"..What exactly is that woman trying to do? Why did she send a letter right after the King had just left?"
"..Could it be that she regrets it?"
"..We should have struck first earlier. If we had joined forces, we might not have been unable to keep her here forever.."
Upon hearing that Arcueid had sent a messenger, a wave of discussion and speculation immediately swept through the Hall of Kings.
Artoria said nothing.
But for some reason, her instinct had been sounding alarm bells since just a moment ago.
Queen of the Moon.. just what is this woman trying to pull now?
"Let her envoy in."
Artoria said expressionlessly, raising the cup of black tea on the table and taking a sip.
Very soon, the envoy from Millennium Castle entered the Hall of Kings under escort.
Artoria sat upright before the throne, her gaze resting steadily upon the envoy of the Millennium Castle.
Then, a calm and pleasant voice echoed through the hall:
"Does Arcueid have anything else she wishes to add?"
The envoy's heart skipped a beat.
Upon seeing the King of Britain, her saintly aquamarine eyes set off that noble and beautiful face, making her presence overwhelmingly stunning.
Even though she had been at Arcueid Brunsteid's side for many years, in front of this King of Britain, she still felt a deep and genuine awe.
She quickly lowered her gaze and respectfully presented the letter with both hands:
"My Lady has asked me to deliver this letter to you."
To be honest, when she first learned that Arcueid was sending her as an envoy to Britain's royal palace, she had been uneasy, afraid that it might be a one-way trip.
But when she learned that the True Ancestor only intended to personally write a letter, to formally propose marriage to the youth named "Alvin" — her heart immediately relaxed.
It was better to settle things peacefully after all.
As long as the True Ancestor was not sending something like a letter of challenge, everything could be negotiated...
Sighing in relief, Artoria opened the envelope and glanced over the contents.
Then, as if catching sight of some particularly sensitive words, her expression suddenly froze.
Crack—
Her fingers unconsciously clenched tighter.
The teacup was instantly covered in a network of cracks, until finally, it shattered completely into fragments.
Seeing this, everyone present felt a faint chill in their hearts.
The envoy from Millennium Castle stood aside with her head lowered.
However, the heart she had just calmed instantly died again.
Her lips twitched wildly, screaming inwardly:
True Ancestor-sama, just what on earth did you write in that letter?!
Why would it enrage the King of Britain to this degree?!
Before this, she had thought acting as a messenger and delivering a letter was no big deal.
But now.. this was damn near a high-risk occupation!
"Did the other side make some kind of outrageous demand?"
Seeing Artoria's emotionless face, Agravain asked with a grim tone.
Kay's expression was also severe.
"Your Majesty, what did the other party say?"
Judging from the power that the Moon Queen had shown previously, she was indeed a troublesome opponent... but if she repeatedly tried to test their limits, then even if it came to mutual destruction, they could not allow her to run rampant.
Artoria said nothing, and simply tossed the letter onto the table.
Kay picked up the letter, skimmed over it briefly, and his expression quickly turned a little strange.
Agravain, Lancelot, and the others leaned over one after another.
When they read the contents of the letter, their expressions also became subtly complicated.
Actually, in a certain sense, the Moon Queen's request was not excessive... at least, in the letter she sincerely expressed that if the White Dragon was subjected to "correction" by the Counter Force in the future, she would spare no effort to protect Alvin.
And the condition she offered was just one.
In fact, that condition even helped preserve King Artoria's reputation, it was beneficial and not harmful to either side.
The content Arcueid proposed in her letter was not marriage with the White Dragon, but with the young man named "Alvin".. and that was all.
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"..Did you hear? I heard the King got really mad during today's meeting."
"The King actually.. could it have something to do with the transmigrators?"
"If you really think about it, it is related to a transmigrator. It seems it's about that young man from the banquet recently.. supposedly, he's going to marry someone.."
In the palace garden, two knights on patrol were quietly gossiping.
At that moment, a pleasant voice of a young girl suddenly came from nearby:
"What are you two chatting about?"
It was a noble girl with an elegant figure.
Her soft blond hair flowed freely, and beneath her long black stockings were a pair of suede ankle boots.
Her aura was pure and graceful, and a harmless smile adorned her face.
The two knights looked at each other before the black-armored knight in the lead asked hesitantly:
"You are.. Lady Reines?"
Lady Reines had been living in the royal palace for some time, so the knights on patrol were all familiar with this noble lady from the Clock Tower.
"Good evening, gentlemen,"
Reines gave a graceful curtsy, then casually asked.
"What were you just discussing? Something about a young man at the banquet getting married?"
"Ah, yes. At the last banquet, did not the King invite a young man to dance?"
"Apparently the 'Queen of the Moon,' who descended from the moon, seems to be very fond of him, and even took the initiative to propose a 'marriage alliance' to the King."
