Morgan, I like you...

A black-and-gold carriage silently entered the depths of the royal palace.

As a proper host, Artoria first arranged for Tiamat and Ishtar to be settled, and only then brought Alvin into the Hall of Kings.

Morgan followed right behind.

After Artoria sat upon the main throne, she finally lifted her head and looked toward the young man standing before her.

"Tell me. What exactly happened over the past few days?"

Morgan was also staring at him.

Why did this feel like if I mess this up, I'm dead… Alvin let out a light sigh and said, "It all started when Merlin sent me into the Imaginary Number Space..."

As he spoke, he gave a rough summary of the events that had occurred recently.

Of course, Alvin very cleverly skipped over certain ambiguous interactions with Tiamat.

If he were to speak about what they did, he would really die.

By the time he finished, Artoria couldn't help but fall into brief contemplation.

"So you're saying... that woman just now was the spirit body of the Mother of Creation, and she's the one who brought you out of the Imaginary Number Space?"

If that's the case, then Tiamat had basically saved Alvin's life.

Morgan extended her right hand, and in her palm, black mud quietly surged.

Her enchanting, bewitching eyes gazed silently at the "black mud" in her palm as she spoke softly:

"Not long ago, when Merlin teleported you to the Imaginary Number Space, a portion of the 'Tide of Chaos' leaked into the banquet grounds."

"I can feel that this thing affects people's will... and its power seems uncontrollable."

"There's an abundance of Tide of Chaos in the Imaginary Number Space. Based on what you just said... even Tiamat might not be able to control it. And her true body will continue to generate more."

"If her true body were to descend upon Britain, heh... then we'll have a real show on our hands."

Her words were loaded with meaning.

A being on the level of the Mother of Creation, as a "transmigrator" was already outright cheating tier.

Good thing she existed inside the Imaginary Number Space. If she'd shown up in Britain… this world's entire history might've collapsed.

However, Alvin shook his head slightly.

"She has no intention of disrupting world peace."

If Tiamat really intended such a thing, she wouldn't have needed to seal herself in the first place. She could've directly unsealed her true body and descended.

Artoria gently closed her eyes.

Even she hadn't expected that there was someone of that level within Britain's territory.

Thankfully, the other party's temperament was relatively gentle… otherwise, the consequences would've been unimaginable.

As she was feeling relieved, she couldn't help but also recall the affectionate way Tiamat had just treated Alvin and a hint of inner conflict rose again.

Though, she knew that someone like the Mother of Creation wouldn't easily fall in love, and her fondness for Alvin was likely just a result of him taking her out to "have fun."

But—

Just remembering the scene of Tiamat hugging the boy so tightly made Artoria's emotions swirl.

"The goddess beside Tiamat earlier, she was summoned by King Marco, wasn't she?"

At this moment, Morgan's soft voice echoed again. "The White Dragon War only ended a few years ago, and it seems these high nobles still haven't learned their lesson."

Artoria replied calmly.

"I'll take care of it. You don't need to worry, elder sister."

"That's good… I don't want him dying for this country again," Morgan said in her charming, bewitching voice.

"Human greed will consume itself and harm others… so long as someone reins in that envy and desire, he won't get hurt again." Artoria stared quietly at Morgan.

That line was clearly a reference to the time when Morgan tried to steal a man from her younger sister, even at the cost of inciting rebellion, which ultimately triggered the White Dragon War that shook all of Britain.

The moment she heard those words, it was as if Artoria had ignited all of Morgan's buried resentment.

"You received Father's love, got the throne... and even your own happiness.

Someone like you, who was born with everything, has no right to tell me what to do!"

Artoria remained silent.

To Morgan, it had always seemed that Artoria had everything, but in fact, she hadn't even wanted the throne in the first place. She had resisted it deeply.

If she had a choice, she'd rather never have taken it.

But even if she said that now, Morgan would only think she was flaunting it.

