Alvin's Crash, and Unlocking the Imperial Bedroom CG

First of all, Alvin considered himself a deeply loyal man.

As for where loyalty lies...well, that's a topic for another day.

However, he was a very emotionally attached guy so, whether it was Morgan or Artoria, his feelings were the same for both...

What?

You're asking which one he likes more, the elder sister or the younger?

What kind of stupid question is this?

A dignified beauty with regal attitude, and a ice beauty with tsundere personality, he liked them both.

So, why should he have to choose?

In fact, both Artoria and Morgan knew very well that, at this point, Alvin couldn't give up on either of them.

It was just that the accumulated misunderstandings and grudges between the two made reconciliation difficult in the short term.

So, they needed a common enemy to ease that tension.

And naturally, that enemy could only be Merlin... After all, King Uther was already dead so, the blame could only fall squarely on Merlin's shoulders.

Alvin walked down the quiet corridor in the middle of the night, heading toward Artoria's bedchamber.

Halfway there, as if remembering something, he suddenly paused, then first materialized his magical energy, changed his clothes, and then picked a wildflower from nearby, rubbing its juice on his clothes.

After lowering his head and sniffing, confirming there was no remaining trace of Morgan le Fay's scent, Alvin finally strode quickly toward the King's chambers.

There were no guards at the entrance, so he passed through smoothly and arrived at the inner chamber doors before knocking

However, the doors opened automatically as Artoria's cold voice, tinged with royal authority, rang out:

"I thought you planned to spend the night in my elder sister's room."

Earlier that day, after the conflict between Morgan and Artoria, Alvin hadn't gone to chase after Morgan right away.

He had first stayed behind to help Artoria finish the day's political matters, and afterward used an excuse to visit and comfort Morgan.

Although this had been done with Artoria's tacit consent, she couldn't help imagining her enchanting and beautiful elder sister hugging her lover and husband tightly in her arms… and her mood, inevitably, felt a little complicated.

Alvin entered the bedchamber and saw Artoria's noble and beautiful figure.

At this moment, her usually tied-up golden hair, flowed freely as she sat in front of the sofa.

In the dim light, there was no visible expression on her stunning, dignified face.

Not far in front of her, a young girl stood stiffly, like a student being punished by a teacher.

"Little Mo?" Alvin stepped forward and instantly recognized the girl.

"You're here?"

Mordred's eyes lit up when she heard his voice, but the moment she saw the expressionless Artoria, she lowered her head gloomily.

"She somehow heard you returned to the palace today and wanted to see you, so she snuck into my room and was caught by me."

After hearing Artoria's explanation, Alvin couldn't help but glance at Mordred in surprise a few more times.

Uncomfortable under the scrutiny, the latter scowled and said:

"Don't get the wrong idea. I was just curious about what happened to you in the Imaginary Number Space, that's all."

Alvin paused for a while, before thinking to himself.

'She says that... but isn't it just because she was worried?

Whether it was these two sisters or Little Mo, they were all genetically tsundere...'

He patted Mordred on the head and said gently. "You go ahead. I have something to discuss with her privately."

Mordred instinctively looked at Artoria.

Seeing no objection, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left.

She had only snuck in to make sure Alvin was okay, and now that she saw him alive and well, she could rest easy.

As Mordred exited the chamber, Artoria suddenly said. "You and Little Mo seem to be getting close lately."

"She's actually pretty easy to get along with. Her personality can be a bit odd, but she's a good kid at heart, it's just that she didn't get much affection growing up," Alvin said with a smile.

In the official Fate lore, Mordred had eventually rebelled against Artoria... but in this timeline, the "battle of Camlann" likely wouldn't happen.

Artoria, Morgan le Fay, and Mordred — these three were tightly linked through Alvin.

As long as he could get them to understand one another, there'd be no need for any tragic "Field of Camlann" in the future.

Alvin sat beside Artoria, pausing for a moment on the elegant face of the golden-haired King before asking cautiously.

"You're upset?"

It was just a visit to Morgan, surely Lily had enough tolerance for that...

Artoria silently turned her face away and said coldly:

"I'm not that petty. If I were truly angry, I wouldn't have let you go to her in the first place."

Though she said that, her lips were pressed tightly together, and her pale, noble face bore no expression.

