A few days passed, as the couple continued to copulate in the messy chamber.
After the past few days of magical energy exchange, Alvin could clearly feel the changes in his body.
Originally, after absorbing Tiamat's magical energy, his White Dragon core had already evolved once.
And this time, the magical energy Arcueid bestowed upon him brought his White Dragon core to its absolute peak.
A White Dragon core fused with the magical powers of human, dragon, god, and vampire... in the divine era of Britain, it could practically walk sideways.
Yet Alvin didn't seem particularly thrilled.
"What are you thinking about?"
At this very moment, in a quiet room, Arcueid Brunsteid, who had just completed a mana exchange ritual was lazily leaning in the boy's arms.
Looking at Alvin deep in thought, she couldn't help but smile and ask,
"I was just thinking, even if I really manage to become the UO with your help and avoid the correction of the Counter Force... what about you?"
Arcueid originally wanted to become this planet's UO partly to escape her fate of being corrected.
If she helped him become the UO, wouldn't that mean she'd have to sleep forever within the Millennium Castle?
Arcueid lounged lazily by the bedside, one hand gently pressed on her proudly ample chest, smiling at him.
"Are you worried about me?"
Her voice lacked the usual coldness, tinged instead with a hint of languid charm.
"You really don't have to worry.
Staying in the Millennium Castle isn't so bad... The lifespan of a vampire is far too long. As long as I don't stir up trouble, it wouldn't be hard to live from the Age of Gods in Britain all the way to the modern era."
Arcueid paused briefly, then continued, "Speaking of which, the Age of Gods in Britain is about to end... After that, this land will enter a barren era. So, why don't you just stay with me here in the Millennium Castle?"
Alvin sighed helplessly.
He knew Arcueid would bring this up.
But this wedding was already dancing dangerously on the edge of that pair of sisters' bottom lines.
If he vanished entirely...
He didn't even want to imagine what would happen.
"I want to go back to Britain for a while."
Alvin suddenly said.
Before Arcueid's expression could change, he gently took her soft little hand and looked into her eyes with sincerity. "I'll come back... I just need to take care of something first."
Hearing that, Arcueid could only nod in agreement.
Truth be told, there had actually been many vampires who opposed this wedding, some even wanted to kill—but she had suppressed them all.
Of course, she could have gone ahead regardless of their opinions, but for Alvin's sake... to keep him from being constantly targeted by those people in the future, perhaps it was best to carry out a little harmless 'clean-up' first.
...
...
After bidding Arcueid farewell, Alvin made his way alone to the royal palace in Camelot.
Compared to the festive atmosphere of the Millennium Castle, the palace seemed noticeably quieter today.
Morgan le Fay sat under a gazebo in the palace gardens, her elegant curves stretched gracefully. Sunlight streamed down onto her expressionless face, and her platinum-gold hair shimmered with brilliance in the light.
Her eyes were slightly closed, as if basking in the warmth of the sun.
At that moment, a deep blue interface quietly appeared before her.
[Time remaining until transfer: 30:59:53]
...A countdown?!
Morgan was unfamiliar with the countdown itself. However, during this time, she'd heard the term countless times from the mouths of the transmigrators.
After the countdown ends, they said, one would return to the "real world"... that's what the transmigrators claimed.
And Alvin... also seemed to be someone from that real world.
But now, she suddenly found the same countdown appearing before her.
Yet she was already in Britain—so what meaning could this countdown possibly have?
Time remaining: 30:59:50.
30:58:55…
As she pondered, the countdown continued ticking. Morgan quickly snapped back to her senses, a thought flashing through her mind: Could it be that, once the countdown ends, she too would be transported to the real world?
If that were true…
As if having thought of something interesting, Morgan narrowed her eyes, and a gleam of excitement quickly appeared within them.
After the countdown ends, would I really travel this so-called "real world"?
Just thinking about it filled Morgan le Fay with a sense of eager anticipation.
When she was in Britain, there was always someone getting in the way whenever she was alone with Alvin... But if she could go to the real world, it would be completely different.
Morgan drew in a quiet breath, raising her gaze toward the sky beyond the pavilion.
And at that moment, she caught sight of a figure descending from the distant horizon.
Her eyes lit up for a brief second, but she quickly recomposed herself, coughing lightly before turning her gaze forward again, her expression once again becoming cool and detached.
The afternoon sunlight was warm and golden. Seated beneath the pavilion in an elegant gown, even her back view carried an air of refined nobility, arousing people' s imagination.
