"I hate your way of doing things without any regard for means, your habit of acting without considering the consequences, and even that time back then when you secretly seduced him, that unrestrained, arrogant attitude."
Morgan le Fay pressed her bright red lips together and said nothing.
"But I'm the same as you," At this moment, Artoria's voice rang out again.
She gazed into Morgan le Fay's eyes and said slowly, "What Alvin said is right. What I feel toward you isn't something as simple as pure hatred or liking that can be clearly explained. I think that even if I were to speak of reconciliation to you now, you wouldn't accept it either, right?"
Seeing Morgan le Fay's expressionless face, the icy, unapproachable look on Artoria's face gradually softened, "Sister, there's only one thing we have in common between us. That is, after he returned, we both made up our minds that this time, we wouldn't let him get hurt again."
"Britain has now seen a large number of transmigrators appear, and there are even powerful beings coming from outside this world."
"But I know that no matter whether it's transmigrators or external enemies, none of them can break through Britain's barriers… as long as we and he are all here."
The red dragon and the white dragon, plus Morgan le Fay, the 'Lord of the Isle', unless they turned on each other, Britain could never fall apart.
There truly had been irreconcilable hatred between Morgan and Artoria in the past, but their goals were the same. Protect Alvin.
For that, she could put aside past prejudices.
It was not a return to harmony, but rather a way of coexisting that had never existed before. Jointly protecting Britain and staying by Alvin's side until the splendor of ancient Britain finally came to an end.
While Morgan was still lost in thought, Artoria slowly stood up and extended her hand toward Morgan le Fay.
"Sister, I don't intend to reconcile with you, but we can try to coexist peacefully."
"For Britain… and also for Alvin."
Morgan's eyes instantly grew deep as she stared into her younger sister's eyes.
She saw that in those holy azure eyes, from beginning to end, there was not the slightest wavering. Still cold, carrying the dignity and calm of a king.
In the silence, Morgan le Fay slowly extended her hand and clasped it with the golden-haired Knight King's.
Buzz!
Almost in an instant, Alvin, who was sitting beneath a pavilion outside the garden of the King's Hall, suddenly saw a golden pop-up window quietly light up before his eyes.
[After a long passage of time, King Arthur and the witch Morgan le Fay have finally decided to walk forward hand in hand, protecting the White Dragon and Britain until the end of the Age of Gods]
[Congratulations, you have unlocked the special trait: Sisterly Bond (Gold)]
In Type-Moon's Britain, if one had to name the three strongest representatives of combat power, setting aside Merlin, who is always slacking off, they would be Artoria, Morgan le Fay, and the White Dragon.
However, in orthodox Type-Moon history, Morgan le Fay hated Britain and her own sister to the extreme. Thus, in the final afterglow of Britain, she sent her child Mordred to participate in the Battle of Camlann.
And in that battle, Britain completely declined, and King Arthur died as a result.
So then… if these sisters did not turn against each other, what would Britain become?
Back when he was at the Clock Tower, students who studied history would often raise similar hypotheses, and people were full of fantasies and longing for such possibilities.
After all, among these sisters, one ruled Britain as king.
The other was the power behind the scenes of Britain, a famous schemer in history. Even in the future Clock Tower, when people mentioned Morgan le Fay, they were filled with awe and wariness.
To put it simply, if the red dragon and the white dragon were the main carries, then Morgan le Fay would be an ultra-powerful support.
As for whether she was a green buff or a red buff, that was still hard to say for now. But in any case, if these three formally formed an alliance, not to mention transmigrators, even those extraterrestrial beings would probably have to think twice.
Inside the King's Hall, the two sisters at the heart of Britain stood facing each other, calmly shaking hands.
The former was cold, glamorous, and alluring, like a born enchantress. The latter was noble and magnificent, as if she had been born with the dignity and authority of a king.
"I really never thought there'd come a day when I'd stand on the same side as you."
Soon, a captivating smile appeared on Morgan's face.
In truth, it wasn't just Artoria. Even for Morgan le Fay, if she were asked right now to completely reconcile with her sister like this, she herself wouldn't be able to accept it.
But, if it was merely simple 'cooperation,' then that was something she could accept.
It wasn't for Britain's lofty and boring sense of righteousness, but simply because of Alvin.
The recent descent of the two great counterforces had already made Morgan sense a feeling of crisis.
The Britain of today was no longer the Britain she once knew. If she wanted to ensure Alvin's safety… then King Arthur was the only person she could trust.
After all, the sisters now shared the same goal.
"I didn't think there'd be such a day either," Artoria's gaze lingered for a long time on her sister, this woman who looked so similar to herself.
The woman with long platinum-blonde hair cascading down her back wore a faint smile on her face. Her gorgeous dress accentuated her tall, sensual figure, and the lights in the hall refracted through her hair with a mercury-like sheen, pouring down like water, as though she were a fairy who had stepped out of Avalon.
Morgan le Fay had always been like this. Sometimes making people feel that she was 'human,' and at other times, just like Merlin, impossible to see through.
And yet it was precisely this seemingly cold and inhuman woman who, not long ago, had shown such a sorrowful expression when she herself had 'died.'
If it hadn't been for Alvin, she probably would never have imagined in her entire life that her sister cared about her this much, right? Artoria suddenly thought.
"Is there something on my face?", Sensing her sister's gaze, Morgan tilted her head slightly and asked in confusion.
"It's nothing, I just got distracted thinking about some past events," Artoria said softly, shaking her head.
"King, this is bad!"
