In Morgan's view, Artoria had, from beginning to end, passively become the King of Britain. The real driving forces had been the former king and Merlin.
Because of that, she had no intention of interfering in Britain's future.
The reason she specifically refined the potion and suggested sending Mordred to the border was simply because she didn't want Alvin to leave the palace… nothing more.
Alvin fell silent for a moment, then said, "I'll think about it a bit more."
"Compared to that, aren't you forgetting something more important right now?"
As he spoke, he sat up, staring at the woman in front of him with a serious expression.
Morgan tilted her head slightly, pretending not to understand, "What important matter?"
"No matter whether we're talking about serious business or anything else, don't you think our current situation isn't exactly appropriate?", Alvin looked quite serious.
Morgan paused for a moment, then quickly let out a soft, charming laugh. "Are you worried Lily will find out? Don't worry. Not only do I have a potion that conceals my presence, even without it, I wouldn't be afraid of her."
'You might not be afraid, but I am,' Alvin grumbled inwardly. He had finally managed to reconcile the two sisters. If they started fighting again over something like this, it really wouldn't be worth it.
'Alright, maybe this doesn't really count as "something small."'
Morgan looked at the boy with interest, then smiled brightly, "Are you nervous?"
'How could I not be nervous? You can run away later, but what about me,' Even though he was panicking inside, he kept a calm face, reached out, and took one of Morgan's hands, saying gently, "Big Sis, I don't want you and Lily to have any more conflicts. I'll come find you tomorrow, okay?"
Although Morgan had a proud personality, her defenses weren't particularly strong. Alvin originally thought that after saying this, she would obediently leave.
However, Morgan only glanced at him with a smile and said, "I refuse~"
'Alright, she clearly isn't listening at all.'
Before he could speak again, Morgan continued unhurriedly, "Actually, you don't need to be so nervous. Lily already knows about the relationship between you and me. Even if we really did something, it wouldn't matter, right?"
'Knowing is one thing, but who in their right mind plays like this in someone else's bedroom?'
Alvin's thoughts raced. He was still trying to figure out how to handle this situation when he suddenly heard the faint sound of fabric brushing against skin.
Morgan sat up and pushed the boy onto the bed behind him.
She lowered her gaze slightly, looking at him, her cool, beautiful eyes tinged with a trace of pleasure.
That luxurious court dress did nothing to conceal her impressive figure. From Alvin's angle, he could clearly feel the overwhelming presence of that softness.
Morgan leaned down, her red lips gently pressing against the boy's. In an instant, the weight of her entire body pressed down on him.
Before Alvin could even savor the beauty of the witch of Britain's body, his vision suddenly went dark. In the next moment, Morgan had pulled his face completely into her chest. The force was so strong that, along with the softness, it brought a suffocating feeling, as if he could hardly breathe.
Playing like this in the King of Knights' bedroom while she was away bathing… even if they had just reconciled, even if they were sisters with a great relationship… anyone who saw this would have their blood pressure spike.
At this moment, feeling the soft warmth and the weight pressing down on him, Alvin truly felt a kind of helpless despair.
Just then, a faint sound of footsteps came from the distance.
The sound of water from the bathroom had already stopped, which meant Artoria had finished bathing.
Morgan realized this as well and slowly released Alvin.
As the figure of the blonde King of Knights gradually approached the room, Alvin witnessed something that left him completely stunned for the first time in his life.
In less than half a second, Morgan drank the Presence Concealment potion. Then, right before Alvin's eyes, a blur that surpassed the limits flashed past.
Immediately after, Morgan locked onto the most suitable hiding place in the room, the space under the bed.
In the next instant, she vanished.
Alvin stared at this scene, dumbfounded.
'What the hell, is this the effect of the potion, or her power as the 'Lord of the Island'?'
Even for Alvin, it was the first time he had seen someone move so fast that only an afterimage remained. Though the way she was using that power felt a bit strange.
And at that moment, Artoria finally entered the room.
Seeing the boy sitting on the bed, she tilted her head slightly in confusion and asked, "Why are you spacing out by yourself?"
Alvin finally came back to his senses, shook his head, and smiled, "Nothing… I was just wondering why your bath took so long."
A faint smile appeared on Artoria's face, "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Alvin looked at her with a hint of surprise. Seeing that her expression was completely normal, he quietly let out a sigh of relief.
"Shall we rest?"
Artoria softly responded with an "Mm." Then, the sound of a button being undone at the collar of her pure white nightgown rang out clearly.
However, just as she reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, she suddenly seemed to remember something important and paused.
"What's wrong?"
Alvin asked instinctively.
"Nothing… it's just that before we rest, there's one more thing that needs to be dealt with."
Artoria gazed at the boy gently, then spoke in a calm yet cold voice devoid of emotion, "What do you think, Big Sis?"
For a brief moment, the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze to the point of breaking.
Looking at Artoria, her expression hadn't changed at all from start to finish. Only a hint of coldness could be seen in her beautiful eyes.
Alvin maintained a calm expression, though while he looked steady on the surface, inside he was panicking badly.
'Why?"
At this moment, Alvin felt like he was shouting wildly inside. He had expected that Artoria might notice Morgan's presence, but he hadn't thought she would detect it so quickly.
Objectively speaking, the perception abilities of a white dragon and a red dragon should be quite similar. The reason Alvin hadn't noticed Morgan earlier was partly because he hadn't been in a state of alert, and partly because of the potion Morgan had taken, as well as the magical barrier within this bedroom.
But within her own chamber, Artoria naturally wasn't affected by the magical barrier. Perhaps that was why she had been able to sense Morgan's presence immediately.
"Big Sis, there are no guards nearby right now. But if I call people in to search later, if others find out you're hiding under the bed, even you would find that embarrassing, wouldn't you?"