Morgan rose to her feet and left the King's Hall without looking back.

Alvin didn't say a word and just quietly watched the scene, then sighed softly in his heart.

Judging from this… it wasn't so much that Morgan and Artoria hated each other, it was more that there were too many deep-seated misunderstandings between them.

On top of that, the mess left behind by that old bastard Merlin and the former king, Uther, was the true root of their mutual hostility.

Whether it was for the sake of the sister CG or for the sake of Britain, he'd have to make some moves soon...

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Moonlight like flowing water.

Veiled drapes hung low, and from deep within the bedchamber drifted a faint, delicate fragrance.

Through the hazy dimness, one could vaguely make out the silhouette of a graceful, alluring body lying on the snow-white, soft bed.

Morgan le Fay.

Recalling what Artoria had said earlier that day, the woman's heart gave a faint twitch, twisting with pain inside.

That good little sister of hers could never possibly understand her... because she was born with everything.

King Uther and Merlin had paved the path for Artoria long before she was even born.

The blood of the Red Dragon.

The Sword in the Stone.

The throne... and even love.

Everything had belonged to her from the moment she entered this world.

So of course Artoria would never understand the feeling of someone who had struggled and fought for everything, only to fail again and again.

Even now, at this moment, Morgan could give up everything.

She could let go of her hatred toward Britain, the desire for revenge she once clung to...so much..

As long as he —

As long as he could just stay by her side forever.

But even such a tiny wish remained out of her reach.

Today, if Morgan had really wanted, with the power of the "Isle Sovereign," she could have taken Alvin away by force.

But she didn't want to do that.

Because what she desired... was not just an empty shell.

If Alvin didn't choose her in the end, Morgan le Fay's pride would not allow her to force him.

And that was something she feared more than anything.

Alone...

The only light she ever had in her life.

Outwardly proud and domineering, inwardly craving love, yet so cautious, so afraid of losing what she didn't even have...

That was Morgan le Fay.

But now... she felt a bit tired.

"What exactly... should I do now..."

The woman slowly opened her bewitching sapphire eyes, gazing up blankly at the ceiling.

After a long silence, her mind couldn't help but recall the image of the young man.

And then, gradually, her beautiful eyes glistened with a touch of longing and her exquisitely perfect face flushed with a seductive pink hue.

Her long, slender fingers, pale and delicate, slowly traced downward along her proud chest.

"Alvin... Alvin..."

She softly whispered the boy's name from between her red lips, her finger sliding down between her thighs, her toes beneath the hem of her dress unconsciously tensing.

However, before she could loose herself in passion, someone suddenly wrapped their arms tightly around Morgan from behind.

"Morgan..."

Next came the quiet voice of the young man calling her name.

Morgan's hand froze mid-movement, her entire body falling still.

"Alvin? Why are you…?"

Alvin gave a gentle smile and said,

"You didn't seem in a good mood earlier, so I came to check on you… though from the looks of it, it seems like I picked the wrong time?"

As he spoke, he glanced down at the woman in his arms, and at her somewhat disheveled dress.

Such a seductive beauty whispering his name so passionately while pleasuring herself.

He couldn't help but be proud of himself.

However, knowing that this woman was too thin-skinned, so, he didn't tease her further, but, it seemed like even this much was too much.

"..."

The atmosphere grew a little strange.

After a moment of silence, Morgan finally came to her senses and quickly withdrew her hand, though the blush remained on her cheeks. She feigned coldness and said,

"What are you doing here? Why don't you go find Lily?"

However, Alvin didn't reply to her words, because, looking at the woman in this state, he couldn't help but chuckle softly and said,

"Morgan... I like you."

"..."

"..."

Another long silence.

Because Morgan faced away from Alvin, he could not see her fair and delicate face, which now flushed like she was drunk.

Hearing his straightforward confession out of nowhere, her mind went blank.

Her lips parted slightly, but her eyes were full of helpless confusion.

"Eh... eh...?"