Morgan le Fay stood to the side, her beautiful eyes beneath the veil fixed on the battle ahead. For some reason, she vaguely sensed that something was off.
An ancient being from beyond the heavens, logically speaking, her magical power shouldn't be this weak.
High in the sky, the blood-red moon rotated silently.
The night wind brushed past. A woman in a white dress, golden hair flowing loose, stood quietly within the blood moon, as if floating in the void. Her skirt fluttered, her bare feet white as snow.
She gazed indifferently at the avatar on the ground that was currently fighting King Arthur.
Very soon, as if she had sensed something, she subconsciously turned her head toward the direction of Camelot Palace.
There, she could clearly feel a unique magical power rapidly approaching.
If that were all, Arcueid naturally wouldn't have known the other party's identity.
However, not long ago Alvin had communicated with Gaia through the Holy Lance, and with the Promised Sword of Victory in his possession, he naturally carried Gaia's aura as well.
Without a doubt, the White Dragon had also been drawn over.
A delighted smile bloomed on Arcueid's face.
"So you've finally come, the White Dragon of Britain!"
However, just as Arcueid turned to leave, she suddenly felt a chill on her back. A powerful presence locked onto her.
Arcueid instinctively turned her head, only to see that the magic in Morgan le Fay's staff had already condensed and was being swung straight at her.
"Trying to fool both me and King Arthur at the same time with a single avatar? You really are underestimating me!"
She hadn't expected Morgan to notice the abnormality of the avatar on the ground so quickly. Arcueid was clearly startled for a moment, then very soon, a wanton smile appeared on her breathtakingly beautiful face.
When she first awakened in the 'Millennium Castle,' Arcueid had once looked down on this planet's so-called powerful beings. In her eyes, unless they were UOs from other planets, any so-called strong enemies were hardly worth mentioning.
Yet this time, having just descended upon Britain, this nation at the end of the Age of Gods gave her a massive 'surprise.'
The Red Dragon and the White Dragon, and now also Morgan le Fay, the 'Lord of the Isle' who had swallowed up Britain, it seemed this journey of hers wouldn't be boring after all.
Arcueid suddenly raised her right hand, the blood moon behind her casting her figure in an exceptionally bewitching light.
Magical power poured out from her palm, surging toward Morgan le Fay.
In the next instant, the two streams of magic erupted violently, shooting straight into the clouds. For a time, strange phenomena filled the sky. The grass and branches on the ground were destroyed by the magical power, yet in the very next moment, fresh green shoots rapidly sprouted again.
After becoming the Lord of the Isle, Morgan could even make withered plants instantly grow back. It was precisely with this kind of blessing that she was able to temporarily hold her ground against Arcueid.
The commotion here instantly alarmed mages all across Britain, including the Knights of the Round Table deep within the palace.
"What's going on? An enemy attack?"
"Could it be enemies approaching the palace? Who would have the guts? Could it be the beings that descended from the flying vessel not long ago?"
One knight after another rushed out of the palace, some not even having time to put on their armor.
Rumble!
Ever more massive waves of magical power echoed between heaven and earth, reverberating through every corner of the royal city.
Some high-ranking transmigrators who had been resting angrily stormed out of their rooms, but upon seeing the night sky shrouded by the blood moon, their expressions changed abruptly. Their anger vanished instantly as they silently retreated back inside.
Such terrifying magical power was clearly caused by extremely powerful beings from the Age of Gods, far beyond the limits of ordinary mages, there was no need to throw themselves into danger.
Of course, some people didn't want to get involved, but others were quite interested in the commotion over there.
At this moment, a woman with a sharp, tidy hairstyle was holding a glass of red wine, gazing through the window toward the direction of the blood moon.
She was the Lord of the Department of Law and Politics, the acting director of the Clock Tower, Barthomeloi.
"A blood moon hanging in the sky, looks like the enemy didn't come with good intentions."
Not far beside Barthomeloi, the Lord of the Department of Zoology, Gaiuslink, spoke respectfully.
"The target is Britain. There's no need for us to get involved in this matter."
Barthomeloi thought for a moment, then suddenly had an idea, "Your familiar should still be nearby, right? Don't let it leave for now."
"You're interested in that battle?", Gaiuslink couldn't help but freeze.
Based on his understanding of this lady, unless it benefited her, Barthomeloi would never voluntarily step into a vortex.
"Even the strongest enemy won't be a problem for Britain if those two sisters join forces."
After a brief pause, a faint smile appeared on Barthomeloi's face, "But I'm very interested in him."
"Perhaps, he'll also head there for this battle."
Not long ago, King Marco had spoken of various deeds related to the 'White Dragon.'
From that point on, Barthomeloi had become deeply interested in the White Dragon.
'The White Dragon, Britain's watchman… if he really is that Alvin from the Clock Tower…'
Barthomeloi couldn't help licking her lips, draining the red wine in one gulp.
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At this moment, Alvin naturally had no idea what was happening at the center of the battlefield. He had just been secretly following behind the pair of sisters all the way, only to lose them along the way.
Or rather, it wasn't that he lost them, but that he had been blocked by a spatial gate on the road.
"What the hell is this thing?"
Alvin stared at the spatial gate that had appeared in his field of vision and fell into thought.
He could just ignore the gate and move on, but this might have something to do with the master of the flying vessel that had descended upon Britain not long ago?
'Better not leave it alone…'
With that thought in mind, Alvin immediately made his decision and stepped toward the spatial gate.
