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Alvin actually considered himself a gentleman. He never took advantage of others.
However, perhaps because of Morgan le Fay's innate charm or whatever, when he saw Morgan le Fay revealing much more skin than usual, Alvin's heart was indeed stirred.
Her light blue gown clung tightly to her sexy, graceful figure, the full chest proudly filling the fabric, and faintly visible was the bright red mark on her chest.
The two of them looked at each other. Morgan's beautiful eyes slowly appraised the boy, and soon she glanced at Alvin's chest with an unusual sparkle in her eyes.
Morgan stepped forward toward Alvin, a charming smile at the corner of her mouth, "Your magic circuit is really quite special."
The woman, just out of the bath, still had a few water droplets on her, which made her pale skin appear flawless and touchable.
That soft object, as large as half a basketball, looked especially enticing under the low-cut gown.
Morgan reached out and gently stroked the boy's face.
Then she pulled Alvin into her arms.
At first she just held him lightly, feeling the boy's face buried in her, his breathing gradually speeding up.
But slowly her grip tightened, as if she wanted to completely enfold the boy into her body, a flush of intoxication crossing her face.
'Is she planning on committing a murder by pressing me into her bo*bs?', Alvin cursed wildly inside, but his body relaxed gradually.
Although the woman's display of affection at this moment was almost suffocatingly passionate, especially with his face trapped against that sumptuous chest, Alvin still did not bring himself to push Morgan away.
Morgan was a revenger. To dispel her hatred, she first had to make her feel love.
For that reason, even if right now he was tightly held by Morgan, even if his whole face was pressed into her bosom and the fullness made him a little breathless, Alvin endured.
These were necessary sacrifices.
As the atmosphere grew warmer, Alvin felt every inch of his skin cling to Morgan's sexy body. His hand slid along the gown and slipped into Morgan's waist.
"Mm~"
Morgan's body trembled. The queenly posture she had been maintaining vanished. Her beautiful eyes were full of moisture as she looked down at the boy with tenderness.
Although from the start she had given off an attitude of "you are all insects who should be trampled under my feet," this reaction was actually quite cute. Alvin's palm moved up along Morgan's waist.
"Alvin, I have a question I want to ask you."
Morgan bit her red lip lightly, seeming to preserve a trace of reason, and looked down at him.
"Ask," Alvin said.
"If I'm not mistaken, your magic circuit should not contain the power of the Red Dragon, right?"
"…", The instant the woman's voice fell, Alvin's body suddenly froze.
Morgan's bewitching face always kept a softness, her tone sweet and charming, but Alvin clearly saw a hint of danger in her eyes.
A woman like Morgan le Fay, if you were with her you must either be wholeheartedly devoted, or be prepared at any time to be thrown into a cellar to play her special little games.
After all, her perception was astonishing, which meant her ability to catch infidelity was maxed out.
Alvin's mind raced, but before he could speak, the woman said again in an incredibly gentle voice, "Actually it doesn't matter. You were married to Lily, so after you returned to the palace she would naturally find you."
"After all, I am the one who came later."
At the end of her words, the woman's eyes seemed to dim a little.
As someone who had played countless gal games, especially having previously cleared the Britain route with all CGs unlocked, Alvin believed he understood the heroines' personalities very well.
What the sister said sounded like she was being magnanimous, but actually she was waiting for my response. Alvin nonchalantly held Morgan's delicate hand and said quietly, "Feelings are not about right or wrong. You just fell for someone you shouldn't have."
Morgan lightly pressed her red lips, a little forlorn, "Do you think I shouldn't have interfered with your life?"
"In a sense, you probably shouldn't have interfered with my life back then," Alvin said.
The unexpected answer made Morgan pause. She instinctively looked up at the boy.
At this close distance, if she wanted she could launch a surprise attack, yet Morgan felt saddened by Alvin's words.
Alvin continued, "If it weren't for you, after marrying Lily I would likely have had an ordinary but happy married life."
Although his tone was very calm, it carried a certain sting, and a complex expression flashed across Morgan's eyes.
"But I'm also glad you drew near me back then."
At that moment Alvin's voice sounded at her ear again.
The woman's eyes flickered, her face showing confusion.
"Why?"
If she had not approached Alvin to take revenge on her sister, there would have been no later White Dragon battle that shook the empire.
"I first approached you just to get revenge—"
Before Morgan finished, Alvin gently interrupted, "To get revenge on Lily, right?"
"But later when we were together, was it still out of revenge?"
For a time, the witch, who had always been proud like a queen, was at a loss and did not know what to say.
Alvin put his arm around Morgan's waist and gently said, "I'm glad you approached me. If not, I would never have known what Morgan le Fay was truly like."
"Britain sees you as a witch, but I never thought you were someone with an antisocial personality."
"My nature is indeed somewhat lonely."
"I know."
Alvin pressed Morgan's shoulder and pushed her against the wall.