"The young man from the banquet..?"
Reines softly repeated it, and then, as if recalling something important, her expression suddenly changed.
"What's that person's name?"
"If I remember correctly, it was.. Alvin,
I think?"
"But I still do not understand. For the King, such a marriage alliance is not necessarily a bad thing. Why would it make her so angry.."
The two knights continued chatting back and forth, but whatever they were saying afterward had already faded from Reines' ears.
She was completely immersed in an overwhelming shock, her head buzzing.
What the hell..?
The Moon King.. and Alvin?
Her first reaction was that maybe the two knights were gossiping.
But then again, what if it wasn't gossip?
"..Are you alright, Miss Reines..? Your face looks a bit pale."
"..I'm fine. Sorry, I have something urgent to attend to."
After a quick goodbye, Reines hurried off to find Kayneth.
When Reines had first heard the name "Moon King" among the lunar beings descending upon Britain, she had already guessed that woman's identity.
After all, the Clock Tower had effectively "transmigrated" to the Age of Gods in Britain, meaning they had some knowledge about what would eventually come to pass.
The Moon King, by certain measures, that woman could be considered the sworn enemy of the Clock Tower.
So why the hell would she seek out Alvin?
If word of this reached the Clock Tower's upper echelons, it could spark a massive incident...
Reines crossed a long corridor and pushed open a wooden door.
"Brother—!"
"..Reines, how many times have I told you to knock first? Why are you always in such a rush?"
Kayneth frowned slightly, but before he could scold her any further,
Reines had already summarized the news she'd just heard.
Kayneth had looked perfectly composed at first.
But by the time Reines finished telling the part that sounded almost like a fairytale, his expression completely froze.
The Moon King... In the version of history Kayneth knew, she once fought a fierce battle against the "Marshal of Magecraft," the old man known as the Jewel Magus.
Though the founder of the Clock Tower defeated the Moon King, he also suffered heavy injuries from that fight.
To the Clock Tower, the matter of the White Dragon was manageable.
But if Alvin got entangled with the Moon King...
The siblings looked at each other.
After a long silence, Kayneth drew in a deep breath and said darkly,
"..If you're not joking, then once we return to the present world, Alvin is going to be in serious trouble."
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Night had fallen.
A pitch-black castle floated silently under the night sky, exuding an ominous, dangerous aura.
It was the "Millennium Castle"—a domain manifested via Imaginary Element Materialization, currently eroding into the real world.
Its sudden descent tonight had already attracted attention from all sides.
People were heatedly discussing whether this castle was connected to the flying vessel that had recently appeared.
Of course, Alvin knew none of this.
The hazy moonlight filtered gently through the gauze curtains.
A cool breeze brushed past, making the white drapes dance like shadows.
Guided by a maid, Alvin soon arrived at a guest room as his gaze swept across the room.
"..Should I call this good luck or bad luck.."
He couldn't help but mutter inwardly.
The moment he had drawn the Sword of the Stars and saw the system alert, he knew it was only a matter of time before he attracted attention from beings beyond Earth.
But he hadn't expected that the first one to come knocking would be Arcueid...
Fortunately she had quite a lot of affection for him, and unfortunately...well she had quite a lot of affection for him.
After all, ahough she hadn't done anything to him yet, if things kept going the way they were... Lily and Morgan were bound to explode eventually.
Artoria might restrain herself for the sake of the bigger picture, but Morgan le Fay?
In Alvin's experience, that woman had never cared about consequences.
Even though Arcueid had warned of the threat of "Correction" targeting Alvin, and even though Morgan had tacitly approved of their marriage... once the wedding was over, there was no telling what she might do.
With that thought, Alvin opened his personal interface and glanced at the floating keywords.
[Reversal: White Moonlight EX]was still pulsing with a black glow, as if desperately warning him of an incoming yandere blade.
"Stop flashing and give me a solution already..."
He sighed. "I've got nothing left to throw at this."
At this point, he couldn't just walk out of Millennium Castle.
If he fled now, there was no telling what Arcueid might do.
..Forget it. Might as well wait until the wedding's done and see what she plans after that...
With that thought, Alvin reined in his wandering mind and lay down on the nearby bed.
Creak—
Just then, the closed door suddenly opened.
Alvin sensed something and instinctively turned to look.
But before he could react, a soft and voluptuous body suddenly wrapped around him from behind.
"..Arcueid? That was fast. You're already done with your business..?"
Just as Alvin opened his mouth to speak, he heard a seductive, melodious, and all too familiar, voice, whisper beside his ear:
"..Did you mistake me for the Moon King..? Looks like I shouldn't have interrupted your blissful little life just yet."
Morgan?!
