'Among modern magi, there is actually someone even Merlin thinks is worth paying attention to?'
"That girl's mana isn't quite the same as other magi, so at first I didn't really want her to step onto the land of Camelot."
It seemed he saw what was on Artoria's mind. Merlin smiled, his purple eyes unusually deep, and said softly, "Her mana doesn't belong to the present world, nor to the Age of Gods."
The Root. It is the source of magecraft, and the ultimate goal that all magi seek.
The Swirl of the Root records the beginning, process, and end of every life.
So anyone who comes into contact with the Swirl of the Root and peeks into the cause and effect of all things can know everything.
But almost no human who reaches the Swirl of the Root has ever returned. In the instant they make contact with the Root, they either revert to their original form or disappear on the spot, their existence completely erased.
Yet in this world, there are those who are born already connected to the Root.
"But this time I've already undone the illusion."
Merlin said, "If nothing unexpected happens, once the next crossing arrives, she should come to the royal palace very soon."
A princess born connected to the Root, and Morgan le Fay, who already controls the Island's Power. Who knows what will happen between them?
Just the thought of it made Merlin show a faintly amused smile.
'Thinking about it this way, it really is quite exciting.'
———
What happens when the countdown ends?
From the first day he crossed over, Alvin had been thinking about this question.
Now he was thinking about it again, only this time there was something else weighing even more on his mind.
Right now, a special personal interface had appeared before Alvin's eyes.
Originally Alvin had four types of special authorities. But at this moment, he found that under those four authorities, a new special entry had appeared.
[The Witch's Love EX]
[You have received all the love Morgan le Fay, the Island's Master, could give. This love even overflows. She will grant you a unique special blessing (All damage you take from anything in Britain, including any living being in Britain, is reduced by 30 percent.)]
"Tss!"
Alvin sucked in a sharp breath, contributing to global warming.
'Rather than calling this the witch's blessing, isn't this basically sharing Morgan's Island Master buff?'
Island Master. It is a unique authority belonging only to Morgan. She can bring the entire Britain under her control, and as the Island Master, Morgan le Fay can be considered absolutely unbeatable.
He never thought he could obtain something similar through this kind of method.
'Did Morgan give it to me on purpose? Or is it because her affection has overflowed so much that it unlocks this special "achievement"?'
Alvin was thinking about all kinds of random things, while Morgan held the boy's head tightly, pressing his face completely into her chest with no gaps at all, letting him enjoy the warmth of reunion and the thrill of taboo.
Although she had always hated her little sister Artoria to death, Morgan was actually a twisted king simp in her own way.
And right now, taking her sister's husband to bed, and doing it in her sister's bedroom no less, just that thought alone made Morgan's mood ripple, and her embrace around Alvin grew a little tighter.
"Morgan, a little lighter. I'm going to suffocate."
Feeling that shameless softness pressing on his face without restraint, Alvin shouted with both pain and pleasure.
"If the White Dragon can suffocate that easily, it only means you're too weak."
Feeling the boy's gradually quicker breathing against her, Morgan's body felt slightly warm. A blush spread across her cheeks.
She lowered her head to gaze at him. The cold pride in her eyes turned soft and hazy, and her lips curved into a seductive smile, "Lily isn't in the palace right now. No one is here to stop us anymore."
"So keep me company a little longer, Alvin~"
———
[Half an Hour Later]
Alvin held the witch in his arms, savoring the tenderness after their mana exchange. But when he looked down at the beauty in his embrace, he couldn't help feeling dazed.
What happened on the bed earlier was like a dream.
But Alvin knew very well it wasn't a dream. He had experienced every part of this stunning woman's sexy figure, her smooth delicate skin, soft enough to break with a touch, and even how she differed from Artoria.
He actually managed to bed Britain's pair of sisters right after crossing over. And both the elder sister and younger sister slept in the same bedroom… Even now, remembering what had happened, Alvin felt like he was dreaming.
"Have you looked enough?"
Morgan shot the boy a glare. Her gaze was no longer gentle like earlier but full of disdain, the same way she normally looked at a bug.
That really is the queen-sister I know. As soon as it's over, she flips the switch and pretends she doesn't know me… Alvin muttered in his heart, his eyes subtly drifting toward Morgan's full and perky chest.
"I remember Lily's bedroom has a basement, want to go down there and 'rest' for a few days?", Morgan said with a playful smile.
"Rest," Alvin stopped looking at her and simply held her quietly.
After a long time, Morgan got off the bed.
