The Thirteen Seals of the Holy Sword, with the consent of the Seven, had finally been released, revealing its true form.
At that moment, even the usually composed Round Table Knights, including Gawain, wore unusually grave expressions.
Mordred's eyes were filled with wariness.
When Morgan had created her, she had clearly stated her hope that Mordred would defeat Artoria.
But Morgan also mentioned a critical premise, to defeat Artoria, one must first take her sword.
And yet now, with Artoria still holding the Holy Sword, Morgan had come knocking at the door... Just what trump card was she hiding?
"A Holy Sword with part of its power unleashed, huh?"
Feeling the searing heat as though it could melt everything, Morgan slowly lifted her head, only to show a charming smile.
"Even Vortigern back then would've had a massive headache upon seeing the Holy Sword unsealed."
However, hearing her words, Artoria couldn't help but frown slightly.
Because it was too strange.
Normally, even Morgan would have to treat the Holy Sword with her full power.
But her current attitude seemed far too relaxed.
Standing at the side, Merlin stared suspiciously at this stunningly beautiful woman, before an ominous premonition rising in his heart for some unknown reason.
Something in the air, a kind of active magic, seemed to be stirring.
In Britannia, Artoria, who had inherited the title of King Arthur and fought on home soil, would receive a special boost.
Even without the scabbard, defeating her in Britannia was nearly impossible.
However...
Right now, Merlin could clearly sense a change in Morgan's magical circuits.
No, it wasn't just her circuits, even her aura and temperament had changed completely!
The Knights of the Round Table also faintly sensed something was off.
Mordred stared intently at Morgan and muttered, "Strange… why does Mother's magic feel different from before?"
Possessing the blood of the Red Dragon and the White Dragon, Mordred had incredibly keen senses.
Not to mention, she had been by Morgan's side for years and was more than familiar with her magical energy.
Yet at this moment, she felt that the aura from this witch was utterly unfamiliar.
A trace of fear flashed in Gareth's eyes as she softly said, "She doesn't really feel like the 'mother' we knew anymore…"
Suddenly, as if something dawned on him, Merlin's expression changed drastically. "No — this magical energy is—!!"
—The Power of the Isle!
"King, get back!!"
Indeed, when fighting on home soil, Artoria received a bonus.
However… at this moment, Morgan too had gained the same territorial blessing.
Back then, to ensure the continuation of the mystic legacy, King Uther had worked with Merlin in secret to create the Red Dragon of Britannia… and from that, Artoria was born.
But neither the late king nor Merlin could have imagined that the power meant to end with Uther's generation… would now reemerge through Morgan.
Morgan had been orchestrating her schemes from behind the scenes for years.
And today, she had effectively turned all of Britannia into her dominion!
Morgan le Fay now stood as the true inheritor of the Isle of Britannia's power!
She was both Artoria's sister Morgan le Fay and the dark aspect of the Lady of the Lake — Vivian.
When she descended in the role of Master of the Isle, Morgan le Fay could surpass the Fallen King Vortigern and even overpower Artoria with her territorial buff.
Yet with the Holy Sword's seals released, Artoria would never retreat.
She stepped forward and struck first, unleashing the Holy Sword whose seal had been lifted.
The blade could no longer be seen, only an overwhelming golden light that lit up the sky, filled with a razor-sharp brilliance as it shot forth.
That slash sent shockwaves across the entire isle of Britannia, even the transmigrators were shaken!
Facing the oncoming Holy Sword, Morgan slowly closed her eyes.
She raised her royal scepter.
In that instant, her magical energy became tangible, wrapping around her body and forming a gorgeous, intricately layered black gown.
Morgan's eyes snapped open, the golden brilliance of the Holy Sword seemed to reflect within them, her gaze overflowing with dazzling splendor.
A dense wave of True Ether coiled at her feet, as if willingly kneeling in submission to her.
Her hair danced wildly, each strand distinct.
In her form as the Master of the Isle, Morgan le Fay swung her scepter forward.
Azure magic transformed into a beam of light, clashing with the unsealed Holy Sword.
