Artoria turned and left, heading toward her private chambers.
Her footsteps echoed down the corridor. Before long, she arrived at the bedchamber and saw the black-haired young man already sitting by the window.
He was looking up at a spot outside the window, watching the black droplets drifting down from the sky.
"Looks like over the years she has also taken control of part of the White Dragon's authority?", Alvin said softly.
The White Dragon is an ancient being born for the Age of Gods.
Morgan knew the White Dragon inside and out, so even if she controlled a portion of the White Dragon's power, Alvin was not actually surprised.
It was just that Alvin had not expected that his greatest worry would still happen.
Using that artifact and then leveraging the indexing magecraft to deduce the palace's coordinates, you have to hand it to Morgan.
Alvin let out a small sigh and turned his head to look behind him.
He happened to see Artoria looking at him quietly.
Their eyes met and held.
Alvin was slightly stunned, "What is it?"
"Nothing," Artoria casually changed the subject, "I have already agreed to your female friend's request. Tomorrow her brother will come to the Hall of the King to meet me."
Alvin smiled when he heard that, "Thank you."
"No need for thanks," Artoria tilted her head slightly, "Or rather, do you think at this point there is still need to thank me?"
Alvin was momentarily speechless.
"True enough," he said.
Artoria's expression softened a little as she walked to the boy's side, "But I suppose tomorrow a lot of people will be restless."
Most nobles are conservative. To them, traversers are no different from heresy.
If word spread that Camelot might cooperate with high-ranking members of the traverser side, many nobles would probably come pry at the king's stance.
"I know," Alvin did not seem surprised and only nodded slightly, "So I want to ask one more favor."
Artoria raised an eyebrow, "What?"
Alvin looked up and met Artoria's gaze.
"Tomorrow at the meeting in the Hall of the King, I will accompany you."
———
In a deserted alley, Morgan looked up toward the direction of Camelot Palace. At first there was shock in her eyes, then disbelief.
Finally, that expressionless, beautiful gaze bloomed with a glint.
She looked at the white dragon scale in her hand. The residual mana on it seemed to still carry some warmth, and Morgan closed her eyes as if intoxicated, as though feeling the warmth this artifact brought.
Gareth watched her "mother" with some nervousness. She had clearly noticed that Morgan had used some sort of magic, and that magic had been aimed at Camelot Palace.
'If King Arthur notices it...'
"Gareth, can you contact Mordred?"
Morgan slowly opened her eyes and turned toward the alley's exit.
Gareth followed closely and said, "There's a way. Is there anything you want me to tell her?"
Gareth and Mordred were both artificially made people born from the White Dragon's blood. If she wished, even deep inside the palace Gareth had special means to pass a message to Mordred.
"No need to pass a message. Tell her to wait at the palace gate," Morgan said.
"I will go to the palace in person."
When Morgan finished speaking, Gareth froze for a moment, then forced a small smile and said cautiously, "If you enter the palace now, the king might—"
"Might take action, right?", Morgan took the thread of the sentence calmly and said softly, "But some things I must confirm with my own eyes."
Before Gareth could speak, Morgan continued, "Alvin… may still be alive."
At first Gareth's face still wore a smile, evidently not understanding the meaning of Morgan's words.
Then, as her rapidly working mind caught up, the smile on her face stiffened and finally faded.
She raised her head instinctively, stared at Morgan in a daze, and her lips moved slightly as she said with difficulty, "The Watchman of Camelot?"
As if having realized something, Gareth added, "So the one who was with the king back then, the traverser who used the White Dragon core, was him?"
Morgan softly hummed, "Besides him, I cannot think of anyone else qualified to wield the White Dragon's power."
Thud!
Gareth's steps stopped instinctively. After learning this almost worldview-shattering news, her first reaction was to be curious about the Watchman's appearance.
Then, as she recalled what Morgan intended to do now, Gareth's face twisted slightly and unease spread within her.
After the White Dragon War, Morgan and her sister Artoria had a great battle. That clash ended without a clear victor, and after that, the two sisters parted completely.
Gareth had seen their mother's feelings for that Watchman over the years.
To Morgan, all men except Alvin were worms. Actually, at first Morgan regarded Alvin as a worm too.
Only after Alvin's death did this proud, arrogant witch finally face her own heart.
'If that Watchman really is alive and is in the palace…'
At this moment Gareth's inner emotions surged wildly and could not be calmed for a long time.
"Mother, should I try to get into the palace to look for clues, or ask Mordred first?", she asked timidly.
Morgan, who controlled Age of Gods magecraft, and the king who had personally killed two White Dragons, the consequences of those sisters meeting would be unimaginable.
