At a certain lakeside within the royal palace—
A girl clad in silver-white armor, looking valiant and spirited, sat by the lake. One hand propped up her cheek, the other idly playing with a small stone.
Not far beside her stood a mage workshop, brightly lit inside.
"Why does Mother like making all kinds of potions so much?"
Mordred yawned out of sheer boredom, turning her head to glance at the mage workshop not far away, then quickly let out a sigh.
She had been staying in the palace so long she was almost getting sick of it.
For this rebellious knight, the palace was no different from a birdcage. If it were just a short stay, it would be fine, but recently she hadn't gone out on any long trips at all. Either she was helping Morgan stand guard, or she returned to her own residence in the palace to chat idly with that little girl, Tohsaka Rin.
Other than that, there was nothing else to do.
Utterly boring.
At that moment, from the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw two figures walking along the lakeside path.
Mordred focused her gaze, and a subtle look quickly appeared in her eyes.
'Father and Mother?'
'At this hour, are they heading back to rest?'
"Little Mo."
At that moment, a woman's lazy yet alluring voice suddenly came from the mage workshop.
Mordred's heart skipped a beat. She immediately turned and entered the workshop, where she saw Morgan le Fay.
The witch of Britain was still dressed in a gorgeous, exquisitely crafted gown. Her platinum-blonde hair cascaded freely, and in her hand was a freshly prepared potion.
She sat sideways on a chair, her long, full legs crossed. The heel of her high-heeled shoe tapped lightly against the floor, producing a crisp, pleasant sound.
Mordred subconsciously glanced at the potion in Morgan's hand and said, "Is this what you've been researching these past couple of days?"
Morgan gave a faint "Mm," and said, "It's somewhat similar to Assassin's Presence Concealment. The stronger the user, the higher the level of concealment."
'Why research something like that for no reason?', Mordred cast a strange look at the potion and said, "Did you call me here for something?"
"What was the conclusion of today's Round Table meeting?"
Morgan's voice remained cool and pleasant, yet carried a constant sense of pressure, making this rebellious knight unconsciously maintain the demeanor of a "well-behaved student."
Mordred had also attended the Round Table meeting today. Lowering her head slightly, she said softly, "King Arthur believes we need to first confirm whether the leader of the Hun Empire is truly the so-called 'Crest of the Star,' so someone needs to go to the border."
"Has a candidate been decided?", Morgan asked.
Mordred fell silent for a moment, then said, "Not yet, but I think Father and Mother will probably reach a conclusion tonight."
The moment she finished speaking, she immediately realized what she had said and instinctively shut her mouth.
However, Morgan had already caught the information. She narrowed her eyes, looked up, and said with a faint smile, "He's at Lily's place tonight?"
Gulp!
Mordred swallowed unconsciously. Though she wanted to say something to patch it up, under Morgan's calm gaze, she ultimately just nodded lightly.
As soon as she nodded, she saw Morgan stand up and leave the room.
Mordred's heart jolted, "Where are you going?"
But by the time she spoke, Morgan had already left the workshop, heading straight toward Artoria's bedchamber.
Mordred chased to the doorway, watching her mother's retreating figure, and muttered to herself, "It's over… I really didn't mean to…"
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[The Bedchamber]
A room lit with a soft, ambiguous glow.
Armor lay scattered across the floor… along with a golden crown.
A blonde woman lay on her side on the bed. She wore a white silk nightgown, the hem reaching her knees, revealing smooth, jade-like calves.
One button at her chest was undone. Within the neckline, the full, upright curve clearly displayed the heart of a king.
She lowered her head slightly, her gaze gentle as she looked at the boy in her arms. At this moment, Alvin seemed immersed in that warmth, his arms tightly wrapped around Artoria's slender, soft waist.
Because he had drawn the Sword in the Stone, he appeared only fifteen or sixteen years old. Compared to this mature and noble King of Knights, he looked noticeably more youthful.
Yet at this moment, the King of Knights allowed the boy's hands to roam freely over her body. A faint heat rose to her cheeks, and deep in her eyes lay both shyness, and a trace of excitement.
Alvin placed his hands on Artoria's shoulders, about to guide her to lean back onto the snow-white bed behind her.
"Wait…"
At that moment, as if recalling something important, she instinctively reached out to stop him.
'What, Lily's playing coy now?', Alvin said, "What's wrong?"
Artoria glanced at the boy secretly, then quickly lowered her voice and said, "I've been working all day, I should take a bath first."
"You smell fine, it's not really necessary."
Alvin said helplessly.
To be fair, perhaps because of the Red Dragon's special constitution or something else, Artoria did carry a faint fragrance. Even without bathing, it didn't really matter.
'More importantly, I'm already at the point of no return, and now you're telling me this?'
"Still… just wait for me a bit."
After saying that, Artoria lowered her head, got off the bed, and walked barefoot toward the bathroom.
'Lily is still a bit shy about this kind of thing,' Alvin watched her leaving figure and couldn't help but smile to himself.