Well ...clearly, she wasn't happy.

Still, for someone like Artoria, who was often like a political machine and clueless about human emotion, showing even this much emotional reaction in the quiet of night made her strangely... charming.

'She didn't throw me out, so, she's waiting for me to comfort her… 'Knowing there was still hope to salvage the situation, Alvin felt a bit relieved and spoke seriously.

"Lily, I swore long ago that I would always stay by your side."

Artoria suddenly raised her head.

"And what about my sister?"

If Alvin really didn't care about Morgan, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to visit and comfort her.

This guy, he really wants to have it all. Absolutely insufferable.

"Can you honestly say you feel nothing for her?"

Artoria's eyes glimmered faintly.

A part of her was already tempted to open up the basement and lock Alvin in it for a few days.

"If I said I didn't feel anything for her, you probably wouldn't believe it,"

Alvin sighed.

"But do you really have no feelings for her at all, Lily?"

The emotions Artoria had just gathered suddenly scattered and she frowned:

"How could I possibly have any feelings for her..."

Alvin looked slightly exasperated.

"I don't know what's in your heart, but your sister clearly hasn't let go of the bond between you two."

He wasn't lying, after all, Morgan had said that herself.

But, Artoria couldn't help but freeze at his words, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

She hasn't let go of their bond...?

If that were true, then how could Morgan have orchestrated a rebellion from the shadows?

Artoria stared at Alvin for a long moment, and then something important flickered through her mind.

When Morgan returned to the palace, she had already mastered the power of the "Isle Sovereign." Yet during their fight, she hadn't gone all out.

Even when Artoria went to Avalon, Morgan hadn't pursued her.

People have dual natures, and Morgan, being a "Trinity," was no exception.

On one hand, she had feelings for her sister.

On the other, she deeply envied all that Artoria had been given.

"I'm not expecting the two of you to suddenly reconcile… But at the very least, you can both calm down."

Alvin boldly took Artoria's soft, delicate hand in his own and said warmly,

"Lily, I'll always stay with you. So please trust me a little more."

"I will make things right between you and Morgan, no matter what.

It'll be good for both of you… and for the future of Britain as well. Isn't that true?"

In the canonical timeline, the hatred between King Arthur and Morgan le Fay ran far too deep, and so, the two were fundamentally incapable of even listening to each other.

But in this world, Alvin existed.

He was like a lubricant in this volatile dynamic; even when caught between the two sisters, he did his utmost to ensure that their friction never sparked into flames.

The warmth from his palm seemed to radiate comfort as a faint blush spread across Artoria's noble and beautiful face.

She snuck a glance at Alvin, and a strange ripple stirred in her heart.

But as if something crossed her mind, her expression gradually turned cold.

"So you came to persuade me tonight… just because you want me and my sister to reconcile?"

"You went to her first tonight, didn't you? Maybe you even…"

At this point, she stopped herself.

She wanted to say maybe you were even having sex with her behind my back, but in the end, she swallowed the words.

Morgan le Fay was a stunning enchantress, captivating and radiant, and thus, her body naturally emitted a distinct, elegant fragrance.

As the Red Dragon, Artoria possessed extraordinarily sharp senses, both her perception and sense of smell, but on Alvin's body, she didn't detect even a trace of Morgan's familiar scent.

'So, it seems he really didn't do it with her.'

Alvin looked deeply into Artoria's eyes and said gently,

"If I had come to see you first tonight, wouldn't I still need to go see your sister afterward?"

"And you know her temperament better than anyone, if I delayed too long… I was afraid it would stir up unnecessary conflict."

On one hand, he explained why he'd gone to see Morgan first.

On the other, he subtly complimented Artoria, portraying her as a magnanimous and tolerant King of Britain.

Hearing this, the frosty expression that Artoria had held all this time finally softened.

The displeasure in her gaze as she looked at Alvin gradually faded.

Alvin moved a little closer as hus other hand slipped beneath Artoria's cloak and rested lightly on her supple waist.

He looked at the golden-haired Knight King, crowned in regal splendor and graced with a face of peerless beauty.

At this moment, she had lowered her head slightly, as if in deep thought… or perhaps simply nervous, trying to maintain her composure.

