Tiamat’s Unique Magic Bestowal, White Dragon Hearth in Evolution...(3.4K words)

Merlin sat in Avalon's tower, resting his chin on his hand, looking utterly troubled.

It had been three days since Alvin disappeared.

In these past three days, the cooperation between the higher-ups of the transmigrators and Britain had gradually entered the right track after repeated negotiations.

However—

If Alvin still didn't return, Merlin figured he probably wouldn't be able to see Britain's future.

Morgan and Artoria might even come chase him to Avalon and drag him out.

If it were anywhere in the present world, his Clairvoyance would still function.

But the Imaginary Number Space was the one place Clairvoyance could not observe.

How exactly was he supposed to find him…? Merlin sighed silently to himself.

Just then, a faint tremor suddenly buzzed in his mind.

…A voice from another world!

Alvin actually found the way back on his own?!

Realizing this, Merlin's eyes lit up instantly, and a faint smile quickly surfaced on his face.

Should he say, this is indeed Alvin… even after entering the Imaginary Number Space, he managed to find his way back in less than three days?

Clairvoyance quietly activated, and with a face full of smiles, Merlin looked toward the location where the exit of the Imaginary Number Space had just opened.

"Huh? Why is there a woman next to him?"

Merlin's eyes narrowed, and a look of confusion flashed across his face.

Moreover, the way the magic was flowing was rather unusual…

After a brief moment of confusion, Merlin let out a soft chuckle.

"Never mind, let me take a good look at who it is then…"

In an instant, his Clairvoyance grew deeper, and at the same time, the woman's magical presence became clearer and clearer in his vision.

"…"

"…"

After staring closely for quite some time, the smile on the white-haired mage's face slowly faded bit by bit, and cold sweat unknowingly seeped from his forehead.

"Ti… Tiamat?!"

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"Am I seeing things?"

Merlin rubbed his eyes hard, seemingly in disbelief, his expression filled with astonishment.

Although his Clairvoyance allowed him to observe the present, if he wished, he could even catch glimpses of the past or fragments of the future.

Precisely because of that, this court mage knew very well what was destined to happen in the "future."

The Seven Beasts, they are obstacles to the advancement of humanity… and among them, Tiamat was one of the most troublesome.

At the very least, up until now, Merlin still didn't know whether humanity's future could continue after Tiamat's appearance.

Alvin, who couldn't be observed by Clairvoyance, was already a headache on his own, and now here comes another heavyweight…

And the scariest part was that the two of them had actually met and both were in Britain right now.

On top of that, there was the ticking time bomb named Manaka Saijyou…

Even as the court mage, Merlin was now sweating profusely.

He had accidentally sent Alvin into the Imaginary Number Space, and yet in less than three days, not only had this guy strolled right out of it, he somehow even managed to bring Tiamat out with him.

"This won't do. I can't let those two roam free. I need to think of a solution…"

Very quickly, Merlin came to that conclusion in his heart.

However, just as he was looking at Tiamat, the woman seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up, her confused gaze turning in Merlin's direction.

Their eyes met.

If it were Alvin, he'd probably say outright: "What the hell are you staring at me for?"

But Tiamat wouldn't do that.

She simply didn't like being secretly watched. So, she tilted her head and let out a puzzled sound.

"Aaa?"

The moment the sound fell, Merlin suddenly felt as though an enormous monstrous presence was looming behind him.

Boom!

That instant wave of pressure made him instantly cut off his Clairvoyance. His whole body collapsed to the floor as he muttered to himself:

"Why… why on earth is she appearing in Britain…"

The Mother Goddess of Creation who was supposed to appear in Mesopotamian mythologies in the future, had actually become a transmigrator, and even stepped onto the land of Britain following the White Dragon?

It was fortunate that the White Dragon was Alvin and not Vortigern, otherwise, these two 'monsters' joining forces… Britain's history might really have been overturned completely.

Just the thought of it sent chills down Merlin's spine.

And while ge was still quietly feeling relieved, on the other side, Tiamat had just withdrawn her gaze.

She furrowed her brows lightly, puffed out her little cheeks, looking rather displeased.

"He's annoying, isn't he?"

Seeing this, Alvin asked with a smile.

Tiamat gave a slight nod and wrote in her little notebook: "I don't like being peeped at."

Very quickly, she seemed to realize something else and asked further,

"Do you know him?"