'But… that's part of her charm.'
Thinking this, he soon lay flat on the bed, his mind drifting over everything that had happened recently.
The Holy Grail War, the invasion of Beast, and the matter of the Hun Empire.
'If the Emperor of Hun Empire really is now 'the giant god Attila', that would be quite troublesome.'
'No wonder Gaia wanted to recruit me back then, it probably already knew some things about the future.'
As he was thinking about these messy matters, suddenly, a soft, warm body quietly embraced him from behind.
"You finished your bath that quickly?"
Alvin was slightly surprised, then couldn't help but smile inwardly.
'Didn't expect Lily to be this eager, looks like she's more passionate than she lets on.'
Thinking this, Alvin reached out and pulled the woman into his arms.
Then his body stiffened slightly.
'Wait… why does this feel off? Why are you still wearing clothes?'
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Alvin abruptly lifted his head and took a closer look.
What entered his view was a woman in a luxurious gown, her face veiled with a thin layer.
Her cold, beautiful eyes were filled with delight and teasing. With a hint of playfulness in her tone, she said, "Looks like my potion worked quite well, you didn't even sense my presence?"
Hearing the sound of water splashing from the bathroom not far away, the expression on Alvin's face gradually became more and more complicated. The words almost slipped out of his mouth.
"Big Sis?", Alvin was completely stunned.
As a mythical creature, a white dragon's perception was undoubtedly extremely sharp.
Yet, just now, he hadn't sensed Morgan's presence at all?
'Even though Lily's room has a magical barrier, with my perception, no matter what, I shouldn't have failed to notice Big Sis sneaking in.'
"Are you surprised?"
As if sensing what the boy was thinking, Morgan licked her lips. A moist allure appeared in her eyes, and one hand casually touched the boy's chest.
"Alvin, during the last Holy Grail War, did you know Assassin's identity?"
She asked a seemingly unrelated question.
Alvin froze for a moment, then quickly shook his head, "I didn't."
"Because you didn't pay attention to that Assassin, or because he hid too well?"
Morgan continued.
"Probably both… why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"A Presence Concealment potion. I made it by imitating the Assassin from the last Holy Grail War. The stronger the user, the higher the level of concealment they can achieve."
As she finished speaking, Morgan took out a bottle of gray liquid from her chest.
The surface of the liquid seemed to ripple with countless bubbles, and within it, Alvin faintly sensed a very familiar aura.
"This is… white dragon genetic material?"
Back then, to revive the white dragon, Morgan had researched a large amount of related material after Alvin's "death." It could be said that in all of Britain, no one understood white dragons better than she did.
Likewise, she also had some understanding of Alvin's unique authority, 'Watchman EX.'
This potion was essentially a weakened version of 'Watchman EX'. But even so, it was more than sufficient for concealing one's presence.
Alvin fell silent for a moment, then said helplessly, "Why are you researching this out of nowhere?"
Morgan curved her beautiful eyes and said softly, "I've heard there's been quite a bit of commotion at the border recently. Even Lancelot was injured, wasn't he? King Arthur is probably planning to send someone to investigate the situation."
"Are you planning to go to the border?", Morgan continued.
A look of surprise appeared on Alvin's face as he instinctively said, "How did you know?"
Morgan said calmly, "It's obvious, my little sister has always been indecisive. This time even Lancelot got hurt, so she's probably hesitating over who would be most suitable to send to investigate."
She paused, then wrapped her arms around the boy's neck and said with a smile, "With your personality, you'd definitely volunteer."
"Did you come to find me because of this?", Alvin asked.
"No. At first, I simply wanted to test how effective my potion was, but after seeing Lily go to bathe just now, I couldn't help wanting to do something," Morgan said.
Alvin: "..."
'So after all that, this big sister just got addicted to this kind of 'NTR' behavior?'
Even though the two sisters had now "reconciled," reconciliation didn't mean everything was completely fine. Their relationship had always been delicate. If Artoria came out later and saw Big Sis in bed with her husband.
Just thinking about that possibility made Alvin's heartbeat quicken.
At that moment, a cool, soft hand gently rested on the boy's chest as Morgan said softly, "Alvin, you don't actually need to go to the border yourself. I can have Little Mo take the Presence Concealment potion and go investigate."
"There are more and more transmigrators now. There might already be powerful enemies lurking in the royal city, if you stay in Britain, they'll be wary."
Alvin didn't respond, falling into thought.
He had considered Morgan's point before. If a Sessyoin could appear in Britain, could there be a second, or even a third Beast?
If they knew he had left the royal city, would they start making moves behind the scenes?
"With you here, it should be fine, right?", Alvin suddenly said.
After all, Morgan possessed the 'Lord of the Island' enhancement. As long as she was here, even if enemies were hiding in the royal city, it shouldn't be a problem.
"What happens to Britain has never been something I planned to concern myself with."
Morgan said calmly, "I may have reconciled with Lily, but that doesn't mean I've reconciled with this country."
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