In front of the palace square, an eerie silence had taken hold.
There were still quite a few people present, yet at this moment, not a single one uttered a word.
Logically speaking, with Merlin and King Arthur just having left, the palace was now without a leader.
If Morgan wanted to, she could take advantage of her victory and seize control of the empire's future.
However… Morgan didn't do any of that. Instead, she actually had the leisure to invite Alvin for a walk?
At this rate, was she planning to spend the night in the king's chambers too…?
Gawain and the others were consumed by chaotic thoughts, but only Mordred wore a genuine smile on her face.
It had nothing to do with her, really, but just seeing her "mother" get what she wanted filled her with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
"Alvin… are you actually alive or dead?"
At this moment, after an unknown amount of time of silence, Gawain's voice suddenly rang out.
Alvin, who was still worrying about whether he was about to trigger a new CG, snapped out of it and turned his head toward the sound.
Gawain and the others were all staring at him.
Although Kay and Bedivere remained silent, their eyes conveyed what their words did not.
And it was understandable, after all, someone who was supposed to be long dead had not only reappeared alive and well, but Morgan's return to the palace also seemed entirely tied to him.
"A living person... well as real as it gets."
Alvin spoke with a faint smile.
Seeing Gawain still seemed doubtful, he hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly, "But now doesn't seem like the right time to chat. Let's sit down and talk properly when we both have some free time."
Was there really still going to be such a chance...?
Gawain silently looked at Alvin, or rather, at the witch standing by his side.
He didn't know why Merlin had taken the King into Avalon, but one thing was now certain:
—Starting today, the throne of Britain would temporarily change hands.
The glory that belonged to King Arthur had dimmed, and as remnants of that legacy, how could they possibly cling on?
Slowly, Gawain raised the Holy Sword of the sun.
"Still planning to resist at a time like this? Sometimes I really don't get what chivalry even means anymore…"
Seeing this scene, Morgan couldn't help but sigh softly, then turned around and raised the staff.
The magical energy in the air began to tremble.
It was just one motion, yet it sent a chill down the hearts of Gawain and the others.
After all, Morgan was now the 'Lady of the Island,' her power fathomless.
No one knew what kind of strength she truly held now.
But just then, a hand suddenly caught her wrist.
The magic she was about to conjure shattered in an instant.
"That's enough… Morgan."
Alvin looked up at the woman before him and said softly, "You didn't come to the palace just to slaughter everyone, did you?"
"And what do you think I came here for?"
Morgan tilted her head slightly, scrutinizing his eyes.
Alvin silently met her gaze.
Morgan le Fay, a witch, yet also like one of those elven goddesses from myth.
Her dress was formed from black magical energy, emphasizing her alluring figure, radiating a dangerously seductive charm.
Those beautiful eyes, as bright as stars, revealed a hint of coldness, as if a goddess had descended to the earth and was looking down at all the living beings in the world.
From the start, her gaze toward Alvin had shown no trace of emotion, as if she were staring at a stranger.
To be fair, if this were Alvin just after he'd transmigrated, he probably would have felt quite intimidated by Morgan le Fay.
But at this moment, he was calm and composed.
After all, he knew what kind of woman she was...
Before everyone's stunned eyes, Alvin reached out and naturally took Morgan's soft hand in his own.
"!!!"
For a brief moment, every knight present felt their heart skip a beat. Gawain, who just moments ago had been ready to die in glory, froze and twitched at the corners of his mouth.
This was Morgan le Fay, the terrifying which who had just unleashed such immense magical power that even Merlin had chosen to back off.
But at this moment, there was actually someone who dared to hold her hand in such an intimate way... ?
Although everyone already knew the relationship between Alvin and Morgan, but still, seeing this scene in person left them all visibly shaken.
Bedivere's gaze stiffened, and Kay's expression grew strange.
Mordred instinctively averted her eyes, while Gareth simply covered her face, and only peeked at the scene through the gaps between her fingertips.
Perhaps feeling too embarrassed by all the attention they were getting, the moment Alvin's warm palm touched hers, Morgan flinched as if electrocuted, almost pulling away.
But Alvin gently held on, slowly tightening his grip, savoring the cool, delicate touch of her hand.
He looked up at her slightly flustered expression and chuckled. "You were able to make such a bold move just now, and now you're getting shy?"
Morgan le Fay had always been like this.
On the surface, she seemed cold and proud, always carrying herself like an untouchable queen.
…But in reality, when it came to romance, she was completely inexperienced.
She could kiss Alvin in front of Artoria without hesitation, but when he took the initiative, the powerful witch became shy, like a girl in love.
Sure, she looked scary, but this strong-yet-soft big sis kind of charm… was actually really cute.
Alvin quietly admired her, then reached out with his other hand and gently lifted the veil on her face.
This was the first time Alvin had truly seen Morgan le Fay's real face and he was quite mesmerized.
Pale and flawless like fresh snow, adelicate oval shape with both youthful clarity and mature seductiveness.
Morgan's pink lips pressed tightly together.
A few strands of platinum-blonde hair hung down over her swan-like neck. Just below, faintly visible between her generous curves, was a glowing red rune.
That rune was vividly red, almost wickedly so, making it hard not to stare and wonder just what it truly looked like...
Noticing the boy's fixed, unblinking gaze, Morgan pursed her lips.
A faint blush had colored her face, making her already enchanting features even more alluring, but amid that beauty, a chill slowly crept in.
"Alvin… do you have a death wish?"
What followed was a voice cold as ice.
"…Sorry," Alvin apologized sincerely.
After a pause, he added gently,
"But before I die, it's been a long time since you've come back to the royal palace, hasn't it? Let me take you out to clear your mind a little."
Morgan frowned slightly, casting a disdainful glance at the hand still holding hers, like a proud tsundere.
"…"
After a long silence, she gave a soft "mm."
"…Fine. I'll give you this chance."
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