"Not really. He's just a mage who knows a bit of magic and swordplay." Alvin continued, "His name is Merlin. Just now he was probably peeping at you from Avalon…"

"If you want to teach him a lesson, I can think of a way to lure him out later."

Tiamat was slightly stunned, and looked at Alvin.

"Aaaaaa? (Won't that affect your relationship?)"

"It's fine. If it can make you a bit happier… then it doesn't matter even if my relationship with him worsens," Alvin said.

After all, his relationship with Merlin had never been good in the first place.

At the end of the day… even if he were targeted, Merlin wouldn't show much of an emotional reaction.

He is an emotionless nightmare, after all.

"Aaa…" Tiamat nodded thoughtfully, seemingly considering Alvin's suggestion.

While the two chatted, they unknowingly walked near the central area of Britain.

Not far away, a white European-style building stood between the heavens and earth.

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Camelot, the royal capital.

Suddenly, Tiamat seemed to recall something and asked, "Aaaaa? (Where are we going now?)"

In fact, it wasn't that Tiamat couldn't speak.

On one hand, she had slept for far too long, and in that time, human languages had evolved countless times.

On the other hand, both her magical energy and authority were so powerful that even speaking could strongly affect others emotionally, possibly even causing them to "fall to darkness."

Most of the time, she would convey her words to others through singing.

"I'm taking you for a walk, to relax a little and to show you what ancient Britain looks like."

As Alvin spoke, he smiled and looked toward a nearby manor nestled by mountains and water.

"Is that where you live?" Tiamat asked.

"No," Alvin shook his head, "It's where an 'old friend' lives. I can take you to see it."

"Won't that cause trouble for you?" Tiamat asked with some concern.

After all, her identity as a Beast was far too unique.

Wherever she went, people would usually look at her with either strangeness or fear.

In fact just the fact that Alvin didn't show any fear toward her had already come as a surprise to her.

"It won't. The high nobles of Britain are all very hospitable and polite in speech… You'll see soon enough."

After speaking, Alvin looked up at the large manor ahead, belonging to King Marko as a faint smile forming on his face.

To be honest, when he brought Tiamat's spirit body out of the Imaginary Number Space, he had considered whether he should take her directly back to the palace.

But then he remembered that the matter between Morgan and Artoria was still unresolved.

If he brought an unfamiliar woman back to the palace right now…

Alvin felt like he might explode on the spot.

So, better to take it one step at a time…

Letting out a quiet sigh in his heart, Alvin held Tiamat's hand and walked straight toward the entrance of the manor.

Outside King Mark's estate, at that moment, many knights clad in armor were patrolling the area.

Each knight exuded a faint aura of killing intent, and beneath their steel masks, one could vaguely feel their sharp gazes.

Their armor clanged with heavy sounds as they moved.

When they reached the manor, Alvin held Tiamat with one hand, leaped over the high wall, and gently landed in a corner of the estate.

"Aaaaa? (Why are we sneaking in?)"

"King Mark is a very enthusiastic and hospitable noble. I was worried you might not be able to handle his enthusiasm at first," Alvin said warmly.

Tiamat had already lost her trust and hope in living beings.

If she came out and saw everyone being so "unfriendly," she might return in disappointment and declare,

"This world full of schemes and deceit, so, it should just be destroyed already!"

The woman didn't dwell on it.

She just silently followed behind Alvin, her eyes curiously scanning the surrounding layout.

As the two walked through the estate, atop a crooked tree in the distance, a red-haired knight was sitting quietly, staring solemnly at the unexpected guests who had just entered.

Alvin seemed to sense something and looked up. He soon smiled and greeted warmly, "Tristan, what are you doing up in that tree?"

Tristan leapt down from the tree and silently arrived in front of Alvin.

His tone was unusually deep as he said, "Do you have any idea that Lady Morgan and the King have been searching for you everywhere these past few days?"

"I didn't know, but I could guess." Alvin pondered for a moment, then continued, "Don't worry. I'll return soon."

"Besides… wouldn't it be kind of awkward if I went back right now?"

Tristan was stunned for a moment before he noticed the blue-haired woman standing beside Alvin.

Wasn't this guy sent into the Imaginary Number Space by Merlin? How is it that after being missing for three days, not only did he come back alive and well, but he also returned with a strange woman at his side?

