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

Some nobles also had the same idea in their minds.

At night, King Marco was soaking in the bathtub, looking at the dim moon and stars in the sky, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Tristan, you've met Morgan several times... How credible do you think that woman's words are?"

Soon, King Marco spoke.

Morgan le Fay, this legendary 'witch', the nobles' fear of her is second only to the dragon Alvin.

If it was King Arthur who hosted the dinner, King Marco would not be so worried.

But the person who proposed this decision was Morgan...that's worth pondering.

Tristan lowered his head slightly and said, "If you had asked me this a few days ago, I would have suggested that you not attend this dinner."

After all, Morgan le Fay was far too dangerous. After Alvin's death, that woman had completely transformed into a vengeful enchantress... No one knew whether she intended to drag everyone down with her.

"You mean... you now think I should attend this dinner?" asked King Marco.

"Yes."

Tristan whispered, "Prince Morgan used to be obsessed with nothing but revenge, so it's no surprise he made some insane decisions."

"But she is different now than she was before... there is another person beside her."

It was that person who once stopped her and even slowly healed Morgan's heart full of hatred.

Alvin... If he really came back, she would not attack the guests at this dinner even if it was for Alvin.

Upon hearing this, King Marco's expression seemed to change slightly, and a hint of fear and even hatred flashed in his eyes.

He recalled the conversation he had with the young man not long ago, after he sneaked into the manor as if he was strolling in his own back garden.

"Alvin..."

Just the mention of this name made King Marco grit his teeth. "Who the hell does he think he is? Sneaking into a manor and threatening a nobleman... This is a capital crime in Britain!"

"Tristan, when the king returns, you will come with me and the other nobles to the palace to ask the king to punish this bastard!"

Tristan remained silent.

After a moment, the red-haired knight whispered, "Let's talk about this later... Are you planning to attend this dinner?"

"Since you think it's okay, then go ahead and call the other nobles along."

King Marco snorted coldly: "I want to see what tricks Morgan is up to this time."

……

Not only the British nobles but also the high-level time travelers from modern times were hesitating whether to attend the dinner.

There are a total of four monarchs in the Clock Tower who have become time travelers this time. In addition to Kenneth who is now in the palace, there are three other monarchs who have already gathered together.

Located in a small conference room in the basement.

"Have you two decided?"

The woman with a ponytail and smart clothes looked around at everyone sharply and asked.

The assistant to the dean of the Clock Tower and also the candidate for dean... the ruler of the Law and Politics Department, Barthemello.

On either side of the conference table sat a monarch.

The white-haired old man in a dark grey shirt was leaning on a cane. Time had left deep marks on his face, and his skin was full of wrinkles and paleness.

He placed his hand on his chest and said in a low voice, "Everything is subject to your decision, my king."

Euripides, the monarch of the Necromancer family.

He has another identity... Kenneth's teacher, and his daughter Sora is also Kenneth's fiancée.

"Everything is subject to your arrangements."

Another man at the side spoke with the same respect.

Monarch of the Animal Family, Order of Gaius.

In the Clock Tower, the various families are divided into three major factions based on their political stances: aristocracy, democracy, and neutrality.

The three people in the conference room at this moment are all "aristocrats" headed by Barthelmero, and they all obey the orders of the candidate for the dean of the Clock Tower.

Hearing the two's answers, a faint smile appeared on Barthelmero's face intentionally or unintentionally.

"Then we will proceed with the usual vote... Please raise your hands if you agree to attend this dinner."

They both raised their hands simultaneously.

"Very good... then it's decided."

Barthemelo took a deep breath and said, "In three days, we will go to Camelot Palace!"

Chapter 57: Dinner Opening, Cheers for Shura Field (5K)

It's night, the moon and stars are sparse.

In King Arthur's bedroom, Morgan was sitting lazily by the bathtub, soaking her tender white feet in the water, splashing the water nonchalantly.

In the past two days, the news about the dinner has spread like wildfire inside and outside the palace. Even the Knights of the Round Table, who have always opposed Morgan, have been silent for a while.

Obviously, even the Knights of the Round Table knew how important this dinner was.

Morgan actually didn't know much about the news from the outside world. She spent almost the past two days in the magic workshop.

At some point, the ripples in the bathtub suddenly rippled irregularly.

Morgan le Fay didn't even raise her head, but simply pursed her red lips and said, "Has your White Dragon Core not fully recovered yet? It seems that you really lost a lot of magic power after the battle the day before yesterday."

Her tone was lazy but with a cool and pleasant quality. She lacked some of her usual noble queen temperament, but had a little more of an indescribable charm.

Alvin walked in from the back of the bathtub. The air was filled with a light white mist. Through the mist, he vaguely saw a graceful curve.

The woman seemed to have just taken a bath. She was sitting sideways in a light blue dress, revealing the charming curves that only a mature woman could have.

Alvin glanced from top to bottom inconspicuously. Her neckline was slightly open, and her proud and upright breasts made the fabric bulge out, looking white and attractive.

