Matou Sakura froze slightly, subconsciously asking, "What happened to him?"
These past two days, she had been thinking about when the next Holy Grail War would be, and where she should go to obtain a relic. Instead, she hadn't paid much attention to matters at home.
Tohsaka Rin's gaze dimmed slightly as she said softly, "It seems to be related to the 'black mud' from the last Holy Grail War."
Black mud, or in other words, 'All the Evils of This World.' Anyone who came into contact with it could potentially be eroded by its 'curse.'
Back then, Tohsaka Tokiomi hadn't truly come into direct contact with the black mud, but he had poured too much of his effort into the Fourth Holy Grail War. In the end, he received such a failed result. Even though Matou Sakura later restored the Holy Grail, the frustration he had been holding in had nowhere to go, and under that suppressed burden, his body still suffered some damage.
During this period, it had always been Tohsaka Aoi staying by her husband's side.
"So that much happened…"
Matou Sakura's eyes shifted slightly. She quickly raised her head to look at her sister and asked softly, "W-Where is father?"
She had only just returned to the Tohsaka household not long ago, so she still felt somewhat 'unfamiliar' with Tohsaka Tokiomi.
After all, it had been Tokiomi himself who had sent her to the Matou family.
"He just went to the Church. It seems like he's asking about the next Holy Grail War," Rin said.
After speaking, the girl reached out and gently placed her hand on her younger sister's head, her gaze softening, "After this, I'll help you look for the White Dragon's relic."
Matou Sakura was momentarily stunned and subconsciously looked at the girl in front of her.
Seemingly a little uncomfortable under her sister's gaze, Rin coughed lightly and said, "D-Don't think too much about it. No matter what, you're still my sister. Even if I don't always understand what you're thinking… as the older sister, I'll of course help you fulfill your wish."
As she spoke, she turned her face away, trying her best to keep her expression calm.
In the dim light, two faint blushes appeared on her fair, delicate face.
Matou Sakura stayed silent for a long while. Soon, her gaze softened, and a gentle smile spread across her face.
"Thank you… big sister."
Only at this moment did the tightly closed heart of the girl finally open a small crack toward her sister for the first time.
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'Why do I have this feeling that I'm about to get locked in a basement any second now…'
Looking at the woman in front of him, Alvin appeared steady on the surface, but inside he was panicking like crazy.
Ever since the system had given its warning, he had already thought about whether he might trigger a 'basement CG' at some point, but he still hadn't expected it to come this soon.
At this moment, a cool, soft little hand gently rested on the boy's chest.
Gray… or rather, Morgan who had attached herself to her body, looked at the boy with a smiling expression and said softly, "Why is your heartbeat so fast?"
How could it not be fast? If this weren't the Clock Tower, Alvin would've probably already used the White Dragon furnace core's power.
Thinking was one thing, but in a situation like this where force wasn't suitable, he could only switch methods.
Alvin gazed at Morgan's pale, delicate face. She was still pressing him down, looking down at him from above, enjoying his expression and reactions with clear interest.
It was obvious she was savoring this feeling of being in control from above.
"Big sis, during the last Holy Grail War… did you ever think about summoning me as your Servant?", Alvin suddenly asked.
The sudden question made Morgan pause for a moment. Then she softly hummed in acknowledgment.
"If I had known from the beginning that the one summoning me was you… I would definitely have responded to your expectations and become your Servant,".Alvin first expressed his "true feelings."
Seeing no reaction from Morgan, he showed a helpless expression and continued, "I've said it before. During the Holy Grail War, as long as it doesn't cross a bottom line, I will choose my Master… if my Master back then had been you, I would've firmly chosen you as well."
The silver-haired beauty, full of charm, opened her eyes and glanced at him, "What if you had to choose between me and Lily?"
'So she really asked that,' Alvin wasn't surprised at all and answered without hesitation, "I'd still choose you."
Morgan froze for a moment. The coldness in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a kind of indescribable joy.