Alvin's eyes widened abruptly as he turned around, and came face to face with the cold and beautiful witch.
"..You.."
For a moment, Alvin was stunned.
Morgan le Fay's long platinum hair flowed down like silk.
The evening gown she wore was impeccably cut, ending just at the thighs and perfectly outlining her alluring, curvaceous figure.
Beneath the hem were two dazzlingly white, shapely legs wrapped in black fishnet stockings.
The faint glimpse of her radiant skin beneath made the scene irresistibly seductive.
She wore silver high heels, her toenails painted a translucent jelly-pink that made one want to take a gentle bite.
Her usually icy and stunningly beautiful face was lightly made up today, and her azure eyes carried a subtle, teasing smile.
Although he had a lot to be shocked about, her beauty was always too mesmerizing compared to the rest.
Seeing Alvin frozen in awe, she tilted her head slightly and asked,
"..What's wrong? Not happy to see me?"
"..No.. I mean.. why are you here?" Coming back to his sense,
Alvin asked instinctively.
He knew that in the space of Millennium Castle, the ability of the "Isle Sovereign" didn't function.
Wasn't she worried that Arcueid would notice her presence?
And more than just sneaking in, she had actually come directly to him.
"..Are you worried about me? Or are you upset that I disturbed your intimate world with the Moon King?" Morgan asked with a playful smile.
"You're being overly sensitive.. Wait, don't you know that the 'Island's Master' doesn't work here?"
Alvin said helplessly.
"What's there to fear? Even without the Island's Master, I'm not afraid of the Moon King. And besides, aren't you here?"
She paused, then chuckled sweetly:
"..Unless, of course, you're taking her side."
"..But I believe, you still love me the most.. right?"
Hearing her words, Alvin was dazed for a moment before reflexively asking, "..You don't mind me and the Moon King's.."
He was about to say "wedding," but forcibly swallowed the word down, worried it might provoke Morgan.
But unexpectedly, the latter didn't seem to be too angry, instead, she just rolled her eyes at him, her expression instantly full of sultry charm:
"Mind what? It's not like I've ever married you."
Yes.. when Arcueid openly expressed her feelings, Morgan suddenly came to a realization.
There might be many shameless bitches around Alvin.. many who would marry him, but a lover, there could only be one.
To marry Alvin meant to officially establish a relationship.
But an established relationship meant there was a risk of being N.T.R'd.
But if there was no marriage.. then she would always be the one doing the N.T.R.
Even just thinking about that filled Morgan le Fay with a strange, inexplicable sense of joy.
After all, imagine a scenario, where the wedding night arrives, and the Moon King walks into the bridal chamber full of anticipation, only to find the cream of the cake had already been licked clean in advance…
'Ah.. Morgan, you mustn't let her imagination go too far.
Otherwise, you might not be able to contain her excitement.'
No, she was already starting to lose control.
Just imagining certain scenes made something stir in Morgan's chest.
Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, and a faint blush of temptation bloomed on her cold and elegant face.
Gazing intently at Alvin, she continued,
"..I don't know how much of what the Moon King said tonight was true, nor whether the Counter Force truly poses a threat to you.. But just in case, I'm willing to agree to her request, even if that request is to marry you."
Alvin was just about to speak, but Morgan gently pulled him into her arms and spoke in a casual, breezy tone. "..However, that didn't mean that once you marry her, our relationship would ends there. I've never agreed to such a thing with the Moon King."
"..Unless, of course, you want things between us to end?"
End?
Not in this lifetime—not ever.
Not only because Alvin was afraid Morgan's potential reaction, but because, in fact, he had absolutely no intention of ending anything.
Not only did he really like this Tsundere, charming, seductive witch, who had her eyes only for him.
He was still waiting for that long-cherished dream, the sister combo.
Seeing his reaction, Morgan's lips curled into a mesmerizing smile as she quietly savored the delicious, secret thrill....of stealing.
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Millennium Castle, at the corridor.
Golden strands of hair swayed gently with each step, high heels tapping against the floor with a crisp, melodious sound.
At the entrance to the corridor, two vampire-blooded servants bowed respectfully upon seeing the approaching woman.
"..Lady Arcueid."
Arcueid paused, before speaking in her usual cool and detached voice.
"..Has anyone approached here recently?"
"Aside from the young master Alvin whom you instructed us to escort here for rest, no one else has come near," the servant promptly replied.
Arcueid gave a soft "..mm" in response.
Then, as if recalling something amusing, a faint smile brushed across her otherwise indifferent face.
"..You may all leave now."
Her voice suddenly turned gentle.
"..Without my permission, no one is allowed to approach this area."
"..Understood."
Once the servants had fully withdrawn from view, Arcueid turned and cast her gaze back toward Alvin's room, quietly walking toward it.
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