The soul that should have died was now appearing right in front of him in broad daylight?
At this moment, Agravain was no longer merely astonished or shocked, but felt as if he had seen a ghost, utterly incredulous.
"Alvin?"
Agravain's eyes locked on the youth before him. After careful confirmation, the icy expression he had kept all this time finally broke.
"How is it possible... how could you still be alive?"
There was a tremor in his voice.
Several years had passed since Alvin's death, and the Knights of the Round Table had long accepted it... even the capital acknowledged Alvin's passing.
Yet this soul, who should have been gone, was now lively and breathing before them.
If Agravain had not noticed the White Dragon's heart beating in the other's chest, he might still not have believed the fact.
"A lot happened in between, but anyway I'm pretty lucky."
Alvin smiled, "Before Gawain notices, let's keep this short."
"Agravain, I want to ask a favor of you."
Normally, the Iron Knight Agravain never did small favors for others.
Many nobles had quietly asked Agravain for help in the past, all promptly refused.
Yet at Alvin's request, Agravain's first reaction was not to refuse.
He suppressed many of the doubts and thoughts in his mind and said in a low voice, "What do you want me to do?"
Alvin looked toward the direction Gawain had left with the troops and said, "I remember you just caught a girl, right?"
Agravain frowned, "We captured a transmigrator. Why, is she connected to you?"
"Kind of."
Alvin smiled, "Don't worry, I don't intend to put you in a bind. I just hope that on your way back you'll look after her, don't let her get hurt."
"That's all?", Agravain asked.
"That's enough... after all, you can't just release her," Alvin said.
Though unclear what was happening in Camelot now, from what had just transpired, Lily's side probably ordered the capture of these transmigrators who came to Camelot.
Even as a Round Table knight, if Agravain rashly released Gray, he'd have trouble explaining it later.
Besides, Gawain's side would not agree to release her.
"In that case it's fine. I'll ensure her safety," Agravain pondered, then finally nodded and agreed to Alvin's request.
"Thanks."
Watching the boy smile and thank him sincerely, Agravain couldn't help frowning slightly and slowly said, "Alvin, you know what I want to ask you, don't you?"
"I know, but now is not the time."
Alvin patted Agravain's shoulder with a smile, "I'll go back soon... but not now. When I return to the palace, I'll explain everything to you."
Agravain was clearly still dissatisfied with that answer, but in the end he grudgingly nodded.
If he stayed here too long, Gawain would surely become suspicious... it was time to rejoin the group.
After watching Agravain leave, Alvin withdrew his gaze and opened his personal status panel.
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— Name: Alvin
— Strength: B+
— Endurance: B
— Agility: C
— Mana: A+
— Luck: E
— Noble Phantasm: ███
— Resistance to Magic: B (Having inherited the White Dragon's furnace core, you became a type of fantasy species from the Age of Gods. Magic of equal or lower rank is ineffective against you. Even great magics and large-scale spells cannot harm you.)
— Riding: A+ (Used to control mounts. Those with A+ in this ability can even ride monsters and divine beasts, though riding dragon kinds requires abilities beyond Riding.)
— White Dragon Furnace Core: A (You obtained its power after killing the despicable king Vortigern, gaining vast mana comparable to the Red Dragon's heart. This rank can evolve through special means.)
— Watchman: EX (Once vowed to guard Camelot's glory forever with sword and blood. When releasing mana you can become a shadow, and even clairvoyance finds it hard to track you.)
— Innate Charm: A (Holding the White Dragon furnace core gives you an irresistible allure. Most heroic spirits cannot refuse the sweetness of this charm. You are born able to draw women's affection.)
— White Moonlight: EX (White Moonlight is the most lethal existence in this world, and a dead White Moonlight is even more unfathomable. After your death, you became the White Moonlight in the hearts of those who know the truth. They develop a natural fondness for you, and when that fondness reaches its extreme, unexpected reversals may occur.)
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Alvin stared at the text on the panel and fell into deep thought.
