Then the second reaction was that she started worrying about Alvin's safety.
These two sisters were both "fighting" over Alvin, but Mordred was different. She would only feel sorry for Alvin and worry about what he was going to face next.
'Maybe I should hurry and find a chance to go tell Father?'
When that thought flashed through Mordred's mind, Morgan pressed her bright red lips together. Her soft, charming voice carried a chill, "Exactly what kind of feelings Alvin has toward me, you can go ask him yourself."
"Perfect, he's coming over right now."
Morgan let out a cold snort and unintentionally glanced to the side.
They saw that in front of the luxurious doors of the golden hall, Alvin was walking in through the entrance.
Mordred silently covered her face.
And in that instant, the atmosphere drifting between the two sisters seemed to fall into an eerie kind of silence.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Mordred's forehead.
Classical symphonies played by the court musicians drifted past her ears, yet Mordred's mind was completely frozen at the moment.
'Why did it turn out like this?'
She was clearly already lucky enough to see her "father" again after the White Dragon battle, and her father was different from the others.
When Alvin treated Mordred, he was always full of patience. And even when Artoria tried to lay a hand on her back then, it was Alvin who stepped in to help her.
Although she was always called the rebellious knight, in truth Mordred had always been in a state of extreme lack of love.
Because of that, even if someone gave her just a little bit of affection, she could feel warmth, and would try everything she could to repay them.
'Why did he have to show up at such a crucial time?'
When she saw the young man appear in the hall, Mordred sank into deep despair. She even started to suspect whether there was something wrong with Alvin's luck value, or if Merlin was causing trouble behind the scenes.
If Alvin had been even a little bit later, she could have gone out and given him a heads-up, letting him prepare himself before coming.
But now things were just great.
Mordred quietly took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
Just when Morgan was about to stand up and go to Alvin of her own accord, Mordred reacted fast and stood up before she could.
"I'll go get Father!"
Seeing Mordred walk straight through the crowd toward Alvin, for a moment the two women present both fell slightly silent.
Morgan narrowed her beautiful eyes, watching Mordred's departing back.
'Why does it feel like Little Mo and Alvin have gotten so close lately?'
Artoria also watched this scene, her expression perfectly calm.
Then at some point, she slowly stood up and followed behind Mordred, walking toward Alvin.
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Alvin stared blankly at the personal interface floating before him.
From the moment he stepped into the golden hall, a certain entry on the interface had been flashing with a mysterious black light like crazy.
[Reversal: White Moonlight]
"What is it even flashing for?"
Ever since he left the Radiant Tower not long ago, White Moonlight had taken on a "Reversal" form, and after that it flashed with strange black glow every moment.
And just now it got even more ridiculous. That ink-black light almost covered up the entire personal interface.
'What on earth?'
While Alvin was still thinking about this, a girl walked toward him.
"Little Mo? You're here this early too?"
Alvin was surprised, then looked her over a few extra times and smiled, "You look pretty nice today."
Unlike her usual self, because of the banquet, even Mordred was wearing formal attire.
A light white dress paired with a crisp ponytail. Beautiful indeed, but with a bit of heroic sharpness.
When Mordred walked through the crowd, quite a few noble young ladies looked at her subconsciously. Even though they were all women, Mordred's aura clearly scored a lot of points.
Even Alvin secretly sighed in admiration, 'In terms of handsomeness, Little Mo probably has seventy percent of mine.'
Hearing Alvin greet her, if this were a few days earlier, Mordred probably would have responded with a smile already.
But this time, the rebellious knight's face looked a bit tense.
When she reached his side, Mordred lowered her voice, "Run!"
Alvin froze, then frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"
To make sure the banquet would go smoothly, before it began the entire palace had already been arranged with more than seven kinds of special barriers. Even magi from the Age of Gods wouldn't be able to detect exactly how many people were attending tonight.
No matter how sharp Alvin's senses were, unless he actively released the white dragon core's mana, he couldn't immediately sense who had come.
Seeing Little Mo so nervous felt a bit wrong.
Seeing the girl's tense and even somewhat "afraid" expression, Alvin's heart shook. For some reason he suddenly had a very bad feeling.
'An enemy attack?'
'But how is that possible?'
'Britain now have Morgan le Fay, and also Merlin and Artoria in Avalon, and even the Knights of the Round Table, who would dare cause trouble at a banquet?'
'Would they not want to live?'
