elegant wedding march, and the grand and noble opening felt like the wedding of a queen.
And indeed, she was a queen—though no one knew where this boy named Alvin, who was marrying the King of the Moon, had come from.
Surrounded by a group of young women, Alvin approached Arcueid, then reached out his hand to her, and this typically arrogant woman placed her hand in his palm.
"You seem quite nervous, don't you?" She looked up, her blood-red eyes staring directly through the veil at the boy.
"It is my first real wedding, after all," Alvin replied.
The last time he had a wedding with Artoria, it was done through a simulation game, so he never really felt anything real.
But this time, he was personally experiencing what a wedding felt like.
Even though he was mentally prepared, it was hard not to feel a little nervous.
Moreover, it seemed that Lily and Morgan didn't come today... Alvin quietly scanned the hall but did not see the familiar figures of those two.
At the very center of the romantically decorated hall, the officiant stood before the altar and solemnly spoke with a poetic tone: "Will the groom please escort the bride to the altar?"
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The wedding concluded perfectly without any mishaps.
Beforehand, Arcueid Brunsteid's had laid down multiple barriers throughout Millennium City to prevent anyone from disrupting the wedding she had carefully prepared.
But clearly, she had underestimated herself.
A wedding for a UO of the Moon... The true ancestor of vampires, unless someone had a death wish, who would dare interrupt?
After the wedding, Alvin entered her room together with Arcueid to accept the magic energy, she would bestow upon him.
True ancestors could transfer their own blood into the other party, enhancing their blood and magic.
And this time, the magical energy Arcueid bestowed upon him would be enough to being his White Dragon core to its absolute peak.
Of course, the method to transfer depended upon the two.
It could be bite, kiss, or something more..and many more.
After all, ever since his death, she'd missed Alvin every day, regretting that why did she not have them.
But now, they he was here, now that they were married, there were so many things she wanted to do with him.
He was not the White Dragon married to the King of Britain, he was Alvin...her Alvin, her husband.
The moment they entered the room, Arcueid couldn't control herself and embraced him, starting their wedding night.
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