"Gareth, I know what you're worried about."
Morgan slowly looked toward Camelot Palace and said softly, "But it is already too late."
This time Morgan returned to Camelot City with no intention of leaving again.
For years Morgan had exhausted every means to revive the White Dragon, but the only conclusion she reached was: the dead cannot be resurrected.
There is only one way to resurrect Alvin.
And that method is not really resurrection. It is to directly change everything about this country, then make Camelot an anomalous world split from the historical timeline.
After that she could summon Alvin in a heroic spirit state through a holy relic.
To achieve that, the first step was for her to become the Empress of Britain. That was how the plan was supposed to go.
But the recent news Gareth brought, that a traverser might control the White Dragon core, together with that dragon scale that was only recently forged, stirred a glimmer of hope in the witch's heart.
Morgan lifted her head, her eyes burning as she gazed at the direction of Camelot Palace.
'Perhaps, he really has returned?'
———
Morning sunshine bathed the earth, bringing warm, comfortable light.
Only in one corner of the palace had an area become forbidden.
Agravain stood at the windowsill, looking out at the place last night covered by black rain and now apparently transformed into Age of Gods territory.
"Is the Age of Gods returning?"
"After him, to think even 'Mother' has mastered such authority. Could it be that the White Dragon revival plan has actually progressed these years?"
As he said this, Agravain glanced behind him intentionally.
The bed curtains in the room were drawn and the light was off. A girl with her blonde hair tied in a single ponytail sat cross-legged on the sofa, silent in the dimness.
She turned her head as if she hadn't heard Agravain's question.
After a while, feeling that the gaze in the room was still fixed on her, she finally looked at Agravain.
"If you want to ask something, just ask. You should know I hate beating around the bush," Mordred smirked, "As long as it's not classified, for the sake of our past relationship I can chat a bit. I'm bored anyway."
Agravain withdrew his eyes silently and said slowly, "You really haven't changed at all, Mordred."
"How far has the White Dragon revival plan progressed?", he quickly asked the question he cared about most.
"I don't know. But 'Mother' does indeed possess the White Dragon's power. Abilities like temporarily causing an Age of Gods region to descend are easy for her," Mordred said.
Watching Agravain, who seemed lost in thought, Mordred propped her chin and studied him with her green eyes, "I didn't expect you to take the initiative to ask about Mother. That's not like you."
After all, in the past both King Artoria and Agravain had avoided that witch at all costs. It was unexpected that tonight he would actively seek her out to ask about Morgan.
"Is it for Alvin?", Mordred continued.
Agravain's eyelid twitched slightly but he remained silent.
"Looks like I guessed right?"
Mordred gave an amused smile, "If I'm not mistaken, the black rain that descended on the palace last night was Mother's doing, right?"
"But how did she know Alvin was in the palace?"
For a moment Agravain's mouth twitched and he stayed quiet.
Seeing this, Mordred's expression changed, "So it's related to you? Have you become a traitor too, leaking secrets?"
As if provoked, Agravain suddenly lifted his head and glared at the girl, "Mor!de!red!"
"Calm down. This isn't like your usual style, Agravain."
Mordred said lightly, "Even without you, Mother would sooner or later learn that Alvin is alive. You only hastened that process."
"But I could have had time to prepare!"
Agravain's eyes were full of regret, "But now everything is too late."
From that artifact called the Demonic Dragon Scale falling into Morgan's hands to Morgan's indexing magecraft appearing over the palace last night, all of this indicates Morgan likely knows Alvin is alive and in Camelot Palace.
If those two sisters meet, old and new grievances will be counted together.
Looking at the composed Mordred, Agravain whispered, "Have you thought about what would happen if they met?"
"I know. But that's something that must be faced sooner or later."
Mordred paused, "Besides, I rather hope Mother can meet him."
In the eyes of the Camelot people, Morgan is the symbol of the witch, possessing supreme power, aloof and ruthless.
But only Mordred, who had always been by Morgan's side, knew that the witch's heart also had a soft side, simply frozen by Alvin's death.
Over the years Morgan used any means to revive the White Dragon, and Mordred herself had been a tool of Morgan.
Yet even so, Mordred still hoped Mother would achieve her wish.
"Never thought you like Mother that much," Agravain said.
"I hate her. Because of her, I was born," Mordred propped her chin and yawned lazily, tears glinting at the corner of her eyes.
She yawned again and said in a languid tone, "But that doesn't stop me from wanting her to be happy, though I don't know why."
Agravain was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mordred deeply.
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