'And besides, if it is just a powerful enemy, Mordred would never show this kind of "fear."'
Alvin felt something was off, but he still smiled, planning to calm his uneasy daughter first.
But at that moment, Mordred lifted her head and said in a voice she worked hard to suppress, "Mother is attending tonight's banquet."
'The banquet is hosted by Morgan herself. Wouldn't it be normal for her to attend?'
Before Alvin could process that, he heard Mordred's trembling voice continue, "The King of Knights is also here."
For a long moment after she said that, Alvin kept his smile. Then slowly, his smile receded, his body stiffened bit by bit, and the expression on his face gradually froze.
In the end, Alvin's smile vanished completely.
"..."
Alvin stared blankly at Mordred. After a long time, his lips moved slightly and he asked with difficulty, "Do they know the other is here?"
Mordred gave a soft "mm," "They've already met."
Boom!
His brain felt like it had been hit by lightning. Everything went blank. Alvin stared at Mordred, his expression twisting a little.
His face was stiff. Beneath his dumbfounded eyes was an emotional explosion close to losing control.
Thinking back to when he saw Merlin earlier tonight, 'That white-haired mage said Artoria was still in Avalon, and he looked so confident...'
Now that he thought about it, the guy probably sent Artoria out of Avalon and was afraid Alvin wouldn't come if he knew, so he lied.
And honestly if Merlin had just said so, Alvin wouldn't have run away from the problem. On the contrary, he would have mentally prepared himself and met Morgan and Artoria separately beforehand.
These two sisters being in the same space had a completely different level of difficulty from meeting each of them alone.
But now…
"Merlin, you… motherfacker!"
Alvin's expression was unbelievably ugly. He wanted to tear that white-haired mage apart.
But he didn't even have time to think. While his mind was still in chaos, Artoria's cold, sensual voice rang beside them.
"Little Mo, you may leave."
Mordred's body stiffened, but... she did not obey.
She was a rebellious knight. Rebellious meant she wouldn't follow orders, even if the one giving them was the King of Knights, though the pressure on her right now was enormous.
Just then, a hand gently rested on her shoulder.
"Go rest for now. Leave this to me," Alvin spoke quietly.
His tone was extremely calm, as if he were stating something completely ordinary.
"But…", Mordred hesitated, but after seeing Alvin's eyes telling her to "trust him," she eventually turned and silently found a seat.
At that moment, Agravain walked to the rebellious knight's side and said quietly, "Don't worry too much. It doesn't look as bad as we thought."
But the worry in Mordred's eyes didn't lessen at all. It grew even heavier, "Not that bad? You just don't understand Mother and the King."
"A big disaster is coming."
When she said that, Mordred looked toward where Morgan had been sitting earlier.
Agravain instinctively followed her gaze and froze.
'When did Morgan disappear?'
As Artoria stood, more and more gazes in the golden hall subtly shifted toward the two of them.
Eulyphis frowned slightly as he looked at the golden-haired King of Knights walking up to Alvin, "What exactly does King Arthur want to do?"
Kayneth held a glass of red wine and stared at Alvin for a long time, his gaze flickering.
'The King of Knights possesses the red dragon core, her sensing ability is unbelievably sharp, could she have sensed the white dragon's mana flowing inside Alvin?'
'The white dragon that once nearly destroyed Britain, if Artoria knows Alvin is its descendant, the result is obvious.'
Thinking of this, Kayneth felt uneasy and silently squeezed a handful of cold sweat for his student.
And he wasn't the only nervous one. Gray, who was sitting beside Reines at the banquet, also felt incredibly tense.
She watched the King of Knights walk step by step toward Alvin, and the small hand hidden in her sleeve had subconsciously tightened.
Not long ago, when she learned from Add that Alvin was connected to that "dragon of calamity," Gray's heart had been in knots.
The white dragon, rumored to be violent by nature, once nearly destroyed all of Britain. Britons hated it to the bone.
If the news that Alvin had the "white dragon core" spread… it wasn't hard to imagine how hard his future in Britain would be.
Even though Gray wanted to hide the truth for Alvin, it now seemed Artoria had sensed something?
Otherwise she wouldn't be approaching him like this.
Everyone present had different thoughts, but all of them subconsciously turned their gaze to Alvin.
Among the four Lords of the Clock Tower, except for the zoology Lord Gaiuslink who remained expressionless, the expressions of the other three shifted subtly.
Eulyphis's eyes were gloomy, deep with meaning.
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