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

But after the surprise, the surprise turned into shock.

Gawain stared at the stunningly beautiful figure that attracted everyone's attention, and murmured with a hint of uneasiness, "Why did you come back at this time..."

Tristan stared at the entrance of the hall, then suddenly realized what was happening. He asked Bedivere, who was responsible for maintaining order at the venue tonight, and whispered, "Where is His Highness Morgan now?"

"She has just arranged the guards for the palace. If nothing unexpected happens... she should be on her way to the dinner now." Bedivere whispered.

Hearing this, the throats of the people present rolled unconsciously and they swallowed subconsciously.

Gawain looked at Altria who walked straight into the venue and muttered to himself, "This is not good..."

……

It's more than just bad, this can be said to be a disaster on the level of Mars hitting the Earth, right... ?

Even a tough guy like Mordred, who was sitting in a corner of the palace bedroom, felt a strong sense of crisis when he saw Artoria appear.

"Should I go and inform 'Mother' now?"

Gareth, who was sitting next to Mordred, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Seeing Artoria walking into the golden hall under the attention of everyone, he subconsciously lowered his voice and asked.

Mordred's eyes remained glazed over, and it wasn't until a long moment later that he came to his senses. He said, "No! Do you want them to fight again at the banquet?"

Although he always enjoyed watching the fun, even Mordred knew very well what it would mean if the two sisters met at the dinner party.

"I'll go inform my father first!"

After his mind went blank for a while, Mordred almost immediately thought of something and stood up to rush out of the venue.

However, just as he stood up, Gareth's face turned slightly pale, and there was a tremor in his voice as he gently tugged at the corner of Mordred's clothes.

"What's wrong?!"

Just as Mordred finished speaking, he heard Gareth whisper, "...Why do I feel like the king is coming towards us?"

Mordred was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised his head.

Then, her expression gradually became more interesting.

It wasn't an illusion, because after Gareth finished speaking, she did see Altria approaching them.

There was even a faint smile on the woman's face.

But Mordred couldn't laugh at all at this time.

Her powerful intuition gave her a special ability close to 'prophecy', and as the Knight King approached, Mordred was like a cat with its fur standing on end, with every hair on her body standing on end and her heart beating faster involuntarily.

Finally, under everyone's gaze, Artoria came in front of Mordred.

Gareth subconsciously stood up, performed a standard knight's salute, and called out cautiously: "King..."

At the same time, she secretly poked Mordred's waist under the table, and the latter came to his senses and stood up.

But his expression was still in a confused state of "Who am I and where am I?"

Altria said calmly, "There's no need to be so formal at a dinner party. Sit down and relax."

After she finished speaking, her eyes seemed to soften slightly, and she continued to ask, "Do you mind if there's one more person sitting there?"

goodong...

He swallowed unconsciously.

Then, Gareth nodded slightly.

The other party has already asked, can you still say that you are not welcome here and ask you to sit at another table?

After all, being able to sit with the king... is an unparalleled honor.

Modred hadn't said a word from the beginning. Her expression was a little unnatural. She just stood there without saying a word.

"Xiao Mo, you can sit down too."

Altria looked at Mordred and said in a calm and gentle voice, "I have something else I want to ask you."

In fact, with Mordred's personality, she has always been the rebellious type who believes that "the more the elders oppose, the more I will do it."

However, this time, the rebellious knight changed his usual behavior and sat down slowly under the gaze of the woman's beautiful holy blue eyes.

Her expression was slightly tense.

will die.

If you choose to rebel at this time, you will definitely die...

Mordred could feel his body sending out frantic alarms at this moment—even though Altria's expression was much gentler than usual.

As King Arthur took his seat, the court musicians who had been in a daze came to their senses belatedly and started playing again.

The silence and strange atmosphere in the Golden Hall gradually dissipated, and people began to talk and laugh again, but many people cast extremely concerned glances in the direction of King Arthur.

What on earth was King Arthur doing here?

Even now, this question still lingers in people's minds.

If it weren't for the astonishing aura she exuded at that moment, someone would probably have come forward and tried to talk to her.

Altria held a glass of red wine and took a sip slowly before asking, "Where is Morgan now?"

Although the tone was extremely calm, the first sentence made Mordred and Gareth feel as if a huge rock had hit their hearts, and their heartbeats unconsciously quickened.

If Mordred hadn't seen that Altria's expression was still calm, he would have had the urge to escape.

"She was just in charge... She should be here soon." Mordred said calmly, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

Artoria seemed to notice the girl's change of heart and soothed her, "I know tonight's dinner is important. Even if it's for Britain, I will remain calm... Now it's just a simple chat, don't be nervous."

Hearing this, Mordred seemed to calm down a little. However, just as a smile appeared on his face, he heard Artoria change the subject and ask again:

"Where's Alvin? Are he and Morgan together now?"

Mordred: “…”

Is this really just casual chatting?!

