No matter what, Morgan still counted as her and Gareth's "mother". Even if they did not like this mother, even if they had thought about rebelling against her, the one time they absolutely could not do so was now.
The most confused person present at this moment was still Alvin, the one involved.
The cool, soft touch of her lips, the endlessly suggestive breath, the moist eyes, the breathtakingly beautiful and seductive face faintly visible beneath the black veil.
He could vaguely smell a gentle yet enticing fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose.
Her sensual, graceful figure brought excellent tactile sensation, but Alvin had no time to savor any of it.
Because in the next instant he already felt the blazing holy sword light beside him.
Alvin: "…"
'Morgan le Fay, are you trying to get us to fight to the death?'
Feeling the countless piercing stares behind him, the little soul inside Alvin had already begun howling.
Originally, in Alvin's plans, even if Morgan really came to the royal palace, he had ways to cool the relationship between the two.
After all, Artoria had always been a very rational king.
But, even the most rational person would explode on the spot after seeing this, right?
This was like the "blond bastard" from certain books doing NTR to someone's wife right in front of her husband, and doing it while sitting on their face type output.
Even the most level-headed person would have their temper shoot straight up, let alone when the one doing the deed was her own elder sister.
'What is the court magician doing, contribute something here!'
Alvin secretly glanced at Merlin, but the latter could only give him a helpless look.
Not even Merlin's true body could clean up this kind of situation.
Thinking this, Merlin quietly sighed.
'As expected, as long as Alvin returns, nothing good ever happens.'
But fortunately at least the holy sword had not yet passed the Round Table vote.
Just as Merlin was quietly relieved, the golden radiance of the holy sword that had only been faintly glowing suddenly exploded with overwhelming mana.
Merlin jerked his head up, staring forward in shock.
"The battle must be one-on-one," Palamedes.
"The battle must be for truth," Agravain.
"The battle must not involve personal gain," Galahad.
In just a few seconds, three more Knights of the Round Table had approved the holy sword's unsealing.
Added to the previous four, the Round Table vote had already passed half.
When Morgan tilted her head to look, what met her gaze was Artoria's sky-shaking fury.
She had become like the true Lion King, staring at Morgan with an expressionless face.
"Morgan, your greatest failure is your arrogance."
The released holy sword erupted in dazzling light, its radiance nearly covering the entire sky.
———
In a room inside the palace, a gray-haired girl was carrying a cage, looking up at the window.
A golden pillar of light pierced the sky, mana vast as an ocean. Forget modern magi, even magi of the Age of Gods would tremble at this sight.
"What in the world is happening at the palace gate?"
Soon, the gray-haired girl muttered softly.
From the cage in her hand, a creature suddenly let out a "kekekeke" laugh, "Brat, keep those eyes open. In your long life to come, you probably won't ever see something this magnificent again."
"After all, you'll never reach King Arthur's level in your entire life, let alone recreate the glory of the Spear—"
Smack!
Gray grabbed the cage and shook it hard, making Add, the magical Mystic Code, let out a pained shriek.
"That hurts! Brat, are you trying to kill me?"
But after saying that, sensing Gray's unfriendly gaze, Add quickly forced a smile, "Fine, fine, I was joking. You actually have decent talent as a magus, just inferior to that witch and King Arthur."
Gray was nearly immune to Add's venomous tongue by now. She simply said softly, "So you're saying the ones fighting near the palace are King Arthur and Morgan?"
"Aren't they sisters? Why would they…"
"Their relationship wasn't good in history anyway, though I am curious who will win. With the holy sword releasing part of its power, King Arthur should have the advantage—"
Add had barely said this when his heart shuddered as if he sensed something. He murmured, "Wait, this is…"
Gray frowned slightly, "What are you talking about?"
"This is bad."
As if he felt something, Add spoke in a trembling voice, "Britain is about to change forever!"
———
With the holy sword's thirteen seals approved by seven knights, it finally released its true form.
Seeing this, even Gawain and the other Knights of the Round Table wore rare, solemn expressions.
Mordred's eyes were filled with dread. When Morgan created Mordred, she had said she hoped Mordred would defeat Artoria.
But Morgan had also mentioned a major premise. If she wanted to defeat Artoria, she had to take her sword first.
Yet now, despite Artoria holding the holy sword, Morgan sought her out. What hidden trump card did she have?
