Three days later.
At the border.
More precisely, a bit deeper past the border, in the empire known as the Eastern Goths.
Originally, this land did not belong to the Hun Empire.
It was later conquered by Attila's army, becoming one of her most dazzling achievements.
Even couldn't help but secretly click his tongue in amazement when he learned about this history.
Although the Attila of the Type-Moon world is somewhat different from the historical "Attila," whether it is the former or the latter… both can unquestionably be called an absolute ruthless figure.
She continuously conquered new countries, starting from the initial "Alan Kingdom," to "Ostrogoths," and then later the Persian Empire, Byzantium, and so on…
By the later period, the territory of the Hunnic Empire had reached a level that could be described as at its peak of prosperity.
However, even the soldiers of the Hunnic Empire probably never imagined that their king might not be the real "Attila" at all, but an extraterrestrial being, the white giant sent by the "Wandering Star" to destroy civilizations: the Titan Attila.
Back when Crimson Moon first descended upon Britain, she had already sensed Attila's existence.
At that time, however, both sides were wary of each other, so they tacitly went their separate ways.
Yet even Attila herself probably never expected that Arcuied would actually know the White Dragon of Britain, and even reveal secrets about her.
Just as Alvin had initially predicted, the moment they crossed the border and arrived in the Ostrogothic territory, they immediately attracted the attention of the Ostrogothic guards.
After those guards confirmed the identities of the two visitors, their expressions changed drastically.
They hurried toward the royal palace to report Alvin and Morgan's arrival to Attila.
Attila received them at once, and the guards led the two into the palace hall.
Alvin walked up the staircase slowly, and at the end of the steps he soon saw a woman with long, loose white hair.
Her skin had the healthy shade of wheat, her crimson eyes held an almost queenlike arrogance, and in her hand rested a brilliant sword that shimmered like a rainbow.
Morgan narrowed her eyes at once, looking at the sword in Attila's hand.
"So this is the 'Sword of the War God' that injured Lancelot? It doesn't actually look that impressive."
Her trademark arrogance and venomous tongue were in full display.
Even in enemy territory, she acted like nothing less than a queen who owned the place.
And thinking about it… they really hadn't expected that the legendary king of the Huns would look so young.
Another "little girl", just like Lily.
Beside Attila stood her long-time general, who had followed her through countless wars.
When he heard Morgan's remark, his gaze instantly sharpened.
"Two high-ranking figures from Britain entering our territory without any prior notice… aren't you looking down on our Hun Empire a little too much?"
From the Hun Empire's point of view, Morgan and Alvin were indeed audacious to the extreme.
Normally, when the two sides met, envoys would be sent well in advance to announce the visit, and only after the other party agreed would the meeting time be set.
But Alvin and Morgan simply walked straight into the heart of enemy territory without saying a word.
Was this because they were absolutely confident in their own strength, or because they believed the Hun Empire would not dare to touch them?
"Apologies. Princess Morgan has always been like this, please don't take it to heart."
At that moment, Alvin quickly spoke with a gentle smile.
His voice was calm, and paired with that handsome face of his, anyone who didn't know better might really think he was Morgan's beloved younger brother.
"Where did this little brat come from? Adults are talking, who told you to interrupt?"
The great general looked him up and down with open disdain.
Back when Alvin and Morgan entered the palace, he had already guessed who the boy was; he was only saying this now to put the boy in his place.
After all, the current Hunnic Empire did indeed have the capital to speak so arrogantly.
From the Caspian Sea in the east to the Atlantic coast in the west, from the Danube River in the south to the Baltic Sea in the north, all the vassal states in this vast region bowed their heads in submission to the Hunnic Empire, or rather, to Attila.
It could be said that the Hunnic Empire stood at the height of its power.
And in front of such an ancient and overwhelming force, what did it matter if the other side claimed to be the White Dragon of Britain?
Alvin looked at the general, smiling lightly. "Who the fuck are you?"
"You—"
The great general was about to step forward, but Attila raised her hand and stopped him.
Her eyes were unbearably empty and detached, staring down at Alvin with a cold indifference.
Her voice was airy and hollow, as if she were simply stating a fact.
"Just you and Princess Morgan… it's far from enough."
"The land of the Age of Gods is about to completely fade… The power of the fairies will soon vanish."
She spoke the truth, exposing the crisis Morgan, and all of Britain, was facing.
Morgan was a Triple Goddess, but as long as one was a magus of Britain, their power would weaken as the Age of Gods receded. It was irreversible..
Attila, on the other hand… though she was the ruler of the Hunnic Empire, she was also the "Vanguard of the Wandering Star," the destroyer of civilizations, someone who never belonged to this world in the first place.
If she released the "Sword of the War God," she was confident she could defeat anyone standing before her.
Alvin's gaze shifted toward the sword in Attila's hand, and he suddenly chuckled. "Your confidence probably comes from that sword, right?"
Attila did not deny it.
Strictly speaking, the Sword of the War God, or rather, the "Tear of the star, Sword of the War God" — was nothing more than a beautiful, radiant pointer used to designate a target.
Once its true name was released, the sword would mark a location, and from far above the sky a devastating pillar of magical light would descend, erasing everything in its range.
Put bluntly… it was a laser strike from orbital height.
Like a Damocles sword hanging above the world, always ready to fall.
From so high above, it controlled the life and death of all beneath it.
If Attila marched into Britain alone and unleashed that sword… what would happen?
The answer was obvious.
The great general had likely witnessed its power before, because a mocking smile spread across his face.
The Sword of the War God was the King's strongest weapon.
Combined with her personal might, she could reduce Britain to an irreversible wasteland if she wished.
It was a one-woman strategic capability. As long as she held that sword, there was no nation on earth the Hunnic Empire could not conquer.
The instant that thought crossed his mind, a golden radiance flashed before his eyes.
The light was blinding, yet when it touched his face it felt as warm as the sun.
Right in the heart of the enemy's territory, under countless eyes, Alvin lifted his head and smiled at Attila.
"Let's start with a question."
His expression remained calm, his voice unhurried and gentle.
"A weapon capable of destroying an empire… take a guess. Do you think Britain has one?"
"Let me give you the answer now."
Under the terrified gazes of everyone present, a brilliant golden holy sword began to slowly take shape in Alvin's hand.
Attila almost shot to her feet, her stare locked tightly onto the sword he held.
The moment she saw it, the cold indifference she had worn all along shattered violently. Her features twisted violently, impossible to tell whether it was excitement or fear.
Or perhaps… both.
Only after a long, stunned silence did she draw a deep breath and speak, voice trembling slightly: "..The Holy Sword of the Star?!"
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