Morgan said coldly and quietly, "If I make you choose between me and her, what would you do?"
Alvin showed a hint of helplessness and said softly, "Morgan, do you really hate Lily?"
"Do you remember why you wanted to overturn this country and kill King Arthur in the first place?"
Looking at the silent woman, Alvin continued, "It was because of the choices made by the former king and Merlin, wasn't it?"
Because they didn't trust Morgan le Fay, the former king and Merlin created the 'Red Dragon,' Artoria.
After that, everything Morgan did was, in fact, just to prove that their choice back then had been wrong.
When Alvin finished speaking, he saw a strong surge of hatred appear on Morgan's delicate, strikingly beautiful face. It was a reaction she had never shown in front of Alvin before.
But slowly, she gradually calmed down and said quietly, "I wanted to destroy this country, not simply because of Merlin and my father's decision."
"Then what else?", Alvin asked instinctively.
Morgan glanced at him and said, "You'll find out in the future."
Alvin looked puzzled and hesitated, "You can't say it now?"
"I don't want to talk about these things right now, but you're right about one thing. The real fault doesn't lie with King Arthur, but with Merlin."
Morgan's voice was low and filled with danger, "Always looking down on everything in the world from on high, molding Artoria from an innocent girl into the King Arthur she is now. I wonder if that nightmare ever feels regret?"
Alvin fell silent as well.
In the stories he knew, Artoria had drawn the Sword in the Stone herself and become king, but... Since this whole scheme had been laid out with King Uther, Merlin couldn't possibly have not been the one pushing things along behind the scenes.
"Lily isn't as clueless about human hearts as she used to be," Alvin suddenly said.
"That's because you're here," Morgan replied coldly, "If you weren't in Britannia, heh! Forget understanding people's hearts. Even this cooperation with the transmigrators would probably have fallen apart."
Because of Alvin's return, she had gradually become willing to change, rather than blindly treating transmigrators as alien beings to be exterminated. Although Morgan hadn't been in the palace before, after returning and understanding the whole situation, she had more or less figured out Artoria's change in mindset.
"You really understand Lily well," Alvin couldn't help but smile.
The person who understood Artoria best in this world wasn't Alvin, but Morgan le Fay.
Morgan shot him a glance and snorted coldly, "If you want to kill someone, you first have to understand them. That's basic common sense."
"That really is your style," Alvin said with a smile. Seeing Morgan's expression, he secretly let out a breath of relief.
He hadn't planned on making Morgan accept Artoria so quickly tonight. He had only wanted to probe her true feelings.
Judging by this, although she said she disliked Lily, she didn't truly hate her that much. Otherwise, even if Merlin had taken Artoria to Avalon that day, Morgan would have found a way to chase her down and kill her.
This woman's world wasn't very large, and her younger sister actually occupied a place in it as well. Maybe not a big one, but still filled with complicated feelings.
Perhaps it was guilt over having an affair with her sister's husband, or perhaps it was because she couldn't bear to see the once pure and innocent girl become the Arthur who now bore everything on her shoulders. In any case, Morgan didn't truly hate Artoria, nor did she really want to kill her.
In the end, it was just a bit of tsundere behavior. Of course, getting her to accept Lily right now still wasn't realistic. It would have to be done step by step.
Alvin asked, "During this period, is Lily still the one handling Britannia's affairs?"
Morgan replied with a short "Mm," and said lightly, "I don't have much interest in the throne anymore."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly looked Alvin over carefully a few times, then asked in a casual tone, "By the way, you came into my bedchamber in the middle of the night. If Lily knew, wouldn't she be angry?"
Alvin shook his head, "I'm not sure, but I felt like you were in a bad mood tonight, so I wanted to come see you first."
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at the tsundere Big Sis. She seemed a little moved, a flicker of joy and shyness flashing through her eyes, but she quickly hid it.
By now, at the stage where everything was laid bare, Morgan also understood that it was impossible to make Alvin leave with her. What she truly wanted deep down was to be valued.
Alvin gently stroked the woman's smooth silver hair, then suddenly seemed to think of something and said, "After you mentioned Gaia earlier, I've felt a bit uneasy. I'm going to check on Tiamat and Ishtar, just in case something really goes wrong."
Morgan was clearly in a very good mood and nodded lightly, "Go on."
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Alvin slowly got out of bed, lazily stretched, and walked out of the bedchamber.
He looked around, and after confirming no one was there, he immediately broke into a run, quickly heading toward Artoria's bedchamber.
