After unlocking all CGs, a Type-Moon girlfriend comes knocking.

Boom boom boom!

Morgan was thinking about this when there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"Is that Gareth...what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Morgan le Fay raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "Come in."

Chapter 22 Do you want to try it?

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With a slight sound of the door opening, Gareth, wearing armor, walked into the room and saw the woman sitting lazily on the couch.

After secretly observing his 'mother' for a few seconds, Gareth's face showed a slight hesitation.

"What's wrong? Didn't you find anyone?" asked Morgan le Fay.

Logically speaking, when the Silver Knight was killed, the other party should have been "marked". Gareth, who also possesses the blood of the White Dragon, should not be able to find the whereabouts of the time traveler.

Could it be that... the other party has some special magic that can hide his own aura?

Just as Morgan le Fay was thinking this, he heard Gareth hesitate and then whisper with some uneasiness, "According to the authority you granted me, I did find the person who defeated the Silver Knight in the Royal City... Just as you initially suspected, he is indeed a time traveler."

"only……"

Seeing the girl like this, Morgan le Fay had already guessed the answer in his heart. He couldn't help but frowned slightly and said, "You failed?"

You know, although Gareth is still young, he is still a member of the Knights of the Round Table... With her strength, she couldn't even catch a time traveler?

Before Morgan le Fay could speak, Gareth hurriedly said, "I, I did fail... but I met Mordred in the royal city at that time, and she went with me to find the time traveler."

The underlying meaning of this statement is probably: Not only did I fail, but Mordred did it too.

Upon hearing this, Morgan finally turned his head to look at the girl beside him, his eyes extremely deep and calm.

"Tell me what happened."

If it was just Gareth who failed... then it would be understandable.

But if even Mordred failed... then something must have happened during the process, and this can be figured out with a little thought.

Seeing that Morgan had no intention of blaming him, Gareth secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly gave a brief account of what had happened in the royal city before.

When he heard the last part, Morgan's eyes finally showed a hint of interest.

"So, King Arthur not only left the palace today, but also went to meet someone?"

"And that person is the traveler who killed the Silver Knight?"

After seeing Gareth nod slightly, Morgan couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

She knew her sister too well. After that man died, King Arthur rarely left the palace.

King Arthur must have his own reasons for leaving the palace this time.

Is it related to that time traveler?

Or did she just happen to pass by?

"Mother... do you want to find a way to save Mordred?" Gareth hesitated.

Morgan shook his head slightly. "As long as she doesn't do anything rash, she'll be safer in the palace than anywhere else."

"Compared to this, I'm more concerned about the time traveler you mentioned."

At the end of his speech, Morgan picked up the red wine glass on the table, shook it gently, and then glanced at the girl casually.

"Did you see the other person's face?"

Gareth shook his head with some regret: "King Arthur was also there at the time, I didn't dare to get close to him casually."

Morgan nodded gently. "Your judgment is correct. Her perception is far beyond your imagination. If you approached her rashly... I'm afraid you would be in a small dark room with Mordred by now."

Hearing this, Gareth couldn't help but pursed his lips slightly and whispered, "I originally tried to rescue Mordred... but that time traveler seemed to have reached some consensus with King Arthur, so I..."

"You don't need to explain this to me. Survival is just a human instinct."

A charming smile appeared on Morgan's charming and enchanting face. She took a sip of red wine, which made her lips look even more rosy and bright.

"Besides, the information you brought back is also very useful."

Based on her understanding of her sister, it is impossible for Altria to cooperate with the time traveler for no reason.

Unless, this time traveler has some special identity in this world.

For example... one of the higher-ups in the Clock Tower?

Looking at Morgan who seemed to be lost in thought, Gareth hesitated for a moment and continued, "Mother, I heard that most of these travelers are from the Clock Tower. Besides these, are there some who come from other eras?"

"You said... could there be a 'Son of the White Dragon' among these travelers?"

This short sentence made Morgan's thoughts stop.