In Morgan's worldview, the only woman who could rival her was her own sister. Even though they seemed reconciled now, she still held onto it deep down.
The proud witch had only ever lost to her sister in her life, so in every aspect, she strove to surpass her… even in winning Alvin over.
The boy's completely sincere answer and serious gaze made Morgan momentarily stunned.
After a moment, a faint blush appeared on her snow-like delicate face. She coughed lightly and said calmly, "Don't think words like that, meant to fool little girls, can trick me. I'm not like Lily, who's never experienced anything."
After saying that, she moved off Alvin and silently sat at the edge of the bed, casually playing with a strand of her hair.
'Tsundere really is interesting,' Alvin couldn't help but smile inwardly.
A queen who was usually so high and mighty actually became quite amusing when she got embarrassed.
Morgan was usually cold and distant, carrying an arrogant air as if everyone else were insects not worth her attention.
Even her words were often sharp and biting… but she was weak against straightforward approaches, especially when they came from someone she cared about.
'Even though she got angry easily, as long as you hit her with a direct approach and confessed a bit, she'd get shy… this Big sis is actually pretty cute.'
'She really is an exceptional woman. If Lily is a bit rigid with a hint of tsundere, then Big sis is the sharp-tongued tsundere type… thinking about it, is tsundere a family trait between the sisters?'
Inside the enclosed room, Alvin quietly admired Morgan's shy, alluring expression.
A woman like her, when cold and distant, was overwhelmingly imposing, enough to make people hesitate to approach.
But when such a beauty became shy… it was something men could hardly handle.
Even though Alvin had already been intimate with her before, he still couldn't resist moving forward and sitting beside Morgan.
The enchanting beauty shot him a glance and said, "What are you looking at? Want to lose your eyes?"
Compared to when she had first entered the room, she was clearly less cold now, with a touch more feminine charm.
"I left Fuyuki pretty early. Did anything else happen afterward?", Alvin changed the topic.
Morgan said flatly, "I fought with your little lover. Not long after that, I left… I don't know what happened in Fuyuki afterward."
"But… I think Lily should still be in the present world."
Alvin's heart skipped, "She's also a transmigrator?"
"When I summoned her, she accidentally revealed that she responded to the summoning in the form of a 'clone'. Because there was no longer a Master slot left in that Holy Grail War."
"I see…"
Alvin fell into thought, while at the same time wrapping an arm around the woman's soft, slender waist. His hand slipped under the simple clothing, moving upward along the smooth skin of her waist.
Morgan continued, "I don't know where she is now. She isn't a divine spirit, so she shouldn't be able to attach herself to someone… but she'll probably come find you too… mm—"
Before she could finish, her lips parted slightly, and she couldn't help but let out a soft, sweet sound.
"Do you want to die? This isn't my body, don't mess around!"
A flush spread across her cheeks as she glared at Alvin in embarrassment and anger.
'You clearly know this is Gray's body, yet you still used her body to tease me," Alvin silently withdrew his hand, "Do you think Lily might also be in London?"
"Perhaps. I'm just guessing."
Morgan had just finished speaking when she noticed Alvin's hand had once again rested on the back of her hand.
She glanced at him lightly and said, "The consciousness of this body I'm attached to is indeed still asleep, but if she wakes up and sees this… don't blame me for not warning you."
Alvin didn't say anything. He simply leaned forward and gently kissed the soft, moist lips of "Gray." Her cheeks gradually grew hot, but her lips carried a faint coolness.
At the same time, a special prompt quietly appeared: [You have completed special achievement CG: Clock Tower's Immoral Affair]
'What kind of CG is this supposed to be?'
Seeing the system prompt appear in his vision, Alvin fell into a brief moment of confusion.
From the current situation, it seemed that as long as the CG system judged a scene worthy of becoming a CG, it would trigger the corresponding system prompt. After achieving a certain number of CG achievements, special rewards could be obtained.
And this current scene… Morgan, attached to Gray, kissing the boy inside the Clock Tower, this frame was clearly enough to qualify as a CG.
