However, for magi, especially magi planning to take part in the Holy Grail War, this transmigration was not only a danger, but also an opportunity.
Morgan le Fay, King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table and so on, this era gathered far too many powerful existences.
If before returning to the present world one could find some personal item of any of these people, in the future that might serve as a "holy relic" and allow their summoning in the Holy Grail War.
Especially Morgan le Fay and King Arthur. If one could obtain the holy relic of either of them, the odds in the Holy Grail War could rise by a large margin.
At that thought, Matou Zouken's eyes could not help but glitter with a trace of expectation.
Tohsaka Tokiomi looked at the old man deeply, then silently withdrew his gaze.
Although the old creep had rich experience and was a centuries-old monster, Tokiomi could roughly tell what he was thinking.
In fact, ever since he transmigrated into this era, Tokiomi himself had had similar ideas, only he had not found a suitable target.
But after meeting a certain person today, Tokiomi's target became clear all at once.
In Britain, aside from Merlin who could not be summoned as a Heroic Spirit, Morgan and King Arthur were indeed the most promising Servants for the Holy Grail War.
But besides them, there was another Servant people often overlooked.
It was the White Dragon, whose combat power matched that of the Red Dragon.
Today he had unexpectedly formed a bond with Alvin, and if the next Holy Grail War began and he could summon him.
"Sir Lancelot has returned!"
At that moment, a shout came from outside the alley.
Both Tokiomi Tohsaka and Matou Zouken in the alley instinctively turned their heads and saw a man riding a fine horse, clad in knightly armor, leading a group of knights down the royal city's street.
He was burly and tall, his demeanor extremely dignified. Although he gave off no aura, he inspired a genuine feeling of awe.
The Round Table's chief knight, Lancelot.
"I heard he went out to the border some time ago and repelled invading barbarians. He shouldn't have returned so soon, seems he rushed back after hearing the news from the palace?"
"What a pity. If Sir Lancelot had come back a bit earlier, who knows whether the palace has already fallen into Morgan's hands."
Low whispers rose from the crowd.
"Lancelot, as a Servant, he might also be a good choice."
Matou Zouken looked at that dazzling figure outside the alley, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.
Suddenly Lancelot seemed to sense something and glanced lightly toward the alley.
At that first look, Matou Zouken felt his scalp tingle, his hand trembling slightly on his cane.
To some magi, Servants might be just like familiars.
But one should know that at this moment Lancelot was not a Heroic Spirit. If he wished, he could probably send the old creep on his way with a single stroke.
Yet Lancelot clearly paid them no mind. Or rather, right now his concern was only the palace.
Not long ago a report had come from the palace, Morgan had taken Mordred and Gareth to the palace, and Merlin and King Arthur were missing.
If Morgan were left unchecked, the consequences would be terrible.
Lancelot drew a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
When he looked up toward the palace, the chief Round Table knight's eyes were already firmer.
He had made up his mind that no matter what, even if he had to risk everything, he would stop Morgan's reckless actions.
———
Warm summer sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell in dappled patterns on the ground of the palace garden.
Alvin and Morgan were walking in the garden.
"It always feels like a very long time has passed," Morgan said softly, a hint of nostalgia in her beautiful eyes.
Magic had woven for her a gorgeous black lace gown, outlining her graceful, sexy curves. In the sunlight her pale skin seemed to take on a warm glow.
Alvin silently watched the woman walking ahead.
Although he had always known Morgan was recognized as the empire's beauty, seeing her each time still left him a little stunned. Soon he felt a pang of admiration.
In truth Morgan and Artoria could not be said to be completely identical in appearance, only eerily alike.
But their temperaments bore an essential difference.
Both were cool, but Morgan gave off an arrogance that kept others far away, while Artoria conveyed the majesty of an empress.
Of course, now was not the time to think about that.
Alvin reined in his thoughts for the moment and opened his mouth slightly, "Morgan…"
Before he finished, the woman gently interrupted him.
"Alvin, I know what you want to say, but I don't want to hear about any of that right now."
She paused, then continued, "Walk with me a little longer. It has been so long since I returned to the palace. I just want to feel everything here again."
Alvin fell silent and quietly walked with Morgan through the garden.
Various floral fragrances mingled together, the sea of multicolored flowers making one slightly dazed.
Morgan had liked flowers in the past. Whether it was her own chambers or Artoria's, gardens like this surrounded them.
But having been away so long, although Morgan's chambers might have been tidied regularly, that sea of flowers had probably long since withered.
Alvin felt a touch of emotion, but as they walked deeper into the garden, he suddenly detected a faint sense that something was wrong.
His steps slowed slightly.
"What is it?", Morgan asked.
"We should be heading back the same way soon, if we go further we'll reach Lily's chamber," Alvin said tactfully.
"I know."
Morgan smiled faintly, "That is where we are heading. We can rest there for a while."