'From the description it seems my panel can continue to evolve... but what does the White Moonlight description mean?'
'I know Lily and the others' favorability reached full, since I pushed those values up... but what does a reversal after max mean?'
Reading his personal attributes, Alvin suddenly felt a chill and shivered reflexively.
A bad feeling crept up. As he thought this, he sensed a faint coldness behind him.
He whipped his head around and saw, in a nearby shrub, a pair of eyes that showed no fluctuation of emotion, quietly stared at him.
The man wore silver armor and his eyes were ice cold, simply watching him.
Alvin felt his heart skip. He instantly realized something and his face changed slightly.
'This is... the Silver Knight created by Morgan?'
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A carriage, escorted by a group of knights, slowly made its way toward Camelot Palace.
Inside the carriage, the gray-haired girl hugged her arms instinctively, kneeling on the cushioned bench as if helpless.
It seemed that this made her feel even a little safer.
Gray, one of the Clock Tower's students, had just taken a bath and was planning to go to class today... but when she opened the door she inexplicably found herself in Camelot of the Age of Gods.
"Don't worry. The king isn't unreasonable. If you tell the truth, they won't make things hard for you," Agravain's somber voice came from across the carriage.
According to ancient records, Agravain was a man who did things by the book... Gray thought traveling with him would be difficult.
But from the beginning Agravain had been considerate, bringing her water and food, and answering many of her questions.
He said he had been entrusted by someone.
But logically there shouldn't be anyone she knew in Camelot...
Gray looked up and hesitated slightly, "Sir Agravain, may I ask you another question?"
"Ask," Agravain said calmly.
"What does King Arthur want with people like us?", Gray asked softly.
"The transmigrators appearing in Camelot are mostly soul-transfers. Only a few, like you, are body-possessions. From the king's perspective, soul-transfers are an unforgivable crime."
Agravain explained patiently, "Don't worry. As long as you don't involve the empire's interests and answer truthfully, you will soon be free."
"I see...", Gray looked thoughtful, then glanced subtly at the man across from her.
"May I ask, who is the person that entrusted you?", she probed.
Agravain looked at her with meaning in his eyes, slowly shaking his head, "You will know later... that person will probably come looking for you."
Sensing this, Gray didn't press further and fell silent.
Before long the carriage, jolting along, had arrived at the towering palace.
Agravain ordered the knights to wait outside, then entered the palace with Gawain.
On the way, Gawain cradled his helmet and glanced at Agravain curiously, "You seem rather concerned about that girl?"
Agravain had been known as iron-faced and merciless; it was rare to see him care for a transmigrator like this.
"Just that she looks young and doesn't seem to have desecrated the dead, so...", Agravain replied, his voice dropping, "Also, you know, she resembles someone."
Gawain's smile faded somewhat.
'Indeed, this girl looks so much like that witch... practically a young version of Morgan le Fay.'
'Could there be some connection between them?'
"What are you talking about?", Just then a woman's calm, pleasant voice came from behind.
Both men froze, then turned to see the golden-haired woman wearing a cloak and crown.
Her saintly teal eyes quietly appraised them both.
"Your Majesty... what are you doing here?", Agravain blurted, inexplicably nervous.
"Just out for a stroll," Artoria looked them over, "Any news from the Camlann Plains?"
Gawain shook his head, "Nothing useful. But we did capture a transmigrator. Agravain and I were talking about her because she resembles someone."
Artoria's brow arched, an interest flickering in her eyes, "Who?"
Gawain and Agravain exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of hesitation in the other.
"But say it. It won't hurt," Artoria said lightly.
Gawain hesitated, then lowered his voice, "That transmigrator looks a lot like your royal sister..."
For a moment Artoria's expression shifted slightly.
Morgan le Fay... it had been nearly three years since she last saw her royal sister.
While Agravain and Gawain were still uneasy, Artoria had already turned and headed toward the palace's main hall.
Her attendant followed closely. As they walked, her pleasant voice quietly sounded in the two men's ears.
"Bring the person here. I want to see her."
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