"But a swarm of weak bugs, even if they struggle, will not make much of a splash."
"The transmigrators are not all weak, and Britain does not need to kill every single transmigrator outright, does it?", Alvin said.
Hearing this, Morgan's delicate brow lifted slightly, and she turned her head to look at the boy behind her with a puzzled expression, "So you are here to plead for them?"
Alvin shook his head, "Not exactly pleading, more like win-win cooperation."
"The transmigrators who fell into Britain this time are not only from the Clock Tower, but from forces of different eras, cooperating with them has no downside for Britain."
"Lily also thought so before."
'Lily…', When Morgan heard that name, the gentle smile she had just shown gradually turned cold.
Her dark eyes looked at him icily.
"So you really still care about my sister."
Morgan's voice carried a trace of chill, "Alvin, you hope for cooperation between Britain and the transmigrators because there is someone among the transmigrators you know, right?"
Alvin was taken aback for a moment, but under Morgan's gaze he nodded slightly, "Yes, but I also think—"
"The transmigrator you know, is she a woman?", Morgan continued.
Looking at the silent boy, Morgan said calmly, "I knew it. After meeting that woman, you probably spent your time thinking of how to please her, even using 'cooperation' as coercion to lure her, getting her to do everything you want in bed."
"Do not defame someone's honor casually," Alvin said, feeling a bit helpless.
Who is Aozaki Touko? She is a Grand Magus of the Clock Tower. Her status is high in the present world. Alvin would not threaten her, let alone do anything to her.
"No need to explain so much. I know your personality very well, Alvin," Morgan said lightly.
"So—", Before Alvin could speak, Morgan continued in a low voice, "Do not imagine me and Lily sleeping in the same bed with you, and do not compare whose lips are softer, mine or my sister's."
"And do not fantasize about whose touch is better between me and her."
Alvin: "…"
'You really.'
'Describing it so specifically, any normally minded person would have more thoughts, right?'
After a short silence, Alvin almost spat blood.
Although he had long known Morgan's personality was somewhat nasty, experiencing it in person made it a little harder to hold himself together.
But Morgan did not stop speaking. Next Alvin heard more concise and in a sense violent phrases from her mouth like "sister combo" and "mother-daughter combo."
This was no longer defamation. This sounded like things only someone who imagined such scenarios in detail could say out loud.
As Alvin's mood collapsed, a big question popped into his head, 'What does Morgan le Fay normally have on her mind?'
Luckily Lily was not here. If she had heard this, she might have exploded on the spot.
Alvin quietly felt relieved.
Then he tried to calm himself and spoke earnestly, "Morgan—"
"I accept."
"What?"
Still not having processed the meaning of her words, he instinctively looked up and stared at her in shock.
"So, I accept your proposal."
Morgan's voice was soft and pleasant, "Although I have little interest in the future between transmigrators and Britain, if this is your wish, I will respond to your expectation."
"But I have a condition."
"What?", Alvin asked without thinking.
Morgan lifted her eyelids and looked into the boy's eyes, saying softly, "I want to hold a banquet. Invite the high-level transmigrators and Britain's high-level nobles to attend."
Seeing the boy's stunned face, Morgan tilted her head slightly and said, "What's wrong? Does that seem bad to you?"
"This is also a way to promote mutual understanding, is it not?"
Alvin came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's fine, just sudden."
He had not expected Morgan le Fay to agree so easily to cooperate, so the words he had prepared were swallowed back.
As Morgan said, letting the high-level people of both sides meet was indeed a way to ease relations.
'However, gathering both sides' top leaders in one place, also seems convenient for wiping them out at once, doesn't it?'
———
Alvin ultimately accepted Morgan le Fay's suggestion.
Gathering the transmigrators and Britain's nobles in the same place, while convenient for wiping them out, was a request made by Morgan, and he chose to trust her.
Of course, how many leaders from the transmigrator side or Britain's great nobles would dare come to the palace depends on their own courage.
As he left the workshop, Alvin could not help recalling Morgan's earlier words.
Honestly, Alvin was not a paragon of virtue. When Morgan mentioned the "sister combo," he did feel a little tempted.
Imagine the two who had always hated each other, Morgan and Artoria, on the same bed, just thinking about it could be stirring.