She subconsciously turned to look at Gareth.

"What do you mean?"

After an unknown amount of time of silence, the witch's tone seemed to have a strange meaning.

"When I approached the house where the time traveler was today, I seemed to feel the magic of the white dragon's furnace core..." Gareth whispered.

Morgan's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at her intensely.

Her heart trembled violently, and for a moment, there was a drastic change of emotion on that fair and charming face.

This was a rare occurrence for the witch who inherited the title of 'Lord of the Island'... At least, Gareth had never seen his mother show such an expression before.

"You're not lying?"

Morgan subconsciously lowered her voice, or perhaps it was the only way to keep her tone calm.

"I dare not lie about this matter. I sensed the white dragon's magic power at that time, so I came back to report to you."

Gareth said, giving a general description of the white dragon's magic that he had sensed at that time.

After hearing the last part, Morgan finally fell into a long silence.

Over the years, Morgan has been working on a plan to resurrect the White Dragon.

It was because of this that she knew very well that the White Dragon Furnace Heart could not be replicated.

But Gareth couldn't lie to himself.

A traveler suspected to be from the White Dragon's heart...

Morgan's eyes flickered slightly, and soon she looked up in the direction of Camelot City, with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

"Counting the time, it seems like I haven't been back to the royal city for three or four years."

Gareth's eyelids twitched slightly, and he said, "Mother, if you go back now, wouldn't it be a bit..."

You know, the white dragon is an absolute taboo in the hearts of the people of Camelot, and over the years, Morgan's plan to resurrect the white dragon has frightened many nobles.

If Morgan really went back at this time, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of commotion it would cause.

However, the Witch of Camelot didn't seem to care much, and her voice, a little arrogant, echoed faintly in the magic workshop.

"Even if a few maggots huddle together for warmth, they're still just a few maggots. If they really have the courage to stand in my way... I'll just crush them all to death."

……

Empire, royal palace.

The gentle and pleasant voice floated in my ears, and seemed to fill the room with an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.

Alvin's body stiffened slightly.

Artoria seemed unaware of this, and simply caressed the boy's face gently, a hint of a smile in her tone.

"Although you always looked like a seasoned lover, you seem to have changed a lot now."

It wasn't until he heard the gentle voice with a hint of teasing that Alvin came back to his senses.

Noticing the flash of amusement and teasing in the woman's eyes, Alvin couldn't help but sigh softly: "Rather than saying that I have changed, it's better to say that you have grown up a lot."

That huge human heart that could accommodate everything, and the mature and noble temperament that was different from the past, which had shed its childishness...all of this indicated the growth of Altria.

"After all, a lot of things happened in the years you were away."

As if she could see what the boy was thinking, Artoria smiled faintly. She held the boy in her arms. The oppressive feeling brought by the heavy weight and even the woman's body fragrance that filled her face made her brain feel a little dizzy for a while.

While Alvin was still in a trance, he suddenly heard a woman's soft voice: "Do you want to stay in the palace and continue to help me?"

"help……?"

Alvin calmed himself down a bit, then looked up at the woman with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"At the beginning, weren't you my deputy?"

Altria whispered, "I hope you can continue to stay by my side in the future."

"It's not good to steal other people's jobs... That assistant lady just now did a good job, didn't she?" Alvin said tactfully.

"Ariel's job responsibilities don't conflict with yours. Her job is to organize the many government documents, and you... I'll make other arrangements for you when the time comes."

At the end of her words, the woman's fingertips gently touched her red lips, and there was a hint of strange temptation in her words.

Alvin opened his mouth. He wanted to decline politely. After all, he had no idea what Camelot would be like in a few years.

However, when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Or rather, when Alvin was about to speak, he was tightly embraced by a sexy and mature body. The warmth and softness that filled his cheeks at that moment, and even the body fragrance that filled his nose, finally made him give up thinking.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent, okay?"

There was a hint of amusement in Altria's tone.