Just as Morgan was about to ask what she was thinking about, Ariel suddenly pushed open the doors from outside, her voice urgent as she said, "A battle has broken out at King Marco's estate. It seems Sir Tristan is fighting a powerful enemy—"
Before she could finish speaking, Ariel's voice abruptly froze.
Her pupils slowly widened as she stared in disbelief at the sisters who entered her field of vision, and at their hands clasped tightly together.
'eh?'
'Eh?'
'EHH?'
After a brief moment of blankness, the little soul inside Ariel let out an incredulous scream of shock.
'What's going on?'
'Why is that witch here?'
'And how could they possibly…'
That Morgan le Fay and Artoria were at odds and constantly tripping each other up was common knowledge throughout Britain.
After all, not long ago, Morgan le Fay had just fought a major battle with her sister outside the royal palace, something everyone had seen with their own eyes.
'But now, these sisters seems to have actually shaken hands and made peace?'
'Is this really the witch I know?', Ariel was completely dumbfounded.
"What did you say about Tristan just now?", At this moment, Artoria's voice pulled the adjutant back from her extreme shock to reality.
"Oh… it's like this. When the knights were patrolling just now, they discovered some disturbance near King Marco's estate. After investigating, they found that Sir Tristan was fighting someone."
"And Sir Tristan seems to be at a disadvantage…"
"Tristan is in danger?", Morgan le Fay narrowed her eyes slightly, "In all of Britain, there aren't many enemies capable of threatening a Knight of the Round Table."
Artoria said nothing, turning toward the hall as she spoke concisely, "Lead the way."
Just as Morgan le Fay had said, in this era, there were very, very few enemies capable of threatening a Knight of the Round Table.
Judging by this situation, could it be related to the flying vessel that descended not long ago?
Although she wasn't sure who it was, as long as they were in Britain, even gods would have to pay a corresponding price.
Just as Artoria was about to follow Ariel out of the King's Hall, Morgan's clear and pleasant voice suddenly rang out, "I'll go with you."
Artoria paused her steps slightly and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you."
"Perhaps."
Morgan paused for a moment, a trace of amusement rippling through her clear, ice-mirror-like eyes, "But knowing full well that I'm in Britain, and still choosing to act near the royal palace…"
"The one being provoked isn't just you alone."
———
At the same time, in the garden outside the King's Hall, Alvin was sitting in the pavilion, admiring the special achievement that had just appeared.
[Sisterly Bond: Britain's 'Lord of the Isle' and King Arthur share the same royal bloodline. They are sisters, yet once harbored deep hatred for each other. Now, in order to protect Britain and the White Dragon, they have decided to shake hands and make peace.]
Unlike any of Alvin's previous traits, this special trait was branded with golden text. At first glance, it looked dazzlingly radiant.
But why was it called Sisterly Bond instead of something like Sisters Combo or something, thinking of that, Alvin couldn't help but feel a bit regretful.
Still, being able to get them to shake hands and make peace for now was already a huge step forward… everything had to be taken slowly, after all.
After all, even Alvin himself hadn't had much confidence going into this bet with Morgan.
Between these sisters, one of them had to lower their head and take the first step.
And that person could only be Morgan le Fay.
If it were Artoria, seeing Morgan le Fay 'die,' even if her emotions fluctuated inside, she wouldn't show it. More often than not, Artoria would replace words with actions.
"Just as you said, this really did let me witness a very interesting example of 'human nature,' Alvin," At this moment, a gentle laugh from a white-haired mage suddenly came from the side.
Merlin's tone was full of delight as he continued, "Many times, a person only realizes what place someone truly holds in their heart after their most important family member dies."
"It's a pity Morgan is too smart. If King Arther's death could have fermented for a few more days… she probably would have gained an even deeper understanding of her own emotions."
By the time he reached the end, there was inevitably a hint of regret in Merlin's voice.
Morgan's reaction had been far too fast. From the moment he painstakingly set up the illusion barrier to the moment Morgan saw through it, only a few minutes had passed.
If it had been anyone else, Merlin was completely confident he could have fooled them thoroughly.
"It's already enough. At least after this, she won't have as much hostility toward Lily as before," Alvin said.
He had never expected that this one time would completely allow Morgan to let go of her inner knots. But at the very least, this wager would become the catalyst for the sisters to move forward together.
That was enough.
Sisterly Bond… he wondered if this trait might have a chance to evolve further in the future.
It felt like he had already started researching future tournament opponents in advance.
At this moment, Merlin suddenly said suspiciously, "That said, why do I feel like even though you tricked Morgan, I somehow came out at a loss?"
"She seems to have put the blame squarely on me?", Logically speaking, Merlin had only secretly set up the illusion barrier in the King's Hall at Alvin's request.
Clearly, Alvin was the one who planned everything, yet now Morgan's resentment toward him had clearly deepened by several degrees.
'So you got all the benefits, and I ended up taking the blame?'
Alvin smiled, "You don't care about other people's evaluations anyway, and this also let you see a very interesting scene, didn't it?"
Without waiting for Merlin to respond, Alvin changed the subject, "Merlin, do you want to make a bet with me?"
"A bet with you?"
Merlin grew a bit interested and said, "What do you want to bet on?"
"Everyone in Britain says you don't understand human emotions… but I want to bet that you do have a human heart," Alvin said with a smile.
Merlin froze for a moment, then, as if he had heard an extremely amusing joke, he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach, "Alvin, do you even know what you're saying?"
He had always thought Alvin was a humorous guy, but he hadn't expected him to be able to say something this funny.
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