Tiamat Lily Version, Ishtar Makes Her Grand Entrance!

Within King Mark's estate, there was a long-abandoned basement.

Aside from the patrolling knights, no one else normally came near this place.

It was King Mark's most secretive base.

The reason it was built so dilapidated, and even labeled as "abandoned"—was purely to avoid drawing attention.

Firstly, it served as a place to hide if danger ever arose… Secondly, with so many people coming and going in the estate, certain things weren't convenient to do openly.

For example, this time's event… a divine summoning ritual.

If performed within the estate itself, it would almost certainly be noticed by someone with ulterior motives and might spark trouble.

Especially his nephew, Tristan.

Although Tristan had silently protected King Mark for years, the high noble didn't entirely trust him.

After all, as a current Knight of the Round Table, if it were for King Arthur's sake, Tristan might one day raise his blade, even against his own uncle.

With that in mind, the recent appearance of numerous transmigrators in Britain was, ironically, a perfect opportunity for him.

Perhaps… just maybe, with their power, he could achieve his ambitions.

The thought alone deepened the smile on King Mark's face as he looked up toward the freshly drawn crimson magical boundary.

At the center of the boundary sat a green gemstone.

A tiny gem, yet even in the dim underground chamber, it shone brilliantly, as if radiating a trace of divinity.

King Mark took several pre-prepared vials of magical elixirs and poured them all into the crimson boundary.

The many liquids followed the boundary's patterns, slowly flowing toward the gemstone at the center.

As they merged, the green gem began to liquefy, fusing with the magic potions.

Which god would it be…?

King Mark licked his dry lips, his eyes brimming with anticipation.

When he saw the gemstone completely melt, he took a step forward and began chanting the summoning incantation with devout sincerity.

At the same time, in the underground chamber, an overwhelming magical force began to silently gather…

Within the boundary, a faint, elegant figure started to materialize.

Her outline was still blurry, yet the moment she appeared, King Mark's entire mana reserve was instantly drained and his face turned deathly pale.

Summoning a divine spirit was entirely different from summoning a Heroic Spirit.

The amount of magical energy required was far beyond what most people could comprehend.

Not everyone had an exaggerated power source like Alvin's White Dragon Hearth to sustain them.

King Mark staggered and collapsed onto a nearby table, trembling as he reached out and grabbed a vial of elixir, pouring the entire contents into his mouth.

Only then did his depleted magical energy begin to recover slightly, and his complexion gradually regained some color.

"Hoh… This era can still summon a goddess like me?"

At that moment, a proud yet melodious female voice echoed in the dim chamber. "Judging by the 'mana' in the air, although it's somewhat thinned… it seems this place still contains 'mana'... So this must be the Age of Gods too?"

King Mark jerked his head up and immediately, his pupils constricted sharply.

Within the glowing red boundary, a woman's figure was now taking form.

She sat lazily on the edge of a table, legs elegantly crossed, her eyes casually surveying the quiet underground room before she frowned slightly. "To summon this goddess in such a shabby place… clearly, I've been underestimated."

Her gaze shifted lightly toward King Mark.

Within her scarlet eyes shimmered the dignity of a deity.

King Mark's heart trembled.

Just making eye contact with her made him feel a pressure beyond words crashing down on him.

…There was no doubt, this was a true god-level existence!

What the Clock Tower's Lord had said was true, this era truly could summon divine spirits… it just required the proper ritual.

Realizing this, King Mark suppressed his excitement, placed a hand to his chest, and tried to speak as calmly as possible:

"Respected Goddess, in order to avoid being discovered while conducting the summoning ritual, I had no choice but to perform it here… I beg your understanding."

The goddess narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, observing King Mark.

"You must hold a fairly high status in this country, don't you? Why would you fear being discovered?"

To summon a divine spirit required more than just a relic, it demanded vast amounts of magical elixirs offered in advance… Something far beyond what an ordinary magus could prepare.

