The Two Sisters: Pick One

The atmosphere in the hall seemed to grow rather strange at some point.

Although many men and women were still dancing gracefully in the ballroom, more and more eyes were secretly glancing at that stunning, enchanting beauty not far away.

Even if they didn't exactly know the details, any discerning person could see the tension between Morgan and Artoria.

As for that young man… he looked very much like a sacrificial lamb caught between two sisters.

Right now, no matter whose invitation Alvin accepted, the other party would likely be displeased, perhaps even feel humiliated.

But speaking of which… why had King Arthur been the first to invite Alvin to dance?

Just a coincidence?

Or… had some of his magical talent caught King Arthur's eye?

For a moment, the minds of the magis on the transmigrators' side began to stir with curiosity.

Reines sat in the hall, watching the young man with a doubtful gaze, then couldn't help but mutter softly:

"Alvin really is unlucky… he seriously needs to check if his luck stat has gone negative."

No matter how you looked at it, Alvin was indeed quite unfortunate.

Everyone knew that Artoria and Morgan le Fay didn't get along.

If it had only been Artoria inviting Alvin to dance, that might have been fine.

But now…

He was directly caught in a dilemma.

These two sisters were both extremely proud in nature; if Alvin chose either one of them, the other would definitely be very displeased.

Thinking of this, Reines subconsciously looked at Gray again.

She had originally thought that Gray would be even more worried about Alvin than herself.

However, the gray-haired girl seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, her previously tense body gradually relaxing.

"Gray, aren't you worried that that guy will get caught up in the whirlpool between King Arthur and her sister?" Reines couldn't help but ask.

"I am worried… but it's still okay." Gray softly said.

Compared to the secret of the 'White Dragon Furnace Core' being exposed, the current situation already seemed acceptable to Gray.

She had originally thought that King Arthur had detected the abnormality in Alvin's magic, but now it seemed that the other party simply wanted to invite Alvin to dance.

But why exactly…?

Gray's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and at a certain moment, an utterly absurd idea suddenly flashed through her mind.

After all, Alvin had always been quite popular among the senior girls of the Clock Tower; after all, his appearance was indeed very appealing to older women…

Could it be… King Arthur also wants to ....?

At this moment, in the golden hall, there was another person also watching in Alvin's direction, secretly taking pleasure in his misfortune.

King Marco.

As a former high noble who had once been 'oppressed' by Alvin, upon seeing the youth's dazed expression at this moment, a faint smile appeared on King Marco's face: "I didn't expect that I wouldn't even need to do anything , he's already gotten himself into such trouble."

At the man's side was the lord of the Clock Tower, Barthomeloi, who had been conversing with him just a while ago.

If the Clock Tower were to cooperate with Britain in the future, they would naturally need reliable allies in Britain.

And King Marco, as a high noble, was just such an 'ally' worth befriending.

Upon hearing King Marco's words, Barthomeloi raised her delicate eyebrows slightly and said,

"You don't seem to like Alvin very much… Did he offend you before, King Marco?"

King Marco snorted coldly and said, "How many people in Britain actually like him? Miss Barthomeloi, don't blame me for not warning you: if you want to establish yourself firmly in Britain in the future, it's best not to get too close to him."

"After all, I'm not the only high noble he has offended."

Hearing his words, Barthomeloi was clearly taken aback.

From the perspective of this lord of the Department of Political and Legal Affairs, Alvin was at most Kenneth's favored disciple.

Moreover, in the repeated negotiation meetings with the Clock Tower this time, even Aozaki Touko had inadvertently mentioned him, with clear admiration.

…When had he also offended so many of Britain's high nobles?

Perhaps seeing the doubt in Barthomeloi's eyes, King Marco glanced over the bustling banquet scene and said faintly,

"This matter isn't convenient to discuss here. If Miss Barthomeloi is interested, you can visit my estate afterward for a chat."

A trace of curiosity flashed through Barthomeloi's beautiful eyes, and she slowly nodded, "Since King Marco has extended such a warm invitation, if there's a chance after this banquet, I will certainly pay a visit."

After a brief conversation between the two, Barthomeloi once again turned her gaze toward Alvin, her eyes gradually showing a thoughtful expression.

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As for what was being discussed over at the banquet, Alvin naturally had no idea.

At this moment, his body was frozen in place, like a white statue that could be blown away by the wind at any time.

Big sister, are you seriously planning to start a sisters' battle with Lily at the banquet?!

If it were a sisters' battle in the bedchamber, Alvin wouldn't mind.