A pair of small white jade feet peeked out from under the skirt, with slender and delicate toes, as if they were rare white jade in the world, making people want to hold them in their hands and play with them carefully.

Hmm... She is indeed flawless no matter from which angle you look at her. Should we say that she is truly worthy of being the 'witch' that once captivated the nobles?

Alvin couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Two days have passed since the last battle with Aika Sajou and Scathach.

In the past two days, apart from occasionally relaxing, Alvin spent most of his time chatting with Mordred who sneaked into the bedroom.

Beyond that, it was about healing Morgan's body and mind.

The woman glanced at the boy secretly, and when she realized that his fiery gaze was staring straight at her, she couldn't help but quickly look away.

Then, a voice with forced calmness sounded coldly in the bathtub: "What have you been grinning at yourself for since just now?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that your dress today seems a little different from usual, and quite charming." Alvin said with a smile.

"you……"

The sudden bluntness left the woman speechless for a moment.

When she noticed Alvin's gentle gaze, she looked away uncomfortably.

"Don't suddenly say such sweet words to deceive women... I'm not like a young girl like Lily who is not familiar with the world."

Although Sister Wang usually looks cold, she is quite cute when she is shy... Alvin smiled and said, "I have never said such a thing to Lily."

As he spoke, he walked up to Morgan and looked at her carefully.

Perhaps because the temperature in the bathtub was too high, or for some other reason, the woman's cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating blush, making her look particularly attractive under the light.

Normally, she acts arrogant and cold towards the people in the palace...but at this moment, she shows such a shy look like a little girl.

The impact brought by this huge contrast made Alvin's gaze linger on that exquisite and beautiful profile for a long time.

The atmosphere seems a little ambiguous.

Alvin reached out and gently touched Morgan's little hand, but found that she did not resist at all.

Although she looked a little shy, she was actually looking forward to it... Well, after all, we had already done everything we should have done before the last time we traveled through time... Alvin muttered to himself, silently feeling the delicate touch brought by the woman's small hands.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly saw Morgan stretch out his right hand, and like a magic trick, he handed a bottle of black potion to Alvin.

"What is this...?" Alvin asked subconsciously.

"The White Dragon's core will recover its magic power very quickly in a highly concentrated True Aether environment, but such a special environment no longer exists after the Age of Gods."

Morgan lowered his eyes and said, "This is a special potion made from the genes of white and red dragons. After taking it, it can restore your white dragon core to its peak state within five seconds."

Only Alvin, who possesses the White Dragon's core, knows how powerful its magic is.

In today's Britain, the magic power Alvin consumed can be slowly restored... But in modern times, the magic power is so thin that it is impossible to recover unless a special method of replenishing magic is used.

The preciousness of this potion is self-evident.

Alvin looked at Morgan's charming and beautiful face and subconsciously said, "Is this what you have been preparing for these two days?"

"Just by the way... I thought you might need it in the future."

Morgan snorted arrogantly, "But you should think carefully before taking it... After all, what I give you might be a specially made poison."

Alvin shook his head slightly: "I believe you."

Morgan was stunned for a moment, and a hint of joy flashed across his beautiful blue eyes, but he quickly restrained it and returned to his noble and cold demeanor.

There was a hint of self-mockery in her voice: "You choose to believe in a witch?"

Alvin pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "If it's a witch, it's really hard to believe."

Before Morgan could speak, a bright smile appeared on Alvin's face: "But I believe in Morgan le Fay."

For a moment, Morgan's indifferent expression froze.

She stared at Alvin blankly, her rosy little mouth slightly open, but she didn't say anything.

Morgan le Fay... Ever since Altria ascended the throne, this name has become like a curse.

The British nobles feared and hated her, and the common people called her the ominous 'witch'.

But once upon a time, Morgan also had the innocence and naiveté of a girlhood. At that time, everyone loved and trusted her... and even believed that she would be the future King Arthur.

But later, all those people left her.

But even now, there are still people in Britain who believe in her unconditionally.

Morgan's eyes gradually became gentle, and he looked at the boy with great obsession.

Ah...isn't it because of this that I long to possess this trust and love for myself?

If it was for Alvin, she could give up everything, including hatred and the throne she had longed for.

But only him, only Alvin... only he must never give up.

…This time, no one can take him away from me.

"Alvin..."

Hearing the woman's voice so gentle that it seemed to be overflowing with water, Alvin subconsciously looked up: "What——"

However, just as he finished speaking, in King Arthur's bedroom, a mature and cold woman held her sister's husband affectionately in her arms.

Alvin felt as if his face was tightly wrapped by something soft, and the close movement seemed to make him feel as if he was suffocating.

"I really miss it."

Just when Alvin was still dizzy from the facial cleanser, Morgan's pleasant voice suddenly came to his ears.

Her tone seemed to soften all of a sudden, and there was a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

Morgan really missed it. When she was with Alvin, she had to be secretive and worried that her sister would find out.

But now, they can be together openly.

Feeling the boy's gradually faster breathing in his arms, Morgan showed a charming smile on his face and stared at him with moist eyes.

As expected...it's all because of King Arthur.