Alvin seemed to sense something and lowered his head to take a look.
At some point unknown to him, with Tiamat at the center, a unique domain had already formed. At this moment, it had quietly wrapped them both inside.
Not only the presence of the outside world, but even clairvoyance could not peer into it, this was one of the authorities of Tiamat's spirit body.
"Aaa?"
Before Alvin could come back to his senses, he heard an incomparably gentle inquiry by his ear.
Alvin froze for a moment. He did not understand it.
At this time, Tiamat placed one hand on Alvin's head, then pressed his face into her full softness.
The milky, melt-in-your-mouth softness pressed against his cheeks, instantly blanking Alvin's mind.
"Aaa?"
Immediately after, the gentle question sounded by his ear once again.
This time, he understood.
Even though he had just played around with Lily earlier, and had long known that Mama Tia seemed to have no concept of romantic love at all, hearing her question still left Alvin a bit dazed.
The way to replenish magical power was actually not limited to lips touching lips, or things like bloodsucking, Alvin naturally knew this.
He looked at the woman brimming with maternal warmth with a probing gaze.
"Is it really okay?"
Tiamat nodded with certainty.
Those gentle, loving eyes finally made Alvin stop hesitating. He silently buried his face into Tiamat's bosom.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The White Dragon Core seemed to gradually speed up its beating amid this steady influx of unique magical power.
[Continuously acquiring Tiamat's magical power. The White Dragon Core is evolving.]
———
Within King Marco's manor, there was an underground chamber that had been abandoned for many years.
Normally, aside from patrolling knights, no one else would come near this place.
This was King Marco's most secret base. The reason it had been built so dilapidated, even deliberately "abandoned," was merely to deceive outsiders.
First, it was to provide a place to hide should danger arise in the future. Second, there were too many people in the manor, making certain matters inconvenient to handle there.
For example, this time, an important ritual like summoning a god. If it were carried out inside the manor, it would inevitably be noticed by those with ulterior motives, who might even make a big deal out of it.
Especially his nephew, Tristan.
Although Tristan had been silently protecting King Marco all these years, the great noble did not truly trust him that much.
After all, now that Tristan had become a Knight of the Round Table, if it were for King Arthur's sake, he would probably draw his sword without hesitation even against his own uncle.
Thinking about it this way, the sudden appearance of a large number of transmigrators in Britain instead gave him an opportunity.
Perhaps… perhaps in the future, he could use the transmigrators to realize his ambitions.
As this thought surfaced, the smile on King Marco's face grew a bit deeper.
He raised his head and looked toward the blood-red barrier that had just been drawn.
At the very center of the barrier sat an emerald-green gemstone.
It was only a small gem, yet even in the dim underground chamber it shone brilliantly, as if carrying a hint of "divinity."
King Marco poured all the bottles of potions he had prepared in advance into the blood-red barrier.
The various liquids flowed slowly along the patterns of the barrier, seeping into the gemstone at the center. At the same time, the green gem began to liquefy and merge with the potions.
'Which god would it be, exactly?'
King Marco licked his dry lips, anticipation growing in his eyes.
Once the gem had fully melted, he stepped forward and began to piously chant the summoning incantation.
At the same time, within the underground chamber, an extremely terrifying magical power seemed to be quietly gathering…
Within the barrier, a slender and graceful figure vaguely appeared.
The figure was still somewhat indistinct, but the instant she appeared, the magical power in King Marco's body seemed to be drained dry in an instant. His face immediately lost all color.
Gods were different from Heroic Spirits. The magical power required to summon their descent far exceeded common understanding.
Not just anyone had something as absurd as Alvin's White Dragon Core to support them.
King Marco staggered to a nearby table, trembling as he grabbed a bottle of potion from atop it and poured it all into his mouth.
His depleted magical power quickly recovered a bit in an instant, and only then did some color return to his face.
"Oh? To think this era can still summon this goddess to descend?"
At that moment, a woman's pleasant voice, filled with arrogance, suddenly echoed through the quiet underground chamber.
"Looking at the 'magical power' in the air, although it's already somewhat diluted, it still seems to have 'mana'… in that case, this should still be the Age of Gods?"
King Marco abruptly raised his head, his pupils quickly shrinking.
Within the blood-red barrier, a woman's figure was now quietly taking shape.
She lazily sat on a nearby table, legs crossed, her gaze casually sweeping over the quiet underground chamber before she soon frowned slightly.
"To summon this goddess in such a terrible environment, it seems I'm really being looked down upon."
As she finished speaking, she lightly glanced toward the great noble in the chamber.
Within her crimson eyes, one could vaguely sense the authority of a god.
King Marco's heart trembled.
Just from meeting her gaze, he could feel an indescribable pressure crashing toward him.
Without a doubt, this was absolutely a being at the level of a god.