But making them reconcile would be extremely difficult. Saving human order probably would be easier than that.
"I wonder how Lily is doing," Alvin's eyes darkened, and he sighed, "We can only take it step by step now."
Lost in thought, he strolled through the vast palace.
Since returning to the palace he had not taken a proper walk, so today was a rare chance for leisure.
Because not everyone knew what the White Dragon looked like, he was not recognized even without a mask.
Camelot Palace is large. It was built during the reign of the previous king Uther, and Artoria had not made major additions, so much of the palace retained its original form.
Alvin had only seen such ancient architecture in game CGs before, so seeing the real scene made him curious.
Unconsciously, he passed one garden after another and could faintly see an artificial lake ahead.
Small trees and flowers surrounded the lake.
As Alvin was about to approach, he noticed a crowd gathered on the shore, apparently watching something.
Among them he saw a very familiar figure in a gray robe.
'Gray?'
'Why is she here?'
Alvin moved and walked to the lake shore.
Whether due to the weather or something else, as he approached the lake a gray mist began to swirl.
In the center of the lake, a towering radiant tower stood beneath the sky.
Though the mist obscured its full form, as he came closer Alvin immediately felt an extremely familiar aura.
"Holy Spear?", Alvin said, his voice showing shock.
In Type-Moon history, King Arthur had three weapons.
The Sword in the Stone, the Holy Sword, and the radiant tower now binding the planet's surface.
The radiant tower is also called the Holy Spear, Rhongomyniad.
According to Merlin's metaphor, the human world and the world of spirits are like a skin on the planet, so the Holy Spear is needed to stitch it. If the Holy Spear were destroyed, that skin would peel off the planet.
Also, when the Holy Spear is used, Artoria's body will revert to an age-appropriate appearance.
To put it plainly, when she holds the Holy Spear, Artoria becomes a king with a human heart.
If remembered correctly, the Holy Spear should have been given to Artoria by Merlin after she lost the Lake Sword.
'Why is the Holy Spear here?'
As Alvin thought this, he noticed those trying to approach the radiant tower were being gently pushed back as if by an invisible force.
'According to the timeline, the Holy Spear is not Lily's weapon yet, are these people trying to gain the spear's approval?'
Alvin guessed silently.
From the look of it, the Holy Spear seemed uninterested in any approaching knight—
"Look, the radiant tower seems to be reacting!"
A shout came from the distant shore.
Alvin looked up and saw a soft glow emanating from the tower as a girl approached it. The Holy Spear did not reject her approach.
'Gray!'
Alvin's thoughts stirred.
This girl's background had always been mysterious. Not only did she have a face identical to Morgan and King Arthur, her magic circuits were also related to the Age of Gods.
Perhaps that was why the Holy Spear did not reject her.
'Regardless, Gray is really lucky,' Alvin thought.
These transmigrators had been seeking opportunities.
Relics, Age of Gods potion materials, even magic from that era, but none of those were as rare as the Holy Spear.
Unexpectedly Gray became the first to enter the radiant tower.
'But the Holy Spear should have been with Merlin in the past… did Merlin leave it here?'
'Is he not afraid the spear will be taken away?'
Thoughts raced through Alvin's head, when suddenly he heard another commotion.
He looked up. After Gray stepped into the radiant tower, its glow had dimmed, but then it shot up into an even more dazzling light.
Alvin's eyes moved and he noticed something strange.
At the base of the radiant tower a blonde girl was looking up silently.
She looked about fourteen or fifteen, wearing a pure black gothic dress patterned with rose-colored motifs. Her golden hair fluttered in the breeze, framing a clear, pure face.
She wore open-toed low-heeled sandals and gave off the air of a princess of the old western world, proud and disdainful.
Alvin's pupils contracted.
The White Dragon had extremely strong perception, and at this moment he clearly sensed an intoxicatingly sweet magic from the girl.
In the end of the Age of Gods, even Britain no longer had such thick, addictive magical power.
Origin. This girl had once touched the Origin.
The girl parted her lips and mouthed something.
Then she reached out a pale hand and lightly touched the Holy Spear's surface.
In an instant, a most sacred light quietly enveloped her, and in the next moment she vanished into the air.
Alvin was stunned.
'Vanished?'
'No, it should be said she found a way to step into the radiant tower.'
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