If one looked closely, they would notice that the once-unstoppable blade of the Holy Sword was now gradually being erased.
The shattered golden radiance left deep scars across the earth.
Any experienced mage seeing this would be utterly stunned.
To a mage, every trace left by the Holy Sword was filled with unimaginable, terrifying magical power, equal to a high-tier spell.
Yet this terrifying sword had not harmed Morgan in the slightest.
Gawain seemed to realize something and muttered,""This is bad… Over these years, Morgan wasn't just plotting the resurrection of the White Dragon.
She must have planned long ago to return to Camelot and seize the throne of Britannia."
Bedivere immediately understood and said gravely, "We must help the King!"
But just as he drew his sword, he suddenly saw the white-haired mage raise a hand in their direction — a gesture to "stop."
Bedivere looked at Merlin with deep distrust, but out of respect for his status, he hesitated, choosing to see what Merlin intended.
The white-haired mage slowly raised his staff and muttered, "I really don't want to interfere with their fight… but if this goes on, Britannia will fall to pieces."
More importantly… if King Arthur and Morgan were to destroy each other, certain 'futures' seen through his clairvoyance might actually come to pass.
With that thought, Merlin raised his staff and tapped it against the ground.
—Garden of Avalon — The Eternally Isolated Utopia!
A world named Avalon unfolded before them!
Morgan seemed to realize something and let out a cold snort.
Magic gathered within her scepter as she launched an attack toward Merlin, who was in the process of opening Avalon!
Merlin suddenly looked up and shouted toward the boy beside Morgan, "Alvin!"
Alvin swiftly raised his head, his golden eyes flashing with brilliance!
Then, he let out a low, obscure growl as the destructive, devouring magic of the White Dragon surged forth, instantly shattering the magical energy Morgan had gathered.
At the same time, the world of Avalon had already opened.
Artoria felt a force pulling at her.
She froze for a moment, then as if realizing something, her eyes flared with fury and she shouted, enunciating every word. "Mer—lin—!!"
Avalon was the land of the fairies and very few in this world could reach it.
Merlin, Morgan, and Artoria were among those few.
Morgan and Merlin were considered part of the fairy kind, while King Arthur qualified due to her special status.
At this point, Artoria and Morgan were at each other's throats.
To cool things down, they first needed to be separated.
But if Morgan were taken into Avalon, as a fairy, she would have countless ways to escape.
Therefore, Merlin made his decision, to bring Artoria into the world of Avalon.
There was no doubt that this was a move that would offend her greatly… but, at this moment, Merlin no longer cared.
At this point, what's one more debt when you're already deep in?
Still, he pitied the ones left behind at the palace...
Merlin looked up at Alvin and smiled. "I'll leave it to you now, Alvin."
With a flash of light, the world of Avalon vanished, and along with it, Merlin and Artoria disappeared.
The royal palace, which had been engulfed in battle, finally returned to silence.
A strange stillness lingered between those present.
The Knights of the Round Table stood frozen, staring at this dangerously powerful and seductive woman, none dared make a move for a while.
Now that King Arthur and Merlin were both gone… even if they did act, it might be pointless.
Morgan lifted her gaze toward the grand and solemn palace, muttering to herself, "To think… I'd return in this manner."
"You really stirred up quite a mess this time," Alvin sighed softly.
"It's better than someone sneaking back without saying a word, no?" Morgan's voice was as cold as ever.
She paused for a moment, then murmured thoughtfully, "Although… I suppose it wasn't completely silent. At least Lily knew you had returned."
Alvin's eyelid twitched hard.
At that moment, the domain beneath Morgan's feet silently dissipated.
Her expression was calm and natural, as if none of what had happened just moments ago had ever occurred.
She turned her head to look at the boy, staring at him for a long, long time, with an extremely complicated look in her eyes."You really haven't changed at all."
Soon after, Morgan gave a lovely, radiant smile.
"It's been a long time since I last walked through the palace. Would you accompany me for a stroll?"
Though her smile was dazzlingly beautiful, her tone was utterly cold and devoid of emotion.
Alvin: "…"
Why does it feel like I just triggered a new CG event…?
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