So what that Clock Tower lord had said was true after all. This era really could still summon gods, as long as the summoning ritual was done correctly.
Realizing this, King Marco suppressed the excitement in his heart. Placing a hand to his chest, he spoke as calmly as possible, "Respected goddess, in order to avoid being discovered while performing the summoning ritual, I could only do it here. I ask for your understanding."
The goddess slightly narrowed her beautiful eyes as she looked him over, "Your status in this kingdom should already be quite high, so why are you still afraid of being discovered?"
To summon a god, one needed not only a holy relic, but also a large amount of potions prepared in advance as offerings. This was by no means something an ordinary mage could prepare.
Hearing this, a hint of bitterness appeared on King Marco's face.
"That is a long story. In truth, our country once had more than twelve great nobles, but now, in Britain, there are only three great nobles left who still have any say."
"Those great nobles all died at the hands of the same person a few years ago."
King Marco slowly began recounting everything that had happened in the past.
By the end, the woman seemed to realize something. After looking King Marco over a few times, she said, "So you want me to avenge you, to give that white dragon a bit of a lesson?"
"Yes, but that white dragon disappeared a few days ago, so—"
"Disappeared?"
Hearing this, a mocking smile bloomed across the woman's refined and beautiful face.
"King Marco, you haven't even noticed that the barriers you set up around your own manor have been invaded, have you?"
King Marco was shocked, "How is that possible?"
He had wanted to say that his manor was protected by barriers jointly set up by many mages of the Age of Gods, solid as an iron fortress.
But recalling how Alvin had just silently infiltrated the manor not long ago, King Marco swallowed all those words back down.
Soon, he muttered to himself in a low voice, "But Alvin was clearly exiled to the Imaginary Numbers World. How could he find an exit and come back so quickly?"
'And even sneak into my manor?'
"At the moment, I can't sense the presence of the white dragon you mentioned within your manor, however, the barriers here have indeed been breached."
Seeing King Marco's expression constantly shifting, the goddess crossed her arms, then casually changed the topic, "I can help you."
Joy surged in King Marco's heart.
But before he could speak, he heard her continue, "But I need tribute."
"Tribute?"
King Marco froze for a moment, "What kind of tribute do you want?"
The goddess's lips curved into a small, devilish smile.
"I say, since you're a great noble, your manor should have quite a few gemstones, right?"
———
Alvin felt refreshed and clear-headed.
If the magical power given by the red dragon merely replenished the magical power consumed by the White Dragon Core, then, the magical power possessed by Tiamat was able to make his White Dragon Core evolve once again.
What would the White Dragon Core become after its final evolution?
Alvin was not sure at the moment, but there was one thing he could be certain of.
Alvin silently looked at the notification on his personal interface.
[White Dragon Core A+]
[After killing the Tyrant King Vortigern, you obtained its authority. Thereafter, through the magical power of the Mother Goddess of Creation, it completed its evolution, possessing vast magical power that surpasses that of a white dragon.]
'Mama Tia really is Mama Tia. Guess it really lives up to her name as the Mother Goddess of Creation. Even as a mere spirit body, her magical power still originated from the Mother Goddess of Creation.'
Lying in Tiamat's arms, looking at her gentle face, Alvin could not help but sigh inwardly.
"Burp~"
Soon after, Alvin let out a satisfied burp.
He was not actually that hungry to begin with, but just now, in order to obtain Tiamat's magical power, he had absorbed quite a bit of it all at once, to the point that he now felt a little too full.
'Alvin, Alvin. Mama Tia doesn't mind these things because she's the Mother Goddess of Creation, but you can't possibly be ignorant too, right?'
'Lying in Mama Tia's arms and letting her replenish your magical power… you can't keep sinking like this!"
[Are you full?]
At this moment, Tiamat held up the notebook she had written in and showed it to Alvin.
"Might need a bit more," Alvin replied tactfully.
Tiamat blinked her crimson eyes and tilted her head, looking at Alvin in confusion.
She could clearly feel that the magical power of Alvin's White Dragon Core was already far stronger than before.
'But it is still not enough?'
Thinking this, she gently nodded.
Alvin buried his face back into Tiamat's bosom.
After another ten or so minutes passed, feeling the increasingly unique magical power within his White Dragon Core, Alvin finally left Tiamat's embrace.
There was just a bit of lingering reluctance.
[Do you really like my magical power?], Tiamat seemed to notice something, a hint of confusion showing in her clear red eyes.
'What I like is not just your magical power,' Alvin pretended to be helpless as he said, "Actually, in our country, exchanging magical power with someone is something only lovers do."
'Lovers?'
A trace of confusion appeared in Tiamat's gaze.
Alvin thought for a moment, then explained, "It refers to a relationship where two people live together, walk hand in hand, love each other, and never leave each other."
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