At this moment the boy's body was almost completely pressed against hers.
Morgan le Fay's heart involuntarily sped up. She lifted her moist, beautiful eyes. In them was the old bitterness over his betrayal, but also an indescribable expectation and unease.
Alvin looked at Morgan's pretty face tenderly and said, "The world thinks Morgan le Fay is an unfeeling, arrogant witch, but I know she has a truly soft place inside."
Without giving Morgan a chance to react, Alvin switched to offense and kissed her.
"!!!!"
The moment their lips met, even through that proud chest, Alvin seemed to feel Morgan's uncontrollable, quickened heartbeat.
They kissed, and after some time Alvin released Morgan's lips and said with a hint of apology, "Forgive my rudeness, but I want to more precisely feel your magic."
"Alvin, you—"
Before she finished, Alvin lifted her mature, voluptuous body and gently laid her on the snowy white bed behind them.
Thud! Thud!
The White Dragon core suddenly emitted a vibration like a king's engine.
When Alvin placed his hand on Morgan, a special interface suddenly appeared before his eyes.
[You have obtained a special achievement: Witch's Affection EX]
[Countdown remaining: 00:00:60:00]
'Another achievement unlocked?'
'Also, why is the countdown only one hour left?'
Alvin was stunned for a moment, then quickly composed himself.
'Whatever, important business first.'
———
In the palace garden, Kayneth looked at the countdown page that had appeared before his eyes and murmured, "Only one hour left on the countdown?"
"Finally almost over."
Even this stone master of the Clock Tower could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
After being thrashed around in divine-era Britain, his only thought now was to return home quickly.
No wonder. Since arriving in this age Kayneth had met various Round Table knights, then King Arthur, and now even Morgan had appeared in the palace.
Although she had not immediately cleaned them up, nobody knew if the witch would come looking for them after finishing her current business.
Thinking of that arrogant and dangerous witch, Kayneth could not help but tremble inside remembering their encounter.
Her level of magic was almost without resistance, and clearly she had held back.
The battle outside the palace Kayneth had not witnessed in person, but from the nearly suffocating magic then, it was clear Morgan had only been toying with him.
The real level of Morgan le Fay showed in her fight with King Arthur.
"This world is really dangerous."
The blonde noble girl sat with one leg over the other on the white wooden chair, her black stockings crossed. With a trace of curiosity she looked at the deep blue interface and said, "I wonder what will happen when this countdown ends?"
"If only we could return to the present world."
Kayneth said lightly, "Since we were able to transmigrate to this world, it would not be strange to return when the countdown ends."
Still, he had a worry in his heart.
'After returning, will this adventure be over?'
If they suddenly transmigrate back to divine-era Britain again?
For some reason Kayneth felt a bit unwilling to accept that.
Soon Winters will open a Holy Grail War.
If he could take advantage of this opportunity to obtain someone's holy relic from divine-era Britain, he would have more confidence in the future Grail War.
But the palace is too dangerous right now. They must act cautiously.
Thinking of this, Kayneth unexpectedly thought of his disciple and said thoughtfully, "Reines, if we return to the present this time, call Alvin over to see me."
According to Reines's information, his disciple Alvin also transmigrated to Britain, and previously had met Reines in the royal city.
Though Alvin was clever, with King Arthur missing and Britain possibly under Morgan's control, the future could change drastically.
It was still necessary to warn Alvin.
———
Meanwhile, the ones seeing the countdown were not only Kayneth, but magi from various eras.
On a plain thousands of miles from Camelot, a girl in a floral dress stood quietly on a mountaintop, gazing at the towering white building in the distance.
"Divine-era Britain. It's a pity I couldn't see these divine-era magi with my own eyes this time."
"But it doesn't matter. Even if you could use illusion to mess with me this time, when I come back next time I will still step into Camelot."
The blonde girl's eyes were deep as she stared in a certain direction with a smile that did not reach her face.
No wonder she was so angry. Since she first arrived in Britain she had wanted to head for Camelot, but before she set out the court mages had interfered with illusions.
By the time she finally dispelled the illusion, the countdown was almost over.
Then, as if sensing something, the girl lifted her eyelids and, as if looking through the void, stared toward a certain direction.
"You can see through the current clairvoyance, so you must still be spying on me, huh?"
The girl gazed in the direction of Camelot Palace and a faint smile appeared, "Wait. I will kill you, Mr. Merlin."
———
[Deep in Avalon]
Merlin looked at the girl waving at him with a subtly amused expression.
Soon a fun smile crept onto his face.
"She really is a stubborn one to be stuck watching me."
Artoria slowly opened her eyes. Her anger had gradually cooled as she glared at Merlin, "What have you been doing since the beginning?"
Merlin waved his hand and smiled, "Nothing much. Among the magi who transmigrated this time there was a rather troublesome one, so I used an illusionary trap to keep her pinned down."
Artoria was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise on her face.
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