Black mana solidified like material and wrapped around her delicate body.
She walked gracefully to the window.
As she moved, her skirt swayed lightly, her figure alluring.
Morgan lifted her head and looked toward some direction outside the palace.
Buzz!
Faintly, some kind of special mana fluctuation entered Morgan's perception.
In her Island's Power form, Morgan le Fay's perception had already surpassed all limits. Any little disturbance, if she wished, she could sense it.
And right now, she clearly felt a deep, unfathomable mana approaching from the direction of the castle gate.
It wasn't only Morgan who sensed this mana. Alvin sensed it too.
Even though he wasn't the Island Master, he had still gained a similar authority thanks to Morgan.
"Looks like you sensed it too?"
Morgan didn't turn around. Her voice was beautiful.
Alvin responded with a soft "yeah," and said, "I'm not sure who it is, but this mana is very special."
"Of course it is."
Morgan narrowed her eyes slightly, "It should be a magus connected to the Swirl of the Root."
Just one sentence made Alvin's expression change dramatically.
His heart surged with crashing waves. He widened his eyes and looked up at the bewitching witch in disbelief.
'Connected to the Swirl of the Root?'
'Ryougi Shiki?'
'Or… Sajyou Manaka?'
Actually, from the first day he arrived in Britain, Alvin had considered this possibility.
If magi are the targets of this crossing, then it wouldn't be strange even if some extremely powerful magi descended into Britain.
But hearing Morgan say it still shook Alvin's heart.
"Good. I've been bored ever since Lily and Merlin left."
Morgan's voice turned cold and regal again, completely different from the softness earlier. She became once more the queen who ruled over Britain.
"Looks like things won't be boring for a while."
Alvin stayed silent.
Boring or not he didn't know, but if nothing unexpected happens, after this return, the Clock Tower, no, all the major mage associations are probably going to have a massive earthquake.
"I'm going to prepare a potion. I'll come find you later," After chatting for a while, Morgan seemed to remember something and suddenly smiled faintly as she spoke.
Alvin nodded slightly, watching her walk out of the bedroom. Then he looked at the countdown hovering before his eyes.
3… 2… 1!
A white flash burst in front of him.
In an instant, Alvin felt the world turn bright as midday.
He had no time to react. Time seemed to freeze, and the blazing white light swallowed him completely.
It was like the entire world vanished.
———
Whish~
The afternoon breeze blew lightly through the white curtains. Outside the window was a ginkgo tree, its leaves swaying in the wind, speckled shadows shifting across the ground.
At his computer desk, Alvin slowly opened his eyes.
The glow of the monitor stung his eyes a little.
He sniffed lightly, sat up from the chair, and glanced at the time on the screen.
[Afternoon, 13:50]
From crossing into Britain to returning to the real world, not even a single second had been wasted.
[32:59:59]
A string of numbers appeared before his eyes.
'This should be the countdown for the next crossing to Britain?'
Just as Alvin thought that, a tremor suddenly ran through the building.
The Clock Tower had sounded the alarm.
["All students must gather in the cathedral immediately."]
["Repeating, all Clock Tower students must gather in the cathedral immediately!"]
———
The Mage Association is a mutual support organization of those who treat magecraft as a field of study. Its structure includes three major factions: the Clock Tower, Atlas, and the Wandering Sea.
Among them, the Clock Tower is treated as the headquarters of the Mage Association. After nearly 2000 years of development, the family factions inside the Clock Tower have become extremely complicated.
You could say that the magi who can enter the Clock Tower are elite among elites. Their families have deep heritage and have seen all kinds of major events.
Yet this time, the students gathered in the cathedral looked unusually serious. They whispered among themselves in low voices.
"The Clock Tower rarely makes such a big move, right? What happened?"
"Invasion?", someone guessed.
"You still don't know? I heard that magi from all over the world crossed over to Britain in the Age of Gods, and quite a few have already died there," Someone in the crowd who knew the truth lowered their voice and said.
This statement immediately made everyone tense up.
"That Britain where King Arthur lived?"
"How could anyone cross over into ancient Britain? Are you joking?"
"He's not joking. I'm one of the people who crossed over. If it wasn't for good luck, I might already be a vegetable," A returnee spoke up, still sounding shaken.
If a soul-crossing magus died in Britain, their soul in the real world would also be erased, leaving their body a soulless shell.
If a physically transported magus died, their corpse would return to the real world along with them.
Hearing this, the students' murmurs grew louder. The one who spoke was an upperclassman, and after he spoke, several others also confirmed his words.
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