In an instant, a powerful suction force dragged him inside.
As if entering another world, the surrounding environment changed from open plains to an endless expanse of stars.
And at the end of these stars was a pitch-black chair.
An old man was sitting on the chair with one leg crossed, his chin resting on his hand as he curiously examined Alvin.
He looked like a rather serene old gentleman. His silver-white hair was neatly combed, and time hadn't left particularly deep marks on his face. His facial features were firm, and his withered yellow hands gripped a cane.
For a moment, Alvin couldn't quite tell the old man's age, because both his appearance and skin clearly suggested he was no longer young.
Yet whether it was his bearing or the barely concealed explosive strength beneath his seated posture, everything about him gave off an extremely sharp impression.
'Damn, that's cool. If only I could be this cool when I'm old,' Alvin sighed inwardly.
Though that clearly wasn't realistic. After all, he had pulled the Sword from the Stone, and his physical age would no longer change.
"It seems my initial guess was correct. You are Britain's White Dragon, but also a student of the Clock Tower?", the old man spoke first.
His voice was full and resonant, completely lacking any sense of frailty.
Alvin's thoughts stirred as he looked the old man over several times. For some reason, a vague sense of familiarity suddenly arose.
Following the memories in his mind, a name quickly surfaced.
The Jewel Old Man.
That's right. This old man was one of the world's only five "Magicians," the wielder of the Second Magic, Kaleidoscope, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg.
If memory served, he was also one of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors.
Of course, in the original work, the reason this old man who wielded the Second Magic became a Dead Apostle also seemed to be related to Arcueid, as Alvin thought this, his train of thought suddenly stalled slightly.
'Wait… the blood moon appearing over Britain, and the Jewel Old Man standing before him right now.'
'Could the one invading Britain be…'
Alvin's heart skipped a beat. As if realizing something, he opened his personal panel to confirm his suspicion.
And when he saw the text in the final entry, Alvin fell into a long silence.
[The Widow of the Moon]
[Living upon the moon, dwelling in the Millennium Castle, the one who accompanied her through endless ages was an ordinary human who never wished to become a bloodkin.]
'Very well… there is no need to keep guessing. This is indeed Arcueid.'
Judging by this, the Arcueid currently appearing in Britain likely possessed memories related to the simulation game's "Millennium Castle CG."
Yet thinking of this, Alvin remained extremely calm.
His name was different in every era. Though his appearance didn't change, as long as he kept 'Watchman EX' activated the entire time, no one would be able to recognize his identity.
Although it was now certain that all the simulation games he had played had become reality, one had to remember that he was the White Dragon.
Whether it was Lily, Morgan, or even Arcueid invading Britain right now, he could always find a chance to suppress them later.
'Me flipping the car? If I could flip the car… no, better not jinx it.'
'Compared to that, why would the Jewel Old Man come looking for me out of nowhere?'
Alvin quickly raised his head and looked at the white-haired old man seated on the chair.
The Jewel Old Man, wielder of the Second Magic, also had another identity, the founder of the Clock Tower.
In a sense, he could even be considered Alvin's teacher's teacher.
"Why are you looking for me, Mr. Kischur?"
Upon hearing this form of address, the old man was clearly taken aback, then quickly said in surprise, "You know who I am?"
Alvin shrugged, "You just said you've been observing me for a while, and you mentioned the Clock Tower… so naturally I'd think of high-ranking figures connected to the Clock Tower."
"My teacher is Kayneth, so I've met all the Lords of the Clock Tower before, but I've never seen you."
"So, I could only assume you were on the director's level."
The Jewel Old Man pinched his chin with one hand, studying Alvin with interest for a few moments, "Even so, you shouldn't have been able to guess my true identity."
"After all, I'm not the current director of the Clock Tower."
Alvin said calmly, "The current director is just like you, rarely seen. Most of the time, the one actually managing the Clock Tower is the Lord of the Department of Law and Politics, Lady Barthomeloi."
"As for why I know your identity, probably because the current director doesn't give me as strong a sense of danger as you do."
In the Age of Gods that Britain belonged to, Alvin, who could transform into the White Dragon, possessed extremely violent power. Yet even so, facing this old man, he still felt a sense of threat.
After all, the Jewel Old Man was someone who could fight Arcueid to a draw.
Of course, all those guesses Alvin had just mentioned were really just excuses he made up on the spot.
He couldn't exactly tell Zelretch, ["In my past life I used you as Mystic Code gear all the time, starting with 80 NP was amazing. How could I forget what you look like?"]
The Jewel Old Man clearly believed him, and couldn't help giving Alvin a few more approving looks.
"I didn't expect the Clock Tower to still have students like you nowadays. I was originally worried that the future Clock Tower would gradually decline due to internal strife."
Alvin smiled, "The Clock Tower is far stronger than you imagine."
Not to mention Aozaki Touko as a Grand, but even his own teacher Kayneth was a genius who was easily overlooked.
In the original work Alvin knew, there was once such a hypothesis: if Kayneth had not died in the Holy Grail War, the planetary destruction that Gaia feared, the issue of the Land of Steel, would have been resolved by Kayneth.
Whether that was exaggerated or not aside, at the very least it proved that Kayneth's talent was beyond doubt.
The Jewel Old Man thought for a moment, then soon smiled, "Perhaps you're right. The future Clock Tower may indeed not need this old man to worry about it."
"However, if that woman isn't dealt with, the Clock Tower probably won't have a future to speak of."
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