Alvin glanced silently at Ishtar.
At this moment, the golden-haired goddess lowered her lashes slightly, deep in thought.
Looking at her felt like she was a bit pitiful, so, he couldn't help but have some thoughts in his heart.
However, now was not the right time.
He silently put away the Holy Sword of the Stars, then used his gaze to signal Grey.
After all, today quite a few people inside the royal palace had noticed the commotion here, and perhaps someone had even seen the Holy Lance.
If he handed the Holy Lance to Grey right now, it was obvious what kind of trouble the girl would face later.
The girl naturally understood this logic as well, so she didn't talk about the Lance, however, not long after Alvin left, she quietly followed after him.
Before leaving, Alvin pondered for a moment, and used a special magic to transmit his voice to Ishtar's ear.
"Goddess Ishtar, wait for me in your room a bit later, I have something I want to talk to you about."
Hearing his words, Ishtar came back to her senses, the corner of her eye faintly glancing at Alvin: "Why should I listen to you?"
It seemed that whether it was her inherent personality or when she was suppressing herself, she was always a bit tsundere.
Well .. sure enough, those who looked similar to "Rin" must have inherited that tsundere nature...
Alvin complained in his heart, and responded with a calm expression.
"I know where the person you're looking for is."
Hearing this, Ishtar's expression instantly stiffened, her breath caught, and she was about to ask more, but Alvin had already walked far away.
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In a corner of the royal palace, Alvin was holding a magical mystic code called "Add" in his hand, walking through a secluded garden.
However, at that moment, behind him suddenly came the soft, gentle voice of the gray-haired girl: "Alvin!"
Alvin stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look, and saw the girl in a gray robe hurrying toward him.
"This time I really have to thank you, otherwise I might not have been able to meet Gaia."
Alvin smiled as he returned the Holy Lance to the girl, his gaze lingering on her delicate, fair and charming face for a moment longer.
Seeing his hot gaze, a faint blush couldn't help but flash across Grey's fair and delicate face as she involuntarily lowered head before speaking softly "It should be me thanking you... if it weren't for you, the Holy Lance wouldn't be in my hands now."
That was indeed the truth.
When the Tower of Radiance appeared earlier, if it hadn't been for Alvin, even with "Add"'s help, Grey could not have touched the Holy Lance's core domain.
"But you still had to be able to wield the Holy Lance yourself, otherwise it wouldn't have mattered if I was there."
Alvin said this, paused slightly, then continued with a smile: "But there's no point talking about that now... it's good that I could help you."
Even though it was just a simple conversation, for some reason the atmosphere between the two felt a bit subtle.
Ever since returning to the Clock Tower last time, when Alvin tried to have physical contact with Grey, the atmosphere between the two had already become a little ambiguous, only back then it was in the cathedral with lots of people around, so it wasn't especially obvious.
Now, after crossing over again, this could be considered their first time being together without outside interference.
'She really does look a lot like Morgan...' Alvin looked at the girl's delicate, fair face hidden under her hood, and that faint blush, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Leaving aside the comparisons about who was more beautiful between Grey and Morgan, the two indeed looked exactly alike, but from a sense of impression, Grey leaned more toward the fresh and pure type of girl with elegant charm.
Even though he clearly knew she knew nothing of love, like a lotus flower, she still made people unable to resist wanting to defile her a bit, especially seeing her show that flustered and shy look.
As for Morgan, that woman was more like a noble queen, enchanting and charming, but privately she also had a passionate and shy side.
Feeling the boy's gaze constantly fixed on her, Grey seemed more and more at a loss, her head lowered, her small hand hidden under her sleeve a bit nervously clenched tight.
However, just then, a warm palm gently held her soft, boneless little hand.
Almost instantly, the girl looked up in surprise, only to see the boy showing a gentle smile.
"I'll take you back first."
"Ah... okay... mm..."
The girl somewhat dazedly nodded, letting Alvin hold her hand, head lowered the whole way, unknowingly returning to her own room.
Seeing that Alvin was about to leave, Grey only then belatedly came back to her senses, and subconsciously raised her head to say: "Won't you stay and sit for a while?"
