Arcueid clearly knew this as well. On her cool, beautiful face, a charming smile suddenly appeared, carrying a kind of bewitching, almost demonic allure.
With her fingertips, she pinched the thin shoulder strap on the other side and gave it a light tug.
Alvin's gaze froze for a moment in surprise.
But before he could speak, the woman had already reached out and forcefully pressed him into her embrace.
The strength was so great that before Alvin's face could feel the softness of a person's chest, he was already hit by a wave of suffocation.
"Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you for free. I already said earlier, as repayment, I'll also give you my magical energy."
Arcueid's alluring red lips curved into an extremely beautiful arc, carrying a hint of temptation, "Of course, how much you can absorb… depends on yourself."
———
That evening, Alvin held his waist, limping as he left the main hall of Millennium Castle.
By now, the sun was setting. He lifted his head, feeling the evening breeze brushing against him along with a trace of coolness, and only then did he feel a bit more clear-headed.
"You really can't blame my willpower for not being firm enough. If anything, blame Arcueid for being too tempting."
Thinking back to everything that had just happened in the hall, Alvin couldn't help letting out another sigh.
Whether it was because the Moon King's magical energy was too special, or simply because vampire magic itself was unusual, in any case, this time when Alvin absorbed Arcueid's magic, he found himself inexplicably immersed in it.
The sensation was different from the previous times. That cool yet sweet magic felt almost like tasting a cup of chilled, sweet milk.
At this moment, Alvin could feel that within the White Dragon Furnace Core, there was magic originating from the True Ancestor of the vampires, and that power had already condensed into a single drop of essence.
The Moon King, Arcueid's magic.
[You have obtained the Moon King's gift. Congratulations, Host, for completing the special CG: Feeding of the Moon King]
[Special achievement reward obtained: Imaginary Materialization (Gold)]
[Imaginary Materialization: An ability possessed by spirits who are the touch of nature and the world. It connects one's consciousness directly to the world, causing the world to change into an environment that matches one's imagination.]
Alvin's eyes lit up. He didn't even have time to complain about the wording of that CG achievement before he was quickly drawn to this reward.
Imaginary Materialization. If he remembered correctly, this was one of Arcueid's strongest authorities.
And its effect was actually somewhat similar to the "Reality Marble" of certain Servants.
To put it more plainly, it allowed one to unfold their own domain, and the environment within that domain would be shaped according to one's imagination.
It could be the entire royal city of Camelot, it could be Millennium Castle, or even something like the "Ionioi Hetairoi" used by the King of Conquerors, Iskandar.
'I wonder what my "Imaginary Materialization" will be like?'
At the thought of this, Alvin couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation.
———
Night fell.
Before the throne, Arcueid slowly opened her eyes, silently gazing into the darkness ahead in the hall.
Within the darkness, a newly Embraced maid quietly approached her and respectfully bowed.
"Lord White Dragon has already returned to the British royal palace not long ago. Also, according to the transmigrators in the palace, Lancelot seems to have been injured recently."
Arcueid narrowed her beautiful eyes. Sitting with her legs crossed, a knowing smile appeared on her face, "I was wondering why he cared so much about the Crest of the Star… so it's because the chief knight of the Round Table was injured?"
Because Attila's existence posed a potential threat to all of Britain, he specifically went to gather information, 'He really does love that country.'
'Or is it… that he loves those sisters of Britain?'
At that thought, something in Arcueid's heart twisted faintly.
"Should we secretly send someone to help? If it's only Lord White Dragon alone…"
The maid asked cautiously.
"Why help?"
Arcueid said indifferently, "Even if the sky falls, Britain has nothing to do with us… besides, Millennium Castle isn't ruled by me alone."
Within Millennium Castle, there were multiple True Ancestors. To them, Arcueid was merely a "weapon of force."
It was just that her strength far surpassed the others, so from the past until now, as she had slept, none of the True Ancestors dared to provoke her.
