A Bodhisattva...?
Hearing Artoria's words, Alvin's first reaction was astonishment.
After all, this was ancient Britain, so, logically, these people shouldn't understand or have any concept of faith.
Unless... someone was proselytizing to them!
After a brief moment of thought, Alvin immediately came to a conclusion: A transmigrator!
But to establish a small church on the day of arrival, this person must have some skills... at least in being a charlatan.
He pondered before saying.
"How about I go check it out?"
Sending the palace's Knights of the Round Table to investigate might alert the target.
But Alvin was different, after all, he was a native of ancient Britain yet also a "transmigrator," and his youthful appearance was quite deceptive...at least his looks were harmless enough.
Artoria raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the boy carefully before frowning. "Better not. If something happens..."
"You think I'd be in danger?"
Alvin asked back with a smile.
In the modern world, due to the decline in ambient mana, the White Dragon couldn't exert full power...
But in this era, even at the end of the Age of Gods, the White Dragon possessed absolute top-tier strength.
"Don't worry. If there's real danger, I can escape."
Seeming to sense Artoria's hesitation, Alvin said gently. "Since I'm your aide now, I want to help you to some extent."
"Alvin, I know you're confident in yourself... but this era is different from the past."
Artoria gazed into Alvin's eyes, her tone unusually serious.
She was worried that he might be too careless and suffer a loss.
In ancient Britain, those who could rival the White Dragon were few and far between.
King Arthur, Morgan, Merlin... at most, add Lancelot.
But—
This wasn't ordinary times in Britain.
Now, the world was filled with numerous transmigrators, including even Beasts...
Factoring them in, the potential dangers in this era were far too many.
After all, if even Tiamat could become a transmigrator, who knew if other Beasts had done the same, lurking in the shadows plotting something.
Not every Beast was as innocently sweet as that creation mother goddess... who only thought about eating and her children all day.
Most Beasts weren't outright evil, but at least they'd bring trouble to this era and humanity.
Alvin clearly understood what Artoria was worried about, smiling.
"You're afraid another Beast has appeared in the royal city?"
Artoria neither confirmed nor denied, nodding lightly. "If you encounter a Beast... do you have a chance of winning?"
"Hard to say. Depends on the Beast."
Alvin pondered for a moment before speaking. "If it's on Tiamat's level... no one stands a chance."
There was no exaggeration in this.
After all, that was Tiamat.
Among the Beasts Alvin knew, the most troublesome and terrifying was that woman who looked utterly clueless and easy to fool.
If Tiamat truly darkened, no one in the world could stop her...
Alvin had always believed that.
Artoria wore a thoughtful expression.
Alvin timely stayed silent, giving her time to think.
His words were also a reminder to Artoria: No matter what, ensure Tiamat's "safety" at least don't let anyone disturb her peace.
After a brief contemplation, Artoria broke the silence
"Against other Beasts, are you confident you can win?"
"Depends on the situation... but in most cases, I'd win."
Alvin flashed a confident smile.
Perhaps swayed by his certainty, Artoria finally nodded. "Be careful when you go."
Alvin nodded slightly, reassuring.
"This is the royal city. Even if there's an enemy, they wouldn't act openly...
Plus, I'm just investigating the small church you mentioned, not picking a fight."
After a brief exchange, he quickly exited the King's Hall and rode out of the palace on horseback.
The royal city now differed from the past; with the influx of transmigrators, it bustled with activity, new shops lining both sides of the streets.
"Apples, get your apples..."
Upon entering the city, Alvin looked left and right, faintly hearing the apple vendor's calls.
Amid the bustling crowd, he spotted many passersby armed with swords and blades.
When transmigrators first appeared, ancient Britain strictly regulated cold weapons, only palace personnel were allowed to carry them on the streets, with everyone else prohibited.
But after cooperation began, Artoria clearly understood that blocking was less effective than guiding, so restrictions were lifted for certain special groups.
—The mercenary groups that rose during the last transmigration.
"Some transmigrators are probably treating this like a game... In a while, who knows, an adventurers' guild or something might pop up..."
Alvin muttered inwardly.
His gaze swept the surroundings. Investigating a newly emerged small church would be tough in his original era.
But in this age, the concept of a "church" didn't exist at all.
The emergence of such a new force meant mercenaries would surely have someone who knew the basics.
Starting the investigation from these mercenary groups was the right call...
That's what Alvin thought, but just then, he caught a gaze from the corner of his eye.
He immediately followed it.
As the sun set, in the dim alley mouth, a woman in a nun's habit and white veil smiled at him, exuding an air of asceticism.
Her pale golden eyes seemed filled with compassion for all beings, radiating a holy aura.
Yet beneath her skirt peeked a pair of sexy, fair long legs, white stockings outlining an alluring absolute territory that sparked imagination.
Her hands clasped before her, she approached with graceful steps, her gaze toward the young man full of gentleness.
Only then did Alvin notice that while she wore a nun's habit, her attire somehow differed from a normal nun's... and it gave an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if he'd seen it in a past life.
"You seem lost on life's path too, don't you? Poor child. If you don't mind, please come with me."
While Alvin was still dazed, he saw the woman extend her hand toward him.
"..."
The latter froze, staring straight at the woman before him.
Those golden eyes brimmed with tender affection, but staring too long felt like peering into an abyss, with a mysterious sense that she could devour him at any moment.
Boom!
Suddenly, Alvin recalled something, his pupils contracting sharply.
Sessyoin... Kiara?!