Her brows arched like distant ink, her lips full and rosy, exuding the elegance of a queen and the commanding aura of a sovereign.

As expected… though they look so alike, Lily and Morgan really are two completely different types… Alvin thought silently.

When Morgan le Fay was shy, she would show the bashfulness and delight of a little girl, but it only made her appear even more seductive and bewitching.

Artoria, however, remained proud and dignified even in her moments of shyness.

She was too strong-willed, well... in simple terms, she cared too much about appearances.

Even now, as embarrassment surged within her, she still sat up straight, her back taut like a monarch presiding over her court.

Alvin didn't make another move and simply continued to look at her.

In the silence of the bedchamber, the sound of heartbeats seemed unusually clear.

The rise and fall of the Knight King's chest was gentle yet noticeable and a delicate and alluring blush bloomed on her elegant, noble face.

Time flowed silently.

Alvin continued to hold her hand, not letting go, until the atmosphere grew more and more intimate.

Only then did he slowly lean in and press his lips to Artoria's soft red lips.

Artoria's stiff body gradually softened.

The way she looked at Alvin became increasingly tender, her cheeks burning hot.

After a long while, when Alvin finally released her from the kiss, he saw that her usually cold and regal expression had completely vanished.

At this moment, there was only a trace of shy anticipation left on her flawless face

'Looks like she's not mad anymore.'

Alvin smiled inwardly and smoothly picked her up into his arms.

The tall and graceful King of Knights now let her golden hair cascade freely, slightly disheveled in the dim light.

Her cloak and crown had been placed to the side, followed soon after by her cold, gleaming armor.

Soon, a perfectly sculpted silhouette emerged in the darkness.

Unlike the delicate daughters of noble families, Artoria's body was built with the strength of a knight, but as her muscles relaxed, her skin seemed soft so soft as if it would break under a breath.

Holding the beauty tightly in his arms, Alvin whispered,

"Is this okay, Lily?"

Artoria nodded softly, and murmured in a voice as light as mist,

"Your mana… seems even more delicious than before."

Due to Alvin's unique ability Innate Charm, his mana had always been different from others.

But ever since accepting Tiamat's divine energy, his White Dragon Core had undergone another evolution.

Even from just a kiss, Artoria could feel her own Red Dragon Core stir violently, like her body and soul both yearned, greedy for more of this impossible ecstasy.

Looking down at her breathtaking face, Alvin couldn't help but smile.

'Who would've thought Lily could show an expression like this…'

As expected of Tiamat… If just a spiritual projection could cause this, then what would her full form be like?

Alvin couldn't help but fall into a deep though.

"Alvin…" Artoria looked up at him sleepily, her gaze hazy, laced with unspoken allure.

"You… still want to have my Sister, don't you?"

The sudden mention of Morgan caught Alvin off guard.

Before he could even respond, she leaned in close and murmured seductively, "I mean… do you only want us to make peace?"

"Of course—" Before he could finish, Artoria suddenly pulled him tightly into her arms.

As he struggled to lift his head, her beautiful voice rang softly beside his ear, "You probably want me and Sister… to share your bed together, don't you?"

Alvin's expression froze instantly.

"Lily…"

"You didn't think I wouldn't notice?"

Artoria's voice grew colde and colder as she spoke.

"There may be no trace of her scent on you, but your White Dragon Core's mana has already betrayed you."

"I thought I'd treat you gently when you returned this time… but now, maybe I've been too soft all along."

She raised a finger, tapping lightly on the bedframe.

Boom…

The moment Alvin heard the sound, his heart skipped a beat.

He instinctively turned to look and saw the bookshelf at the corner of the bed slowly slide aside with a rumble, revealing a heavy iron door hidden behind it.

With a snap of her fingers, the barrier to the basement silently opened.

A flight of stairs leading into the pitch-black depths and candle flames flickering in the darkness came into view.

Faintly, one could even make out a variety of strange, exotic tools placed inside the underground chamber.

"…The basement?!"

White Dragon's powerful sense of danger flared wildly.

Alvin had a very bad feeling about this.

"This is a secret chamber I had someone renovate in the past," Artoria said as she leaned in, clinging to his arm and whispering seductively into his ear, "But I've never brought anyone down there before."

"Wanna go play inside, Alvin~?"

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