However, Alvin didn't agree and said.
"I still have something to deal with, you have a good rest first, I will come find you again soon."
To be honest, if it had been under normal circumstances, with the atmosphere like this, of course he would have been willing to stay and chat with Grey for a while longer, to take the chance to deepen their relationship.
But right now he still had to go see someone.
In Britain, the thing that worried Alvin and even Merlin, the nightmare, the most right now was not any beast, nor Gaia or Alaya.
But rather those two sisters.
Alvin crossed through the garden, then through another palace, pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and soon saw Morgan le Fay by the window.
It seemed like she had already been waiting for Alvin to arrive, wearing an ornate dress, reclining on the sofa, her pair of cool, beautiful eyes quietly watching the boy.
Perhaps because of her lazy posture, the fabric at the chest of that dress was slightly disheveled, the contrast between her mature, sensual body and her cool, aloof aura was striking.
For a man, such a dazzling peerless beauty, just one glance was enough to make one's mouth dry and tongue parched.
Sometimes Alvin even wondered, with a beauty like Morgan le Fay, how could the nobles of Britain, and even the Knights of the Round Table, be so afraid of her.
However, at the same time, he couldn't help but a bit fortunate about that...after all, it was because of these reasons that Alvin was able to capture such a gorgeous beauty.
He glanced at the delicate small feet revealed under Morgan's skirt, then calmly withdrew his gaze.
'Why does it feel like the atmosphere is a bit off here...'
She didn't look angry...but neither too welcoming.
Alvin sat down next to Morgan with a smile: "What's wrong, why are you staring at me like that?"
Well...if he knew his affair with Tiamat was exposed, he wouldn't have asked this question.
Morgan sat up, glancing lightly at Alvin, speaking in a cool and clear voice. "I thought you didn't plan to come see me anymore."
Alvin shook his head and smiled.
"I had planned to come find you after taking Grey back."
And he didn't lie.
After all as beautiful and irresistibly charming as she was, Morgan, was also very sensitive, so her feelings needed to be cared for.
Back when he was just playing the game, Alvin had already known how to handle this.
He was more than willing to do such things.
Morgan swung her feet under her skirt, a trace of thought in her eyes as she spoke. "Grey, that's the girl who looks a lot like me, right?"
She seemed to think of something amusing, and suddenly chuckled: "Alvin, have you ever considered why Grey is able to use the Holy Lance?"
Alvin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Isn't it because of King Arthur's bloodline?"
Morgan lifted her eyelids, a trace of enchantment rippling in her beautiful eyes, and spoke softly:.
"Don't you think that compared to Lily, that child is more like me in both appearance and the flow of her magical energy?"
Alvin nodded slightly. "Indeed, she's more similar to you… I used to not believe that there could be two identical flowers in the world, but looking at this—"
"You still don't understand what I mean."
Morgan smiled sweetly.
"What I mean is… don't you think she resembles the two of us?"
Hearing her words, Alvin couldn't help showing an amused smile, and said: "It's fine that she looks like you, but where does she look like me?"
Morgan gave him a glance, half-smiling: "In this world, only those of King Arthur's line can use the Holy Lance. That means Grey also has the blood of King Arthur.
So here's the question… where did Grey's Arthurian blood come from?"
For ten seconds after she spoke, Alvin still kept his smile.
Then, as if something occurred to him, his smile gradually faded, until finally he looked at the woman's absolutely stunning, alluring face with a look of shock.
Alvin's lips moved slightly, and he spoke with difficulty: "You're saying… Grey is your or Lily's descendant?"
Morgan giggled softly, her full chest quivering slightly, and said.
"Maybe not a descendant, but a direct child, hmm?"
Today, when she saw Grey, Morgan had been thinking about one question the whole time.
'Why did Grey look so much like herself?'
Was it just a coincidence?
Not impossible… but that mystic code in Grey's hands called "Add" — in all of Britain, only Morgan herself could have crafted it.
Plus Grey was someone who came from the future…with so many coincidences stacked together, perhaps it was no coincidence at all.
Thinking about all these things, she was very curious herself…
Let's assume that this speculation was true, then in the end, was Grey her child, or Artoria's child?