Alvin quickly pushed aside these messy thoughts. One hand gently rested on Morgan's soft, slender waist, pulling her delicate body closer, completely immersing himself in the warm softness of her lips.
After an unknown amount of time, Alvin finally lifted his head and stared blankly at the silver-haired beauty so close in front of him.
Rather than Gray, at this moment her temperament was clearly closer to Morgan in her younger days. In her previously cold blue eyes now flickered a trace of shyness, along with a hidden joy deep within. Her nose was small and refined, her lips full, her features exquisitely carved.
Beneath that fragile aura, there was still a trace of cold pride.
Morgan secretly glanced at Alvin, but soon turned her face away under his gaze, looking displeased and disgusted, "I already said this isn't my body… are you trying to die?"
Attached to another girl's body, and then kissing her lover… this feeling left Morgan with an extremely strange and complicated emotion.
Think about it, right now, the body she was using belonged to Gray, but the consciousness controlling it was 'Morgan le Fay.'
So the question was… in this situation, when she kissed Alvin, was it Gray being intimate with him, or was it herself?
'Why does it feel like I personally just got NTR'd by myself,' Thinking this, Morgan's mood became incredibly complicated.
Noticing Alvin was still staring at her, Morgan frowned slightly and said in an unfriendly tone, "What are you still looking at? Touch me again and I won't hold back anymore."
"Big sis, you're really beautiful."
Alvin looked at "Gray's" fair, delicate face and praised her sincerely.
"..."
For a moment, the room fell into a strange silence.
Morgan's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but her mind felt like a mess.
'Huh… huh?'
After what felt like a long time, countless exclamation marks seemed to explode in her mind.
As the princess of Britain, Morgan's beauty had always been widely acknowledged among the nobility. Before she became the 'witch,' countless nobles had admired her.
Combined with her title as the daughter of King Uther, she had countless admirers. Words like "you are beautiful" were something she had long since grown immune to.
But the one saying it now was Alvin… and that made it completely different.
Sensing the boy's sincere gaze and praise, Morgan fell silent for a moment.
She quickly turned her face away, pressed her lips together, and said coldly, "Childish sweet talk. I shouldn't have lifted the spell suppressing you earlier. If I'd just thrown you into the basement for a few days, you'd behave."
Alvin smiled without speaking.
This was Morgan le Fay… or rather, the family-inherited tsundere trait. Her words and actions were always the opposite of what she felt.
On the surface, she looked like she had completely seen through men, but inside, she was already blooming with joy.
Of course, that was because Morgan had gradually untangled her past knots. If it had been when Alvin had just arrived in Britain, when she was still in her 'darkened' state, she probably wouldn't have even given him the chance to speak.
Alvin supported Morgan's waist with one hand, while the other moved upward along her outer clothing, gently unfastening the buttons.
Beneath the loose outer garment was a black and dark red student uniform. The shirt clung tightly to her body, outlining her figure. Under the short skirt, her fair, slender legs were exposed, her calves wrapped in white stockings with a smooth, milk-like texture.
If it were Gray, she would probably be looking at Alvin with a weak and uneasy expression right now.
But Morgan was different. Even though Alvin's earlier words had left her feeling shy, she still stared directly into his eyes, as if unwilling to yield.
Alvin didn't make any further moves. He simply looked at her.
At first, Morgan could maintain her composure, but gradually, her expression became harder to hold.
Tonight, when she came to find Alvin, she had been the hunter… the one in control.
But now, she felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, an unfamiliar sense of unease rising in her heart.
In the end, Morgan slowly lowered her head. Her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and a deep blush spread across her crystal-like fair face.
Alvin reached out, covering the back of her hand and slowly tightening his grip.
Then he gently guided her to lie back on the bed behind her, and personally removed the short boots from her feet.
Freed from that layer of restraint, Morgan's toes curled slightly, almost as if out of shyness.
Soon after, Alvin placed a hand lightly on her calf and slowly pulled down the white stocking.
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