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Alvin considered himself a very devoted person.
Whether it was Morgan or Artoria, he held the same feelings for both of them.
What? Which one did he like more, the older sister or the younger sister? Of course he liked both the older sister and the younger sister more, did that even need choosing?
In truth, both Artoria and Morgan le Fay knew very well that at this point, Alvin couldn't abandon either of them. It was just that, because of the misunderstandings and hatred accumulated between the sisters in the past, it was very difficult for them to reconcile in the short term.
Therefore, they needed a common enemy to ease this conflict.
And that enemy could only be Merlin. After all, King Uther was already dead, so the blame could only fall on Merlin now.
Alvin walked along the quiet corridors late at night, heading toward Artoria's resting bedchamber.
Halfway there, he suddenly remembered something and stopped.
Alvin first materialized mana, then changed the clothes on his body. He also reached out and plucked a wildflower nearby, rubbing its juice onto his clothes.
He lowered his head and sniffed, and only after confirming that there was no trace of Morgan le Fay's scent on him did he continue toward the King of Arthur's bedchamber.
There were no guards at the door, so he went straight through to the depths of the chamber, stopped before the door, and knocked.
The bedchamber door opened automatically, and Artoria's voice rang out, calm yet carrying a hint of authority.
"I thought you were planning to stay with Big Sis tonight."
After the conflict between Morgan and Artoria earlier that day, Alvin hadn't immediately gone after Morgan. Instead, he stayed behind with Artoria to finish handling that day's affairs, then found an excuse to go comfort Morgan.
Although this was done with Artoria's tacit approval, when she thought of her alluring and beautiful Big Sis, she couldn't help but imagine scenes of her sister holding the boy in her arms and other intimate moments, her mood inevitably became complicated.
Alvin walked into the bedchamber and saw Artoria's noble and beautiful figure. Her golden hair, usually tied up, was now naturally flowing down as she sat in front of the sofa. In the dim light, there wasn't the slightest expression on her dignified, gorgeous face.
Not far in front of her stood a young girl, her body stiff, looking like a student being made to stand as punishment by a teacher.
"Little Mo?"
Alvin stepped forward and immediately recognized the girl. He asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"
When Mordred heard Alvin's voice, her eyes lit up with joy, but upon seeing the expressionless King Arthur, she immediately drooped her head again in dejection.
"She somehow heard that you returned to the palace today, so she wanted to come find you. She snuck into my bedchamber and I happened to catch her," Artoria explained.
After hearing Artoria's explanation, Alvin looked at Mordred a few more times with surprise.
Seemingly uncomfortable with being stared at, Mordred said irritably, "Don't get the wrong idea. I was just curious about what happened to you in the Imaginary World, so I came to take a look."
Alvin paused.
She said that, but really she was just worried about him, right? Whether it was these sisters or Little Mo, they all seemed to have tsundere tendencies passed down through the family.
Alvin reached out and patted Mordred on the head, saying gently, "You should head back first. I have something to talk about with her alone."
Mordred instinctively glanced at Artoria. Seeing that she didn't object, she finally relaxed and quickly left.
She had only snuck over because she was worried about Alvin. Now that she saw her father alive and kicking, she was naturally reassured.
Watching Mordred leave the bedchamber, Artoria suddenly said, "Your relationship with Little Mo seems to have gotten much closer recently."
"She's easy to get along with to begin with. Her personality can be a bit odd sometimes, but at heart she's a good kid. She just didn't receive much care when she was young," Alvin said with a smile.
In the orthodox Type-Moon history, Mordred eventually rebelled against Artoria. But in this timeline, that 'father and child killing each other' scenario probably wouldn't happen anymore.
Artoria, Morgan le Fay, and Mordred were all tightly connected by Alvin as the central hub. As long as they could understand one another, the future 'Battle of Camelot' should never come to pass.
Alvin sat down beside Artoria, glanced again at the noble and beautiful face of the golden-haired King of Knights, and hesitated before asking, "Are you angry?"
He had only gone to see Morgan. Lily should have that much tolerance.
Artoria silently turned her face away and said coldly, "I'm not that petty. If I were really angry, I wouldn't have let you go see Big Sis in the first place."
She said that, but her lips were pressed tightly together, and there was no expression at all on her fair, coldly beautiful face. She was clearly unhappy.
However, seeing the King Arthur who usually acted like a political machine, oblivious to human feelings, show such an emotional reaction late at night gave her an indescribable charm.