Hearing this, King Mark's expression turned slightly bitter.

"This is a long story… In our country, there used to be more than a dozen high nobles, but now, there are only three left who have any real say in Britain."

"All the rest… died at the hands of the same person, just a few years ago."

King Mark slowly began recounting everything that had happened in the past.

And by the time she reached the end of his tale, the woman seemed to realize something as she looked King Mark over and said, "So you want me to take revenge for you, to teach that White Dragon a lesson?"

"Yes… but that White Dragon went missing a few days ago, so—"

"Missing?"

However, upon hearing this, a faintly mocking smile appeared on the woman's exquisite and beautiful face.

"King Mark, you haven't even realized that the barrier around your own estate has already been breached?"

King Mark's face changed drastically. "Impossible!"

He had wanted to say that the barriers in his estate were jointly constructed by several Age of Gods magi, sealed like an iron fortress.

But then he remembered that not long ago, Alvin had quietly slipped into the estate without making a sound, and King Mark swallowed every word that had been about to leave his mouth.

Very quickly, he muttered to himself, "But Alvin was clearly banished to the Imaginary Number Space… how could he possibly have found his way out so soon?"

And on top of that—he snuck into the estate?

"Right now, I can't sense that so-called White Dragon's presence in your estate… but your barrier has definitely been invaded."

Seeing King Mark's shifting expression, the goddess crossed her arms. Then, in a careless tone, she said, "I can help you."

Joy flashed in King Mark's heart.

But before he could speak, he heard her continue, "But I need an offering."

"An offering…?"

King Mark was stunned. "What kind of offering do you want…?"

A devilish little grin curled at the corner of the goddess's lips.

"Tell me, since you're such a grand noble… your estate must have a lot of jewels, right?"

…

Alvin felt incredibly refreshed.

If the magic granted by the Red Dragon served to replenish the magic leaking from the White Dragon Hearth, then the magic possessed by Tiamat could evolve the White Dragon Hearth further.

What would the White Dragon Hearth become after its final evolution?

Alvin didn't quite know yet, but there was one thing he could be sure of…

He silently looked at the alert on his personal status screen:

[White Dragon Hearth A+]

You obtained this Authority after slaying the False King Vortigern. Afterward, through the magic of the Mother Goddess of Creation, it evolved, now housing magic far greater than that of the White Dragon.

Tiamat really was Tiamat. Truly worthy of being the Mother Goddess of Creation… Even in spiritual form, her magic still carried the origin of a creator deity.

Lying in Tiamat's arms and gazing at her face full of gentle warmth, Alvin couldn't help but sigh internally.

"Hic~"

Very soon, he let out another full burp.

In fact, he hadn't been very hungry to begin with, but just now, in order to absorb Tiamat's magic, he had drawn quite a lot from her… to the point that he now felt a little full.

Alvin, oh Alvin… Tiamat doesn't mind these things because she's the Mother Goddess of Creation, but you can't possibly claim you don't understand what's going on, right?

Lying in her arms, having her replenish your mana like this… you can't keep sinking into this depravity!

"Are you full?"

At that moment, Tiamat held out her notebook with something written on it for Alvin to read.

"Might still need a bit more…" Alvin replied tactfully.

Tiamat blinked her crimson eyes, tilting her head with a puzzled look.

She could clearly sense that Alvin's White Dragon Hearth now held far more magic than it had just moments ago.

But… it still wasn't enough?

Thinking this, she gave a soft nod and Alvin once again buried his face into Tiamat's chest.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

Only when he finally felt the uniquely charged magic surging through his White Dragon Hearth did Alvin reluctantly pull away from her arms.

Though… he was clearly still a little unsatisfied.

"You really like my magic, don't you?" Tiamat seemed to pick up on something, her clear red eyes tinged with a hint of confusion.

'What I like isn't just your magic…' Alvin thought, pretending to sigh as he said aloud, "Actually, in our country, exchanging magic with someone like this… is something only lovers do."