"The holy sword with part of its power released huh?"
Feeling the heat so intense it could melt everything, Morgan slowly lifted her head, and soon her face bloomed with a charming smile.
"Even Vortigern back then would have a headache facing a holy sword with its seals released."
Artoria gently furrowed her brows.
'Too strange. By logic, even Morgan should give her full strength when facing the holy sword, but her reaction is far too relaxed.'
Merlin, standing to the side, stared at this impossibly beautiful woman with suspicion. For some reason, a faint sense of dread welled up inside him.
In the air, some sort of active mana was stirring.
In Britain, when Artoria fought on her homeland as the successor to King Arthur, she possessed additional buffs.
Even without the "scabbard", defeating Artoria in Britain was almost impossible.
However… Merlin clearly sensed Morgan's magical circuits changing.
'No! Not just her circuits, her aura, even her very nature is transforming!'
The Round Table knights also faintly sensed something wrong.
Mordred stared at Morgan, muttering, "Strange, why does 'mother's' mana feel different from before?"
Mordred, who possessed the blood of both the Red Dragon and White Dragon, had extraordinary perception, and since she had always followed Morgan, she was extremely familiar with Morgan's mana.
But right now she distinctly felt that the aura of this witch had become terrifyingly unfamiliar.
Gareth's eyes flickered with fear, "She doesn't feel like the same 'mother' anymore."
Suddenly, Merlin seemed to realize something, his expression shifting. "No, this mana is!"
The power of the island!
"King, get back!"
When fighting on her homeland, Artoria indeed had buffs.
However, at this moment, Morgan also possessed those same buffs.
Back then, in order to preserve mystery for the next generation, King Uther conspired with Merlin to create the Red Dragon of Britain, giving birth to Artoria.
But neither the late king nor Merlin could have imagined that the power that was supposed to end in Uther's generation had somehow continued in Morgan.
Since years ago, Morgan had been plotting in secret, and today she had already turned all of Britain into her personal domain.
Morgan le Fay was now the true inheritor of the power of the island of Britain.
She was both Artoria's elder sister Morgan le Fay, and the dark half of the Lake Fairy Viviane.
Descending as the "Lady of the Island", Morgan le Fay surpassed the tyrant Vortigern, and even surpassed Artoria who held a homeland buff.
However, with the holy sword unsealed, Artoria could not possibly retreat.
Artoria stepped forward and struck first with the unsealed holy sword.
The holy sword in her hand had long lost its shape, replaced by a tidal wave of radiance that lit the sky, golden sharpness piercing forth.
That strike shook every traveler across all of Britain.
Morgan calmly closed her eyes as she faced the holy sword.
She lifted the royal scepter in her hand.
At that moment, mana solidified around her, forming a layered, intricate black dress.
Morgan snapped open her eyes, and the holy sword's golden radiance seemed to flow into them, brilliant light swirling in her gaze.
Dense "True Ether" crawled beneath her feet as if willingly submitting.
Her hair lifted wildly as she swung the scepter.
Azure mana burst forth like a cannon, clashing head-on with the unsealed holy sword.
If one looked closely, they would see the once-invincible sword light slowly fading, shattered golden light leaving deep scars in the ground.
Any veteran magus witnessing this would be utterly shocked.
To magi, every mark left by the holy sword overflowed with terrifying mana equal to a high-level spell.
Yet such a terrifying holy sword had not harmed Morgan at all.
Gawain also seemed to realize something and murmured, "This is bad. Morgan has not only been reviving the White Dragon all these years, she must have long planned to return to the palace and seize Britain's throne."
Bedivere reacted instantly, "We have to help the king!"
But just as he drew his sword, he saw the white-haired mage raising his hand toward them in a gesture telling them to stop.
Bedivere looked at Merlin with disbelief, but due to Merlin's status, he stopped, waiting to see what Merlin intended.
The white-haired mage slowly raised his staff, muttering, "I don't want to interfere in their affairs, but if this continues, Britain will be torn apart."
More importantly, if Artoria and Morgan both suffered heavy losses, certain "futures" seen through his clairvoyance might change.
Thinking this, Merlin lifted his staff and tapped the ground.
Eternally Secluded Utopia(Garden of Avalon)!
The "world" called Avalon unfolded.
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