And those huge horns on her head that looked like a demon's, no matter how you looked at them, she definitely didn't seem like any ordinary mage…

If Lady Morgan were to see this…

Tristan seemed to imagine some unpleasant scene.

His expression shifted slightly, but he quickly said, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's go to the garden."

With that, he led the two of them along a secluded path into the garden.

Under the warm, golden sunlight, a delicate white jade table was laid with a tea set.

On it was freshly brewed black tea, just made by Tristan's lover.

Beside it sat a plate of soft white bread and cookies, along with some fruit platters.

As Tiamat stepped into the garden, her gaze immediately landed on the afternoon tea snacks atop the white jade table.

"This was just prepared by my lover Isolde. She hasn't touched it yet. If you don't mind, feel free to try some," Tristan said with a gentle smile.

But Tiamat didn't move.

She simply turned her head slightly and looked at Alvin.

Though she didn't speak, her pair of bright crimson eyes held a trace of hopeful anticipation.

You're looking at me with eyes like that, how could I possibly say no… Alvin silently nodded.

After receiving Alvin's permission, Tiamat finally stepped forward to the table.

She bent her knees slightly and sat down, picked up the black tea, then grabbed a piece of white bread from the table and began to taste it in small, delicate bites.

Tristan, watching this scene, couldn't help but deeply furrow his brows.

He pulled Alvin to the side, his tone low and heavy, "Alvin, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"If Lady Morgan or the King finds out about this… even I won't be able to save you."

Not only had he escaped the Imaginary Number Space alive and well, he was now out on a date with such a beautiful woman, and Alvin even brought her here to King Mark's estate to relax…

Tristan couldn't even imagine what would happen if those two saw this scene.

"This is a long story, but don't worry—I know what I'm doing."

Seeing that Tristan still didn't look at ease, Alvin lightly patted his shoulder and added, "Tristan, you're good at everything, except you always overthink and worry too much. You're just being paranoid."

Besides, he had just come back from the Imaginary Number Space.

Even if Morgan did sense something, she'd never guess he was hanging out in King Mark's estate right now.

More importantly, Tiamat had once experienced betrayal, so deeply that she now viewed all living beings in this world as "aliens."

Taking her out for a walk right now was also to help her correct that mindset.

When it comes down to it, he's doing this for the sake of humanity!

"You… sigh!"

Tristan looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

However, when he saw Alvin's calm and composed smile, he ultimately just sighed.

"Take care of yourself. If there's anything I can help with, just let me know."

"For now, nothing in particular. If I had to ask… during the three days I was gone, nothing major happened in Britain, right?" Alvin asked curiously.

Tristan shook his head. "After that dinner party, the upper echelon of the transmigrators and Britain began to have more frequent contact, and the relationship between the two sides has eased considerably."

"Lately, some modern-day magi often exchange insights with Britain's upper class, and they've even been helping maintain order among the transmigrators."

As if remembering something, Tristan added, "As for my uncle—he had a very important guest arrive today."

Alvin raised his brows in interest. "Who?"

"The Lord of the Department of Law and Politics from the Clock Tower… Barthomeloi Lorelei."

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"Modern magecraft may not be as strong as that of the Age of Gods, but some of its techniques are certainly worth learning."

Within King Mark's estate, at this very moment, a plump man dressed in a bright red noble robe rose to his feet and shook hands with the woman standing before him.

"Today has truly been fruitful—all thanks to you, Miss Barthomeloi."

The smile on his face was filled with unmistakable joy, and his words carried genuine gratitude.

"I've also gained much today. This can only be considered an exchange of information between us" Barthomeloi replied.

She extended her hand to shake King Mark's.

On that always cold and arrogant face of hers, a faint smile appeared as well.

Alvin… She first heard that name from the mouths of Kayneth and Aozaki Touko.

But today, from King Mark's mouth, she heard a very different, and very intriguing story.

The story of the White Dragon.

The Watchman of Camelot, Alvin… husband of King Arthur, and once a "monster" feared by the ancient British nobility.

Yet history recorded no name for the Watchman.

If not for King Mark, she would never have known that the Watchman's real name was Alvin.

Which brings up the question…

Why does Kayneth's prized student share exactly the same name as Britain's Watchman?

Coincidence?

Or perhaps…

If it's not a coincidence… then that would be very interesting indeed.