Alvin: "…"
Seeing the boy's bewildered and even shocked expression, Morgan's mouth curved slightly, forming a seductive arc.
In the past she was called a witch not only because of her nature but also because of her looks.
After a brief silence, Alvin could only say helplessly, "That could cause unnecessary misunderstandings."
Bringing the king's sister to stroll in the palace and then resting in the king's chambers, no matter how you looked at it, it was easy to misinterpret.
"I know," Morgan said again.
She walked toward the boy with elegant steps, her alluring temperament paired with her ample, soft chest, as if every gesture exuded an indescribable seduction, like a woman born to entice men.
Under Alvin's astonished gaze Morgan bent slightly, her soft red lips close to the boy's ear, and in an incredibly tempting voice she murmured, "While my sister is away, have an affair with me, Alvin~"
———
[Avalon]
Warm sunlight fell on her face. Artoria tilted her head back and closed her eyes slightly as if savoring something.
After a while she opened her eyes in this "sea of flowers" world.
"Give it up, Arthur."
The white-haired mage sat cross-legged nearby, smiling, "Once you enter Avalon you cannot leave, at least not in the short term, you cannot find a way out—"
WHOOSH!
The words had barely fallen when the tip of the holy sword was already held before Merlin.
A trace of anger showed on Artoria's face as she said coldly, "Let me leave here!"
"Let you leave... and then?", Merlin looked up and asked with a smile.
"You will continue to fight Morgan, your sister the king, until one side falls?"
Artoria unconsciously frowned, "That is not my problem."
"I know."
The nightmare called Merlin had an air of helplessness in his tone, "If we must place blame, it is not Morgan's fault so much as mine and the late king's. If not for us, perhaps Morgan le Fay would never have been born in the first place."
If Merlin and King Uther had not made their arrangements back then, Artoria would not have been born, and many of the later events would not have occurred.
Perhaps Morgan would already have become the queen of Britain.
"But there are no ifs. Morgan le Fay, in her triune form, awakened during the sword-drawing ritual. If her hatred is not extinguished, Britain may be destroyed by her in the future."
Merlin paused and said, "If you had chosen to stay in Britain back then, even if you had ultimately won, the price would have been terrible."
"So you want me to hide away in Avalon?"
Artoria stared coldly at Merlin, "Alvin is still outside."
"I know."
Merlin smiled, "But you can rest assured. Anyone in this world might suffer Morgan's revenge, but he will not. After all, your feud with Morgan began because of him, and it should be he who ends it."
"Just as you have always trusted him unconditionally, I also believe he can redeem that witch."
Artoria gazed at Merlin silently. His purple eyes were unfathomably deep.
Often Artoria felt she could not see through Merlin. After all, as a nightmare he even imitates human emotions, so it is hard to guess what Merlin really thinks.
But at this moment, she seemed to see the sincerity in his words.
'Still, sending him back onto the stage to dispel the sister's hatred, is that really all right?'
'After all, wouldn't that be sending Alvin into the sister's arms personally?'
Just thinking this, Artoria's face flashed with a hint of conflict and struggle.
———
A witch-like seductive voice wafted in Alvin's ear. Morgan le Fay gazed into the boy's eyes. Her beautiful eyes glistened with a moist, alluring sheen, stirring a bit of itchiness in the heart.
A woman like Morgan, no wonder before her corruption the nobles called her "the great beauty."
Because whether her looks or her figure, both were superb, but arrogance was carved into her bones, so she could never tolerate failure.
Such a temperament was the kind that should be admired from afar, not toyed with.
Of course Alvin was not thinking much about that now. Or rather, he had no mind for such thoughts at the moment.
Feeling the soft breath fall near his earlobe and the unique scent wafting from Morgan's luxurious dress, Alvin's brain seemed to slow down a bit.
'Is this the so-called thrill of the forbidden?'
His mind blanked slightly and he looked up instinctively, only to find Morgan holding him in her arms. In that instant the fresh, subtle scent and the fullness and softness of her touch made him feel as if in a dream.
In the corner of his eye his gaze dropped to the full, proud swell of her chest, specifically the red rune formed between them, and lingered again.
That rune was so large and so white.
Sensing the boy's stare, a teasing smile flickered in Morgan's eyes. In his ear she whispered lightly, "Don't just stare, you can do anything you want."
"…"
She had not intentionally used any charm-related power, yet that single sentence froze Alvin's body.
After a brief mental hiccup, Alvin suppressed the tumultuous emotions within and tried to keep a bit of composure.
Then he asked the question that mattered most to him at the moment.
"Do you not blame me?"
In the original script, Morgan intended to have Alvin use the special power she granted to eliminate Artoria.
However, Alvin used that special power to save Artoria. For the witch, this was undeniably a backstab.
When he first transmigrated into this world, Alvin had felt uneasy, afraid that after learning of his return Morgan would storm the palace and some special chamber CG event would play out.
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