While Alvin was still thinking about what to do, Artoria's voice sounded again in the chamber.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to stiffen slightly.
Then, a faint movement could be heard, "You've improved quite a bit compared to before, Lily."
Along with it came a woman's cool and pleasant voice, carrying a trace of genuine praise.
As the voice fell, a slender figure appeared silently in the chamber.
Morgan smiled as she looked at her sister, then said, "If it were the old you, you'd probably still be completely in the dark right now."
In the past, when Morgan and Alvin were playing those "taboo" games, they had encountered similar situations. Every time, Morgan could easily defuse the situation and hide her presence.
But this time was clearly an exception.
"Big Sis sneaking into the bedchamber in the middle of the night, is there something urgent? If someone else in the palace saw you, it wouldn't be very appropriate, would it?"
What surprised Alvin was that Artoria didn't get angry. Instead, her tone was unusually calm and composed.
In fact, this was giving Morgan a way out. If she left the chamber quietly now, what happened tonight could be considered over.
But clearly, if she would retreat so easily, she wouldn't be Morgan le Fay.
Caught in the act by her younger sister, Morgan showed no panic at all. Instead, she walked over to the window and casually poured herself a glass of water.
Turning her head toward Artoria, she said softly, "I've already heard about today's Round Table meeting."
Artoria was taken aback for a moment, then quickly muttered, "Did Little Mo reveal it?"
Mordred had also attended the Round Table meeting. If Morgan knew about it, then most likely it was her who leaked the information.
In truth, Morgan had more than one "child." Gareth was also one of them, but compared to Mordred, Gareth was practically a model student, so Artoria wouldn't suspect her first.
Seeing that Morgan didn't respond, Artoria's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of danger appeared in her gaze.
Alvin took in the woman's reaction and silently observed a moment of silence for Little Mo.
"So? Big Sis coming to the bedchamber late at night, is it for the Round Table meeting? You shouldn't have much interest in Britain's governance, right?", Artoria continued.
Morgan asked calmly, "Have you decided who to send to the border?"
Artoria frowned slightly. The words she had been about to use to reprimand Morgan for sneaking in at night were abruptly halted.
"Alvin?"
Morgan continued with a smile.
"Because he's a white dragon and one of Britain's key combat forces, so you think he's the most suitable candidate?"
"I've never thought that. I never asked him to go to the border…"
Artoria blurted out almost immediately.
She also knew just how dangerous the border, or rather, 'Attila', was, if the other party truly was a being from beyond the stars.
Even being a white dragon didn't guarantee safety.
"I figured as much. Asking Alvin to go somewhere that dangerous doesn't seem like something you would do. After all, you're a very gentle king. Completely unlike what people say about you not understanding human hearts."
Morgan casually observed her sister. A few strands of her golden hair slipped down across her forehead, resting lightly against her delicate, pale face. Her emerald-green eyes reflected Morgan's figure.
"But for a king, being too gentle isn't necessarily a good thing."
Morgan's tone remained relaxed and calm, "Someone has to go to the border. After the Round Table meeting ended, you didn't send anyone, and once Alvin learns about it, he'll definitely volunteer."
"If it were the old me, I'd probably say you're indecisive, and that this would eventually harm him."
'Why does this atmosphere feel a bit off?', Alvin watched the sisters' conversation from the side, feeling a strange, subtle discomfort.
If it were before, catching Morgan sneaking into the chamber would have made Artoria draw her holy sword immediately.
'But now, they are actually able to talk normally in the same room?'
Morgan's clear, deep eyes, like a cold lake, looked steadily at her sister as she continued, "I told Alvin earlier that for the trip to the border, we could have Little Mo take my refined concealment potion and go instead."
"Or, I have another suggestion."
Artoria's gaze shifted slightly. She looked at her older sister with a hint of surprise, clearly not expecting her to offer a suggestion on her own.
'This isn't something Morgan le Fay would have done in the past.'
Alvin was also surprised and couldn't quite figure out what Morgan was planning.
But when he looked up at her and saw the seriousness in her expression, he quickly understood.
It seemed like she genuinely wanted to help.
Realizing that, Alvin couldn't help but feel a bit gratified.
All his efforts to act as a bridge between them hadn't been for nothing… it seemed to have some effect.
"What suggestion?", Artoria asked.
"Recently, hasn't Britain been in turmoil beneath the surface? Transmigrators from other worlds, Beasts, even beings from beyond the stars stirring restlessly. I imagine you've been having quite a headache dealing with it?"
Artoria frowned and said nothing.
More than just a headache. If the 'transmigrators' arriving in Britain were only ordinary magi, it would be manageable.
But if Beasts were involved as well, that was an entirely different situation.
Seeing her sister's reaction, a beautiful curve soon appeared at the corner of Morgan's lips, "Beasts, Crest of the Stars, on your side, aside from the Knights of the Round Table, there's only that white-haired freeloader who hides in the tower all day doing nothing. Lily… when Father handed this country to you, wasn't he deliberately trying to make things difficult for you?"
"If I were you, I'd give up the throne right now. Saves you all the trouble."
Artoria's red lips parted slightly as she said expressionlessly, "Even if I gave you the throne now, you wouldn't want it."
"Of course. Back then, my desire for the throne was more of an obsession. Once I figured things out, it stopped mattering."
Morgan's gaze toward Artoria softened slightly as she continued, "I used to dislike you a lot. More precisely, I disliked this country, because it was something left behind by Father and Merlin… even now, I still hate Britain."
"Perhaps because I've always kept a low profile, whether it's the Beasts or the Crest of the Stars, they've probably subconsciously ignored me, and instead, the moment they arrived in Britain, focused all their efforts on dealing with the red dragon and the white dragon."
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