After all CGs are unlocked, Type-Moon's girlfriend comes to visit

Originally, in her fantasy, after breaking into the room, she should have fought with this traverser for hundreds of rounds, and then she would capture him and bring him back to her 'mother'.

But now...

As if she noticed the movement at the door, Altria glanced over.

boom!

In an instant, Mordred's pupils suddenly contracted, countless goose bumps appeared on his body, and his scalp was numb.

King Arthur? !

Chapter 16 Meeting in the Emperor's Chamber (4K)

Mordred, like Gawain, Agrawal and others, is also a member of the Knights of the Round Table.

The only difference from Type-Moon's history is that Mordred is not a man-made human created by Morgan le Fay using red dragon genes, but a "monster" born from the mixture of red dragon and white dragon blood.

In a sense, although she calls Morgan le Fay 'mother', Mordred's real parents are Alvin and Artoria.

From the moment he was born, Mordred, known as the 'rebellious knight', possessed powers beyond the reach of ordinary people. Coupled with Morgan le Fay's negligence in his upbringing... it can be said that this naughty child has been disobedient to no one since he was a child.

but--

Growing up listening to the stories of the red dragon and the white dragon, and watching the king shine in the Camelot Empire, Mordred has an indescribable longing for King Arthur and his deceased "father".

In order to get close to Altria, Mordred had tried countless methods and even took the initiative to find her, but was rejected by her... From then on, Mordred began to turn from love to hate.

But even so, in her heart, King Arthur's status is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But now...

But she watched helplessly as the king was being intimate with a strange boy.

"You, you..."

Mordred's eyes widened, and soon, she looked at Alvin with anger in her eyes.

"You despicable stranger, what are you doing to the king?!"

This feeling is like discovering that your goddess has been taken away by someone else one day.

When seeing this scene, Mordred felt an indescribable sense of shame.

"Is this child... Mordred?"

Alvin also looked at the warmly dressed girl at the door, and soon there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Although Mordred was born after his death, as a player of the Type-Moon game in his previous life, Alvin naturally recognized the other party's identity at the first time.

After all, even without the memory of his previous life, even though Mordred was dressed tightly, Alvin could still feel a sense of intimacy from her.

Alvin had felt this feeling before from the Silver Knight when he was in Cam Plain.

Because Mordred has the blood of the white dragon in his body.

"Why are you here?"

At this moment, Altria's calm voice sounded.

Although there seemed to be a blush on her face that had not yet faded, her eyes seemed to contain an irrefutable majesty, as if an indescribable oppression came over her the moment she opened her mouth.

Mordred's heart tightened slightly, but she quickly raised her head to meet Altria's eyes, her tone faintly seeming to suppress some emotion: "King, who is this guy beside you?"

Although the White Dragon had died when Mordred was born, she, who knew the truth about the "White Dragon Rebellion", had always regarded that "father" as an idol.

In Mordred's heart, the only person in the world who was qualified to sit at the same table with the king was her long-deceased 'father'.

Now seeing this king actually with a strange boy... and a boy who looked a little young, this strong visual impact almost made Mordred stunned.

Then, after coming to her senses, she looked at Alvin with increasing anger in her eyes.

This guy who seems to be useless except for his face, is actually having a secret meeting with the king outside the palace?

Just thinking about this, Mordred's blood pressure soared.

Alvin saw Mordred's furious look. He was confused at first, but then, when he saw himself holding Altria's hand, he suddenly understood.

Sure enough, whether it was the Morgan le Fay camp or people from other camps, there were only two kinds of people in the Camelot Empire: one was King Arthur's die-hard fans, and the other was King Arthur's haters.

Judging from the looks of it, Xiao Mo should belong to the latter.

But from the looks of it, she must have misunderstood something...

Thinking of this, Alvin straightened his posture slightly, raised his head and smiled as kindly as possible, and said: "Xiao Mo——"

Whoosh!

Before he could finish his words, Alvin was greeted by Mordred's drawn greatsword.

The sharp sword blade seemed to make a sound like breaking through the wind as it suddenly smashed down towards Alvin!

Click...

The wooden floor developed tiny cracks under the pressure of the sword wind.

However, Alvin did not dodge, but simply stretched out a hand towards Mordred.

When the sword was about to fall on Alvin's head, his hand had already grabbed the sharp sword.

Unlike the previous Vortigern, the white dragon core controlled by Alvin possesses two powers. One is the enormous magic power that can rival that of the red dragon, and the other... is destructive brute force.

Alvin can strengthen any object, making it indestructible.

Even any part of the body is no exception.

Mordred subconsciously tried to pull out the sword, but the sword did not move at all.