Her platinum hair cascaded freely down her shoulders, gleaming in the light.
Alvin saw the woman under the pavilion at a glance.
He pondered for a moment and did not approach her immediately. Instead, he activated the unique power of [Night Watchman EX] and then quietly approached her from behind.
Morgan didn't turn around. She simply stared into the distance, her face calm but thoughtful.
Only when Alvin was nearly upon her did she speak in her usual cool tone.
"You planning to keep hiding there forever?"
Her voice carried the faintest trace of amusement.
"Or... were you planning to see Lily first?"
Hearing her words, Alvin deactivated his ability, genuinely surprised.
"When did you realize I was back?"
At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at her.
Even with the thin veil covering her face, he could still sense the chill in her gaze.
It was obvious that she had secretly gone to the Millennium Castle to meet with Alvin, not long ago, even sharing intimate moments with him, and not only that, she hadn't shown any objection to his wedding with Arcueid.
And yet, now she was... upset?
Anyone else would probably be confused by this sudden change in her behaviour.
But Alvin knew Morgan all too well.
It wasn't that she was angry, it's just that, she was pretending to be angry, waiting for him to coax her.
Thinking about it, Alvin stepped closer to Morgan and said with a soft laugh.
"I came here to see you first, of course."
Even though Morgan's attitude toward Artoria had mellowed a lot, now, she still paid very close attention to Alvin's priorities, between her and Artoria—who he would choose to see first, and who he cared for most.
This was all due to the twisted possessiveness that this woman developed when she was young due to repeated stimulation.
Alvin didn't mind such possessiveness after all, now it was innate.
And he had indeed intended to see Morgan first upon his return.
After all, he knew that she cared about these little details, even if she wouldn't admit it aloud.
Hearing his gentle words, Morgan finally turned her head slightly toward him.
And when she saw the sincerity in his eyes, the coldness in her expression eased a lot.
She gave a soft cough and spoke.
"You came back sooner than I expected."
With the moon king's personality, she had assumed that after his wedding with her, Alvin would be kept in the Millennium Castle until the next time he returned to the real world.
"I told her I had something to take care of," Alvin said, holding her delicate hand and crouching slightly by her side as he smiled warmly.
"Or... is my dear elder sister not happy to see me?"
Morgan's lips twitched faintly.
"That's not what I meant. It's just... unexpected."
Then, she gave a subtle glance toward the guards standing outside the pavilion and spoke in her usual cool tone.
"And stop talking to me like that in public... Aren't you afraid of being seen by Lily?"
Morgan had always been a bit of a hypocrite. She could tease Alvin all she wanted, but she refused to be the one teased.
"There's no one else here," Alvin murmured softly. "And it doesn't matter even if Lily was around, she wouldn't say anything."
Under his gentle persistence, Morgan was both happy and a little overwhelmed and her cold front began to crack.
Originally, she had been irritated about his days in the Millennium Castle, she had even chosen to be the one to accept it rather than oppose it. But deep down in her heart, it still bothered her that, the man she loved had married another woman and was staying at her home.
Yet here he was, coaxing her in that infuriatingly tender way, and her annoyance melted into a quiet sense of happiness she couldn't suppress.
Although she knew that she should not be so "easy to coax" but there was nothing she could do.
When she first met Alvin, she only wanted to possess him alone, and she didn't even want her younger sister, the real owner, to get close to him.
Especially after Alvin's "death," she had spiraled deeper and deeper into her obsession, her hatred for Britain, and her desperate desire to resurrect the White Dragon—even if it meant destroying everything.
But she didn't know when this mentality changed.
She found that she didn't seem to hate Artoria that much, nor did she want to destroy Britain that much.
She only wanted to be with Alvin.
Although her sister could sometimes be a nuisance, but there was one thing, she had realized during her previous 'bet' with Alvin... She liked Alvin, but she also didn't want her sister to die.
Although Morgan has refused to admit her sisterly feelings for Artoria, after confirming her complicated emotions, Morgan would not target her sister like she did in the past..
Well...all one could say, was that this time...Alvin's return had truly changed her.
At least, it removed her twisted desire of revenge and instead filled her heart with emotions, she never thought she had.
Thinking of this, Morgan raised her beautifully curved chin, and a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face under the veil.
"Alvin... thanks to you, I think I finally understand my feelings better."
"But there's one thing I still can't figure out. May I ask you a question?"