'She didn't chase me away. She's waiting for me to comfort her,' Alvin relaxed, knowing this could still be salvaged, and said seriously, "Lily, I've already sworn that I'll always stay by your side from now on."'
Artoria suddenly looked up, "Then what about Big Sis?"
If Alvin truly didn't care about Morgan, he wouldn't have gone to see her and comfort her today.
'This guy really wants everything, and more on top of that. Absolutely despicable.'
"Dare you say you have no feelings for her at all?"
Artoria's gaze darkened, and an impulse arose within her to open the basement and have Alvin live there for a couple of days.
"If I said I had no feelings for her at all, you probably wouldn't believe me either," Alvin sighed, "But don't you have any feelings for her at all, Lily?"
The emotions Artoria had just built up were instantly disrupted. She frowned and said, "How could I possibly have any feelings for her…"
Alvin showed a hint of helplessness, "I don't know what you think, but your sister has actually never been willing to let go of the feelings between you."
This wasn't really a lie, since Morgan had said it herself.
Artoria froze, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
'She isn't willing to let go of her feelings with me?'
'If she really wasn't willing, how could Morgan have secretly launched a rebellion back then?"
Artoria stared at Alvin for a long time, and then suddenly remembered something important.
When Morgan returned to the palace, she already had full control of the 'Lord of the Island' power, yet when they fought years later, Morgan hadn't truly gone all out.
Even after Artoria entered Avalon, Morgan hadn't tried to pursue her.
People all have two sides, and Morgan was a 'trinity' existence.
On one hand, she had feelings for her younger sister. On the other, she envied everything her sister possessed.
"I'm not trying to make you reconcile right away, but at least both sides can calm down first."
Alvin boldly held Artoria's soft, delicate hand, his tone gentle and sincere, "Lily, I'll always be with you, so you can trust me a little more."
"I'll definitely mediate your relationship properly. Whether it's between you and Morgan, or for Britannia's future, this will only bring benefits, not harm, right?"
In the official history, the hatred between King Arthur and Morgan le Fay was too deep for either side to even listen to the other.
But in this world, Alvin existed. Like a lubricant, even when stuck between the sisters, he would do his best to prevent their friction from sparking.
The warmth from his palm seemed comforting. A faint blush appeared on Artoria's noble, beautiful face. She stole a glance at Alvin, and an inexplicable ripple stirred in her heart.
But as if she thought of something, her expression gradually cooled, "Did you come persuade me tonight only so I'd make up with Big Sis?"
"You even went to see her first tonight. Maybe you even…"
She wanted to say that maybe Alvin had even been having an affair with her sister, but she ultimately held it back.
Morgan le Fay was a bewitchingly beautiful woman who often carried a unique, faint fragrance.
The Red Dragon's senses, including her sense of smell, were extremely sharp, yet she hadn't smelled even a trace of Morgan's distinctive scent on Alvin.
Alvin gazed deeply into Artoria's eyes and said softly, "If I had come to see you first tonight, wouldn't I still have had to go talk to Big Sis afterward?"
"And you know her personality. If I delayed too long, I was worried it would cause unnecessary conflict again."
On one hand, he explained why he went to see Morgan first that night. On the other, he subtly praised Artoria, implying that she was the magnanimous King Arthur.
At this point, the coldness Artoria had been maintaining gradually softened, and the displeasure in her gaze faded.
Alvin moved a little closer, his other hand slipping beneath Artoria's cloak to her slender, soft waist, looking at this golden-haired King of Knights wearing a magnificent crown and blessed with peerless beauty.
She lowered her head slightly, as if thinking about something, or perhaps simply trying to stay composed because of her nervousness.
Brows like distant mountains, full lips, exuding the mature charm and unique gallantry of a queen.
'As expected, although they looked very similar, Lily and Morgan are indeed two different types,' Alvin couldn't help sighing inwardly.
When Morgan le Fay was shy, she showed girlish bashfulness and joy, yet her aura became even more seductive and enchanting.
But when Artoria was shy, she still maintained the bearing of one in authority. Because she was very competitive, to put it simply, she cared a lot about appearances.
Even now, despite her overwhelming shyness, she still kept her back straight, like a ruler looking down from on high.
Alvin didn't take the next step. He simply looked at her like this.
In the quiet bedchamber, the sound of heartbeats seemed especially clear. The high rise of the King Arthur's chest rose and fell gently, and an proveking blush spread across her dignified, noble face.
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