As if something amusing had just occurred to her, the queen-like monarch's lips curved into a faintly playful smile.

After chatting briefly with King Mark, she placed a heavy silver metal case onto the table.

"This is a gift for our first meeting. It's said that its history traces back to the 27th century BCE, during the Mesopotamian era. I hope King Mark won't find it too humble."

King Mark was momentarily stunned, then his smile deepened.

He motioned for a servant nearby to present a chest that had long been prepared for her.

"It seems that mages are quite fond of 'relics' from this era… So, this is just a small token in return."

A faint smile flickered in Barthomeloi's eyes as she accepted the chest.

"Then I'll thank King Mark for your generosity. I won't disturb your rest any further."

A faint smile flickered in Barthomeloi's eyes as she accepted the box.

"Then I thank King Mark for your generosity. I'll take my leave so as not to disturb your rest."

With those words, she rose, lifted the box, and left the hall under the guidance of a servant.

After watching Barthomeloi leave with a cheerful smile, King Mark finally turned his gaze back to the box on the table.

"A Holy Relic, huh… I truly heard some rather fascinating things today."

Heroic Spirit Summoning… no, perhaps it should be called Divine Spirit Summoning.

This was one of the "grand gifts" that the Lord of the Department of Law and Politics, Barthomeloi, brought during her visit to King Mark today.

As long as a special bounded field is established, combined with a "Holy Relic" and various specially formulated mana-replenishing elixirs, one could initiate the summoning ritual.

And this ritual might summon an unknown divine being.

This special form of magecraft had practically overturned King Mark's understanding of the world.

If it could truly summon a being at the level of a god… then perhaps it could serve as a hidden trump card within his manor in the future.

Moreover, the other party had already prepared the "Holy Relic."

He wondered… who exactly might be summoned?

If it really turned out to be a divine spirit… then perhaps, from then on, there would be no need to fear the threat Alvin posed.

King Mark gently stroked the surface of the box.

Just the thought of it filled his heart with rising anticipation.

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What King Mark clearly didn't know was that, while he was conducting his transaction with Barthomeloi, the "main subject" in question was currently, on a date in his own backyard…

Oh wait, no, this couldn't even be called a date. It was simply Alvin accompanying Tiamat for a meal.

Alvin yawned lazily as he looked at Tiamat sitting beside him.

That appetite… that portion size… could probably rival Lily's.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself in amusement.

To avoid drawing too much attention, Tiamat had long since changed into a white dress embroidered with light blue patterns.

Her proud and full chest shimmered in the sunlight, particularly eye-catching.

With a piece of bread in one hand and a cookie in the other, she first stuffed the bread into her mouth with enthusiastic munching, then followed it by cramming in the cookie, her cheeks puffing out like a steamed bun.

After gulping it all down with a sip of black tea, she immediately repeated the process.

Anyone watching might think she'd been abused and starved for years.

Perhaps sensing Alvin's gaze, Tiamat hesitated for a moment, then broke a cookie in half and handed him one piece.

"Thanks… but I'm not hungry," Alvin politely declined.

Tiamat thought for a moment.

She first carefully placed the cookie back on the plate, then started writing and drawing in her notebook.

"Human food is… very delicious." She handed it to Alvin to read.

What a shame we're in ancient Britain. If this were the modern world, I could've taken her to sweep through an entire food street from one end to the other… Alvin smiled and said,

"As long as you like it, just focus on eating. Don't mind me."

As expected, Tiamat didn't respond again and simply buried her head into eating.

Even after completely wiping out the plate of afternoon snacks on the table, she still looked like she hadn't had enough.

"If you like, I can take you back to the palace later to try some other dishes," Alvin suddenly said.

With the frequent appearance of transmigrators lately, Britain had started developing many types of cuisine previously unseen… Alvin thought that Lily might actually get along well with Tiamat..well at least, when it came to food.

Hearing this, Tiamat's eyebrows revealed a faint trace of joy, but soon after, a look of hesitation returned to her face.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

She could feel that Alvin had been quite reverent the first time he met her, but somewhere along the way, he had become completely natural around her.

"To be honest, I was a little in awe at first… but not anymore."

As Alvin said this, his eyes subtly drifted toward Tiamat's obscenely overdeveloped chest.

To be honest, most living beings in this world, upon seeing Tiamat, would probably be struck first with