Just imagine, two sisters with such beautiful appearances, but completely opposite temperaments, on the same bed… just thinking about it was enough to make one's heart race.

But at the banquet? Better not.

If possible, Alvin really didn't want to have to use force to stop a fight between them.

Sensing Artoria's cold, emotionless gaze, Alvin finally came back to his senses.

At the same time, he sincerely wished Merlin happiness and peace.

If Merlin had just told him in advance, Alvin wouldn't be in such a passive position right now.

No wonder White Moonlight had entered its Reverse state.

No wonder when he first entered the venue, it had been flashing like a death star… At this moment, Alvin finally understood.

Turns out [Reverse · White Moonlight] had already warned him… it's just that the description had been so misleading that Alvin hadn't realized how serious the situation was.

The tag had described it as: "Perhaps there will be some surprises."

What the hell kind of surprise is this?!

If this keeps developing, his personal interface would probably be reminding him next to unlock a new black room CG.

…Would anyone actually feel surprised after ending up in the black room?

Just as Alvin was still lost in chaotic thoughts, a delicate, fair little hand from Morgan had already taken his hand, about to pull him toward the center of the dance floor.

"Big sister King, did you forget about me?"

Yet at this moment, Artoria stepped forward first, blocking Morgan.

Immediately after, the face of this King Arthur showed a dangerous smile.

"Even so, there should be some respect for first come, first served, no? Besides, with the relationship between him and me, it certainly isn't your turn to invite him to dance."

As she said this, Artoria brushed Morgan's hand aside and placed Alvin behind her.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her holy blue eyes reflecting the golden lights, appearing so sacred and noble, with a cold and unapproachable aura.

She released her hostility without the slightest politeness, even Morgan rarely saw this side of Artoria.

Morgan narrowed her eyes, silently sizing up the Knight King before her.

Soon, she smiled sweetly: "You seem rather lacking in confidence, Lily?"

"It's just a dance, nothing bad… or are you worried that in the time of a single dance, our bond would leave you far behind?"

As the two spoke, a deep black barrier surrounded them, centered around the two of them, preventing anyone from eavesdropping.

Artoria was finally angered as her brow arched slightly, and she said coldly: "Since when did you two have a bond? Why didn't I know about it?"

"Is this so-called bond referring to the vulgar methods of seduction you used in the beginning?"

That line was truly cutting.

Although Morgan later genuinely felt Alvin's sincerity when they were together—

But—

When she had first approached Alvin, it was indeed purely for the sake of getting revenge on her younger sister; she had wanted to seduce her sister's husband into her bed.

Even though their relationship had rapidly deepened afterward, Morgan still somewhat minded this matter.

This is bad, they're really about to tear into each other… And Lily and Morgan haven't even started going all out yet. If this keeps going, even if they don't fight here at the banquet, they'll probably come after me once we're back…

Alvin's heart sank, and cold sweat began to trickle down.

At this moment, he suddenly sensed a gaze, and followed it to see Mordred, looking at him with worry.

Without changing his expression, Alvin signaled to Mordred with his eyes.

Then he slightly opened his mouth and used a special magic to transmit his voice directly to Mordred's mind:

"Little Mo, do me a favor."

Mordred was momentarily stunned, then instinctively looked up, hearing Alvin's voice continue in her mind,

"Go help me find Merlin."

Seeing Mordred silently nod and then quietly slip out of the venue, Alvin finally withdrew his gaze.

Whoever tied the bell must untie it…

Since this mess was Merlin's doing… let Merlin clean it up himself.

Of course, before Merlin arrived, Alvin still had to find a way to stabilize the situation…

Thinking of this, Alvin slowly raised his head, just in time to notice that the gazes of both sisters were fixed upon him.

Artoria's expression was calm, while Morgan's eyes faintly carried a trace of expectation… along with a certain unease and nervousness.

Although she was usually accustomed to being strong and domineering, one had to know that, for many years after Alvin's death, her sole spiritual support had been the resurrection of the White Dragon.

Even though she possessed the power of the Isle's Sovereign, enough to overturn all of Britain, in essence, she was still a very fragile woman.

Though neither of the sisters spoke at this moment, their intentions were now crystal clear, this was telling him: Choose one.

Alvin's eyelid twitched slightly, because he noticed that the Reverse · White Moonlight in his personal interface, which had been flashing wildly just now, had now stopped flashing.

At the same time, a prompt box with a red exclamation mark quietly appeared in front of him on his interface.

[Your next choice will have far-reaching consequences. Please decide carefully.]

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