During the long silence, the little soul inside Mordred had already screamed, but his face showed no sign of it. He maintained a calm expression and said, "The dinner hasn't started yet, but he should be on his way."

Altria looked thoughtful and asked, "He came from my bedroom?"

"Yes……"

Just as Mordred finished speaking, he heard Altria continue to ask, "Morgan has been in my bedroom these days, right?"

Although the tone remained calm, it was like a bolt from the blue in Mordred's mind. She no longer spoke in response, but just stared blankly at Artoria.

Even though he's far away in Avalon, this king seems to know everything...?

Mordred subconsciously clenched his fists hidden under the table, feeling a little nervous for no reason, but he didn't say anything.

Or rather, they dare not say a word.

Mordred naturally knew where Alvin had been resting recently...but she didn't dare to say it out loud.

I can't possibly tell King Arthur now that Alvin has been in your bedroom with your sister every day...

Of course, she wasn't afraid of King Arthur. After all, there was no such thing as "fear" for a rebellious knight. She just felt that it was inappropriate to say so.

But in short, it definitely has nothing to do with fear.

"It seems that my guess is correct?"

Altria's expression remained calm, but there was no emotion in her words.

Although I had a premonition, when I thought about my sister taking Alvin for herself for several consecutive days after returning to the palace...

Moreover, she even moved into her own bedroom...

Is this a plan to enhance the special effects of the future Green Crutch?

Altria suddenly became gloomy and her face was as cold as ice.

At this moment, the bustling hall suddenly became eerily quiet.

"Morgan..." someone blurted out almost subconsciously.

Mordred looked up, and then her heart seemed to stop for a moment.

What caught my eye was Morgan le Fay who had just walked into the dinner party.

Morgan le Fay wore a navy blue evening gown today. She was tall and the tight dress outlined her well-proportioned figure, highlighting her mature and sexy temperament.

With fair and delicate skin and an almost flawless temperament, even just a back view of her is breathtaking. Even without looking at her appearance, you know that such a woman is a rare beauty in the world.

However, as Morgan stepped forward, everyone's bodies seemed to unconsciously tense up.

The magic power in Lancelot's body surged subconsciously, fearing that the sisters would attack the first time they met.

Gawain's face was also tense and serious.

Bedivere stared at the British witch, wary of her next move.

Some modern magicians present had their hands unconsciously in their pockets. If anything unexpected happened next, they would try their best to leave the venue as quickly as possible.

After entering the Golden Hall, Morgan glanced at the venue inconspicuously, then said with a smile, "Tonight is unexpectedly lively."

She changed her tone slightly and continued with a smile, "This dinner was originally held to help everyone understand each other. There is no need to be so reserved."

After she finished speaking, her eyes swept over the guests one by one, and soon, her gaze fell on her sister.

The two sisters stared at each other for a moment, and Morgan quickly poured herself a glass of red wine and walked towards Altria.

She raised her wine glass and gestured.

Altria also raised her glass, and the glass and porcelain made a crisp and pleasant clinking sound.

Morgan took a sip of the red wine, feeling the intoxicating aroma of the mellow wine lingering on his tongue.

She lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the red wine in the glass, and said in a soft voice: "At first I thought you wouldn't show up."

"The cooperation between Britain and the time travelers... For a king like you to not attend such an important event in person would be a bit of a dereliction of duty, wouldn't it?"

Altria stared at the woman in front of her quietly, "Or do you already think you are the king...Sister Wang?"

Her golden hair was cool and beautiful under the light, as if all the nobility and splendor in the world were concentrated in one person.

Morgan didn't look up at her sister. She lowered her head, playing with the red wine glass in her hand, her eyes softer than ever before.

This pair of sisters, one is cold and noble, the other is charming and passionate, but in essence, both of them are so proud that they are unattainable.

"After my father decided on the heir to the throne, I was indeed very dissatisfied... so much so that for a very long time afterwards, I longed for the position of King Arthur."

After a long time, Morgan's charming and extremely gentle voice sounded.

"But now, I have no interest in the throne."

"I am not going to the palace this time to compete with you for the throne."

Altria looked into Morgan's eyes and whispered, "I know."

"I know what you want, too."

Before Morgan could speak, Altria said again coldly, "But I refuse. Relationships are first come, first served."

Morgan's voice was soft and charming: "That's not right, Lily... there is no order of priority in feelings."

"If I were you, I would withdraw now... and then be my own King Arthur."

"Didn't you also swear that after you drew the sword, you would devote your life to Britain?"

Not good... Mordred's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously looked at Artoria.

As expected, when she noticed the undisguised hostility in Morgan's eyes, Altria couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth in a dangerous arc.

Her beautiful holy blue eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of danger.

Then, Altria's cold and textured voice slowly sounded in this golden hall.

"There doesn't seem to be a conflict between being with him and becoming King Arthur... Sister Wang?"

Chapter 59: The Double Collapse (4K)

The moonlight is like water and as bright as frost.