There was finally a hint of surprise in Mordred's eyes when he looked at Alvin, and then a smile full of impudence and fun quickly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Although you are a time traveler, compared to the time travelers that have appeared recently, you are still quite capable."

"But...you have to know who you are facing!"

Roar!

Faintly, there seemed to be some kind of dragon's roar coming from Mordred's body.

Mordred suddenly exerted force and pulled the sword out of Alvin's palm!

She stepped back and rushed towards Alvin at high speed like a ghost.

Clang!

The sound of swords clashing rang out in the house. Artoria had unknowingly drawn the Sword of Promised Victory and stood in front of Mordred.

"Mordred... step back."

Although she appeared quite calm, it was actually because Alvin had just returned and Altria didn't want to ruin her good mood.

Similarly, she didn't want to ruin her image in Alvin's mind.

However, the woman's protective attitude actually deeply irritated Mordred.

She slowly raised her head.

"Is that so... Although he's a time traveler, in just a few days, you've developed an indescribable love for him, even going so far as to draw your sword against me, King."

Mordred said this, and then his body slowly relaxed.

"But there's nothing we can do. You are the king of Camelot after all, so your words are absolute orders. Even the Knights of the Round Table must obey."

Artoria raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking that Mordred was about to give up.

However, the next moment, Mordred suddenly raised his head, with an extremely arrogant smile on his face.

"But haven't you overlooked one thing? The power I truly control isn't just the blood of the red dragon, but also the blood of the white dragon, which is naturally opposed to you."

"Also, I am indeed a Knight of the Round Table, but... I am also a knight who dared to rebel against the King!"

boom!

The next moment, terrifying magical power erupted, and a terrifying sound like thunder echoed throughout the street.

The greatsword in Mordred's hand burst out with an astonishing fiery red glow.

At this moment, the calmness and indifference that Altria had always maintained finally changed slightly, and there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and said slowly, "It seems that Sister Wang didn't teach you well after taking you away."

The golden hair on Altria's forehead moved without wind, and as her hair fluttered, the Sword of Promise and Victory in her hand faintly emitted a brilliant golden light.

Mordred, who had been extremely arrogant just now, suddenly felt a terrifying sense of crisis, and his hair stood on end.

When she subconsciously raised her head and looked forward, she happened to meet the pair of holy blue eyes that were as majestic as a lion.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

For the first time, Mordred felt such a strong threat that he even felt a little scared.

However, the girl's self-esteem and pride did not allow her to retreat. She just stared at Altria and watched her raise the holy sword.

Magic power is madly gathering in the holy sword!

But at this moment, a tall figure stood between Altria and Mordred.

Alvin!

Artoria's pupils shrank slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to stop, but the magic power of the holy sword suddenly erupted!

The blazing golden light surged towards Alvin like a tide, as if to completely destroy him.

"Aaaaa—"

At this moment, a low roar of a magic dragon was heard from the house.

Mordred watched helplessly as the young man in the golden light turned into a white dragon. It opened its mouth and roared, and boundless darkness enveloped the entire room.

The magic power of the holy sword that should have exploded was quietly swallowed up by the shrouding darkness, and even the last ray of light completely dimmed.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Mordred looked at this scene, his mind going blank.

Even if King Arthur hadn't used the holy sword at full strength just now, he could still withstand the magic cannon with his body alone, and even devour it... Is there really such a creature in this world?

The answer is yes.

The former Night's Watch of the Camelot Empire inherited the power of the White Dragon Vortigern after killing it and became a new White Dragon.

If it was his deceased 'father', he could indeed withstand the power of the holy sword.

But... both generations of dragons should have been killed by King Arthur himself.

Who is this 'traveler' in front of me...?

Mordred's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Alvin in surprise and suspicion.

She hadn't noticed when she entered the room just now that the white dragon bloodline of the guy in front of her might be much stronger than hers!

At this moment, Artoria said with a hint of anger, "Using your body to block the holy sword... Do you want to die again, Alvin?"

Alvin looked somewhat helpless and said, "Lily, using violence to educate children won't work. We can use a gentler approach."

“…What method?”

Looking at the long-lost smile on the boy's face, for some reason, Altria felt that her anger seemed to have dissipated a lot.

In the entire Camelot Empire, the only one who can persuade King Arthur is Alvin.

Alvin walked up to Altria and whispered in her ear, "We can discuss the details later... Anyway, let's take her back first."

Altria glanced at the boy lightly, then looked at his gentle eyes, and finally she unconsciously looked away and said "hmm" softly.

Seeing the blonde beauty who had always maintained a dignified appearance showing a bit of shyness, the smile on Alvin's face became softer.

Sure enough, although she seems to have grown up a lot, Lily is still the same Lily...