[Imaginary Materialisation Activated]
The White Dragon's domain spread out silently.
The holy sword in his hand seemed to carry the echo of countless Knights of the Round Table chanting through the hall.
The light within the golden holy sword grew denser and denser.
Alvin raised the Promised Sword of Victory.
"Ex…"
"Calibur!"
Rumble!
Heaven and earth blurred into vastness. Huge cracks spread across the hall. The magical light flames within the golden holy sword surged like an ocean, splitting sky and land apart, as if it could shatter everything in this world.
Compared to Alvin's past battles with others, this was the true Promised Sword of Victory. At its peak power, combined with the magical energy granted by Tiamat and Arcueid, everything flowed into the Promised Sword of Victory at this moment.
The sword that saves the stars truly manifested in this instant, illuminating the world.
BOOM!
The Promised Sword of Victory seemed to blast through everything. The leaden clouds in the sky split open, and a golden beam descended from above.
———
Deep within Millennium Castle, Arcueid seemed to sense something and abruptly opened her eyes.
Without bothering to change clothes, still wearing a white silk nightgown that outlined her alluring figure, she hurried to the balcony.
"Lady Arcueid…"
A maid rushed over from the side, her voice tinged with panic.
Arcueid stared in the direction of the Hun Empire. After a long while, she let out a faint breath.
"I really underestimated him."
She had originally thought that if Alvin ran into trouble later and came to her for help, she could take the opportunity to build goodwill.
But now it seemed… after this battle, until the end of the Age of Gods, no enemy would dare approach Britain again.
———
Just as Arcueid expected, the battle between Alvin and Attila drew attention from all sides almost that very night.
In a remote small town, Sessyoin had been preparing to rest when she suddenly heard a tremor in the distance.
She hurried out of her room. When she looked up, she saw a golden pillar of light filled with destructive aura piercing through heaven and earth.
Her gaze turned serious as she stared in that direction. After a long time, she suddenly let out a soft laugh, "The Promised Sword of Victory… looks like he held back last time."
———
Those who noticed the disturbance at the border included even the transmigrators currently in the royal city of Britain.
Tohsaka Tokiomi was among them.
The moment he heard the commotion, he rushed outside the city. Because of the distance, he could only vaguely see a streak of golden light.
Even so, since Alvin had used the Promised Sword of Victory during the previous Holy Grail War, Tokiomi quickly realized something after a brief moment of thought.
'The power of the White Dragon really is terrifying,' Tokiomi sighed inwardly, clenching his fist unconsciously, a hint of excitement rising within him.
If in the next Holy Grail War Rin could have such a Servant, wouldn't the Tohsaka family have a great chance of becoming the final victor?
Thinking of this, urgency and anticipation filled his heart.
———
Morgan stood quietly in the plaza outside the hall. The cold wind brushed through her silver hair, accentuating her cold yet stunning face.
Although her expression remained calm, anyone who knew her could tell she was anxious.
After all, Attila was no ordinary enemy, she was a being from beyond the heavens. In this battle, there might even be many enemies watching from the shadows.
Even though she trusted Alvin, she couldn't help but worry.
"Big sis."
At that moment, a young man's voice came from inside the hall.
Morgan turned her head. When she saw Alvin, a faint smile quickly appeared on her cool face, "Looks like it went smoothly. Did you win?"
Alvin walked down from the steps, shook his head, and smiled, "I didn't win, but I didn't lose either."
"What do you mean?"
Morgan raised an eyebrow slightly, not quite understanding.
Alvin only smiled, then turned to look at the palace hall behind him.
Morgan followed his gaze, and her pupils suddenly shrank.
Behind the palace built with white walls, there stood an enormous white figure, silently towering there, staring indifferently in their direction.
The Giant God Attila.
Because of the power of the Promised Sword of Victory, she had no choice but to reveal her true form.
If the battle continued, even if a victor were decided, the cost would be devastating. Both of them understood this clearly, so Alvin and Attila tacitly chose to stop.
"Let's go back," Alvin said.
Morgan stared at the white giant, far taller than the palace itself. After a long while, she quietly withdrew her gaze and left together with Alvin.
———
That night, a long-overdue banquet was held in the royal palace of Britain to welcome Alvin and Morgan back.
Among the crowd, Alvin noticed a very familiar figure.
From the moment the banquet began, she had been staring at him, her gaze rather unfriendly.
"Miss Scathach, why do you keep staring at me?"
"What do you think?"
A dangerous curve formed at the corner of Scathach's lips, "White Dragon… don't you think you played a bit dirty in our last fight?"
"Dirty how? I called my mom fair and square. If you've got a way, you can call backup too."
Alvin spoke with complete seriousness.
Scathach was choked by his words. Though she wanted to argue, she couldn't find a point to refute.
This was the most frustrating thing she had ever encountered… losing to Alvin alone would have been fine, but he directly summoned the Mother Goddess of Creation… what kind of fight is that?