Lovers?

Tiamat's eyes reflected a glint of puzzlement.

Alvin thought for a moment, then explained, "It means two people who live together, who love one another and never leave each other's side."

Tiamat was clearly stunned for a moment.

"You want to live with me?" she wrote in her notebook.

Having experienced two great betrayals in the past and constantly subjected to the strange looks of others, Tiamat had long since stopped placing much trust in humans.

…But Alvin wasn't human.

And she could feel the admiration and affection in his gestures and expressions.

"Of course."

Without the slightest hesitation, Alvin answered with a bright and straightforward smile.

Tiamat lowered her head and looked at Alvin once again.

When she saw the calm sincerity in his eyes, her beautiful crimson gaze rippled faintly, as though slightly moved.

Though she was the Mother Goddess of Creation, in essence… she was still like a blank sheet of paper.

'Tiamat may be powerful, but if I really wanted to… I think I could trick her into bed...' Looking at the beauty, Alvin couldn't help but think.

Tiamat looked at him, paused for a moment, then wrote in her notebook:

"Your magic circuits seem to have changed. Is that okay?"

If Alvin's original White Dragon Hearth had fully inherited Vortigern's core, then starting today, it was clearly beginning to shift toward something shaped by Tiamat.

"This mutation is actually a good thing, so there's no need to worry," Alvin replied, unable to stop himself from stealing a couple more glances at her.

Tiamat was still in her mature form: long sea-blue hair cascading freely, fair and gentle features that were exquisitely beautiful.

Her simple, elegant dress perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, revealing a slender waist and an astonishingly full, shapely breasts.

And yet, for some reason, Alvin felt something strangely… off.

"Why do I feel like… you've shrunk a bit?"

He couldn't help but ask,

"Since I'm the one supplying your magic now, if your own mana runs out completely… would this spirit form disappear?"

Tiamat paused, then gently shook her head.

"It won't disappear. I just won't be able to maintain this form indefinitely," she wrote.

Alvin's mind stirred. "What do you mean by 'can't maintain this form'…?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

Tiamat thought for a moment, then slowly closed her eyes as a tide of deep black chaotic magic silently spread over her pale skin.

And then, almost visibly, Alvin watched her body slowly shrink, until she had transformed into a blue-haired little girl.

A white dress paired with a petite, adorable face; her light-blue hair was simply tied up behind her head.

Beneath the high-slit skirt, her beautiful legs wrapped in white stockings peeked in and out of view.

Alvin froze.

"This…"

She had a loli form too?

While he was still dazed, Tiamat stretched out her arms toward him.

Gone was the gentle and mature voice, instead came a sweet, melodic tone that could melt one's bones.

"Hold me."

…

In the luxurious grand hall, the newly summoned goddess walked across the soft red carpet.

Upon seeing box after box of treasure brought in by the servants, a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

But her mouth was full of scorn and disdain:

"Is this all the treasure you've got? You live in such a huge estate, but you don't seem nearly as wealthy as I imagined, King Mark."

King Mark felt bitter but couldn't say a word.

Not long ago, he had just been heavily taxed by King Arthur.

Though his estate still held some reserves, the cost of the custom-made elixirs he'd commissioned for the summoning… was astronomical.

He had finally managed to summon a god, what was supposed to be a hidden trump card for his estate.

But this goddess was practically a demon… Her very first act upon arrival was to demand payment.

"That's all the treasure I have. If it's not enough, I'll try to gather more from some friends later…" King Mark muttered, clearly feeling defeated.

"Hmph… I suppose it's barely acceptable. Just have them move it all to my place later."

After saying this, she noticed the pained look on King Mark's face and her lips curled into a faint smile.

"Don't worry. Soon, you'll realize you got your money's worth."

As she said this, she slowly raised her eyes.

Those charming, bewitching red pupils suddenly seemed to burn with dazzling gold.

"The intruder who snuck into your estate… Let me drag this big rat out myself!"

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