Even though she wanted to challenge him again right now, she refrained from ruining the banquet atmosphere and only narrowed her red eyes, glaring at him with displeasure.
Suddenly, a flash of blue lightning crossed her mind, and her eyes lit up.
Come to think of it, if she wanted to fight him, it didn't have to be in Britain.
After all, Alvin could summon Tiamat now purely because of the White Dragon Furnace Core, but what about after the decline of the Age of Gods?
For example… the modern era.
By then, could the White Dragon Furnace Core still support him in summoning Tiamat?
At that thought, an idea had already formed in her mind.
The Holy Grail War!
It was said Alvin had participated in the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki last time. She wondered, would he be interested in the Fifth Holy Grail War?
As if imagining something amusing, a faint smile quickly curved on Scathach's lips.
———
Late that night, after the banquet ended, Alvin didn't return to his bedchamber immediately. Instead, he went to Tiamat's room.
Knock! Knock!
"Tia… can I come in?"
An "Aaa" sound came from inside.
'So that means I can go in,' Alvin pushed the door open and soon saw the Mother Goddess of Creation, radiating maternal warmth, though her demeanor was a bit absent-minded and cute.
"Did you have fun at the banquet today?"
Alvin asked with a gentle smile.
The banquet hadn't just been attended by Britain's high-ranking officials. This Mother Goddess had also come in disguise… but to avoid drawing attention, Alvin hadn't greeted her during the banquet and chose to see her afterward.
["There were a lot of people. It was lively."]
Tiamat wrote in her notebook.
Alvin thought, of course it was lively. The Knights of the Round Table, nobles, even people from the Clock Tower were there, though he didn't expect her to eat and drink freely without any social anxiety.
["Many people were talking about you today,"] Tiamat wrote.
The battle between the White Dragon and Attila had already spread across Britain that very day. Many now knew Britain's true strength was unfathomable, and according to Merlin, those powerful enemies that had once lurked beneath the lake had already left this ancient land.
As for the reason, no one wanted to face the White Dragon's Promised Sword of Victory head-on.
After all, although the sword was powerful, each use consumed a massive amount of magical energy, but even at the end of the Age of Gods, the White Dragon Furnace Core could still grant immense power. No one knew how many times the White Dragon could unleash the "Promised Sword of Victory."
Once, they might prepare defenses in advance, but twice, or even three times?
Not to mention that even if they got past the White Dragon, there were still King Arthur and Morgan le Fay watching like tigers behind him.
["But I can feel it, the land of the Age of Gods is about to end."]
Tiamat continued writing.
When she mentioned this, her eyes dimmed noticeably.
Once the Age of Gods ended, Britain would gradually reach its conclusion. And at that time, she would return to that empty Imaginary World and fall into slumber again.
Even Alvin could only accompany her for a while.
The long stretch of time afterward would have to be endured by her alone.
Alvin seemed to understand her disappointment. After a brief silence, he asked, "Have you been happy in Britain during this time?"
Tiamat nodded lightly, but her mood was clearly low, "But soon, I'll be alone again."
"Not necessarily."
Alvin suddenly said, "Maybe even in the modern era, I'll still have a way to see you."
Tiamat's beautiful eyes lit up at first, but soon she lowered her head again in disappointment, "My Saint Graph… can't be sustained in the modern era."
"What if it's not a Beast-level Saint Graph?"
Alvin smiled, "For example… just a Servant-level Saint Graph?"
Normally, an existence like Tiamat wouldn't be able to manifest even through Heroic Spirit summoning.
But if Tiamat created a 'younger' version of herself as a separate body… then it could be summoned by the Holy Grail.
However, it required one of her relics.
Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but quietly examine the woman in front of him.
'Come to think of it… Tiamat isn't wearing any clothes at all. Her 'clothing' is formed from the Sea of Life. How am I supposed to obtain her relic?'
Sensing Alvin's gaze on her, the gentle and slightly absent-minded woman's cheeks turned faintly red. She seemed a bit uneasy as she shook her head slightly. Her enchanting crimson eyes looked misty under the light, glimmering softly.
She raised her notebook to cover her face, leaving only her bright eyes visible as she looked at him with a slightly aggrieved expression. Words appeared on the notebook, ["Don't keep staring at me… it's embarrassing."]
'I do like the usual cute, absent-minded Tiamat… but this side of her is also pretty adorable?'
Alvin suddenly thought of something. His eyes lit up, "I've got it… Mother, I have a way to summon you in a future Holy Grail War, but I'll need something from you."
Tiamat tilted her head, ["What?"]
'Why do I feel like if I said it required going to bed first, she'd believe it,' Seeing her tilted head and innocent look, Alvin felt a stir in his heart, a sudden impulse that threatened to blur into something else.
He suppressed the thought for now, looked into Tiamat's eyes, and said slowly, word by word, "A relic."
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