But if Arcueid were to mobilize the entire power of Millennium Castle to help Alvin, those True Ancestors would likely become restless.
Of course, if Arcueid insisted, no one in Millennium Castle could stop her. It was just that, due to "correction," she didn't want to leave the castle if she could avoid it.
Arcueid looked toward the direction of the Hun Empire, and soon a light, cheerful smile appeared.
"We'll just wait and see."
———
[Royal Palace]
After returning, Alvin first went to see Artoria and explained the relationship between "Attila" and the "Crest of the Star."
Destroyer of civilizations, a dangerous existence from beyond the heavens… when she heard those words, Artoria's expression gradually turned serious, and she immediately convened a Round Table meeting.
Aside from the injured Lancelot, Gawain, Agravain, and Tristan were also absent. The first two were assisting in protecting the upper ranks of the Clock Tower, since during this period they were working hard to solve the issue of plant decay caused by the end of the Age of Gods.
As for Tristan, he was investigating the matter of the flying ship and was not in the palace at the moment.
Out of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, four were absent. Meanwhile, Galahad, Gareth, and Mordred were too young and lacked the ability to judge the bigger picture, so in meetings like this, they couldn't contribute much either.
Britain's surface-level strength seemed extremely powerful, but in reality, they were facing a shortage of manpower.
'If I hadn't come back, Lily really would have had a hard time handling all this alone,' Alvin thought to himself.
However, he couldn't contribute much in such meetings either, so he didn't stay in the King's Hall. Instead, he went alone to the palace training grounds.
Right now, compared to attending meetings, improving his own strength was far more practical.
Before Alvin's eyes, the description of the authority [Imaginary Materialization] appeared.
"What kind of inner world should I materialize?"
He pondered silently.
Under normal circumstances, most Heroic Spirits' Reality Marbles were related to their experiences in life.
But Alvin didn't have such life experiences. In essence, Imaginary Materialization allowed him to "imagine" a special domain world; it didn't necessarily have to be tied to past experiences.
So he needed to think carefully about what kind of inner world he should construct.
While he was thinking about this, he suddenly seemed to sense something and instinctively turned his head to the side.
Not far away, a purple-haired woman in a tight outfit, her figure curvy and alluring, was sitting on the steps, resting her cheek on her hand as she quietly watched him.
"Scathach?"
The moment he saw the full, upright chest outlined by her bodysuit, Alvin immediately recognized her. He was briefly surprised, then raised his hand with a smile in greeting, "You're still at the palace?"
"After all, you still haven't fought me. I've been waiting for you."
A smile appeared on the mature woman's face.
Scathach… in legend, she was the Queen of the Land of Shadows, unable to die, challenging powerful opponents while yearning for death. After transmigrating earlier, when she sensed the disturbance in the Tower of Radiance, she had set her sights on Alvin.
The smile on Scathach's face faded slightly. Her beautiful eyes fixed on Alvin as she slowly said, "Do you dare accept my challenge as a warrior, White Dragon of Britain?"
She had thought Alvin might hesitate, or become excited at being challenged, but instead, she saw the boy looking at her with puzzlement before asking, "What's the wager?"
'A wager?'
Having never expected such a question, Scathach was momentarily stunned before revealing a charming smile.
"Does a battle between warriors have to involve a wager?"
Alvin shook his head decisively, "Then I won't fight."
Scathach froze, only to see Alvin turn around and start walking out of the training ground.
"Stop right there!"
She called out, trying to halt him.
However, the boy didn't stop. Only when he was about to leave did the woman finally grow anxious and say irritably, "Fine, then let's wager."
She lightly placed one hand on her chest, "If I lose, I'll agree to any one of your demands, even if it means letting me die... if you can kill me."
At the end, she looked at Alvin, "An 'enemy' who can slip into the palace at any time, that should give you quite a headache, right?"
Only then did Alvin stop. On his handsome, neighborly face, a gentle smile appeared.
"If I win, I don't want your life… but I do have another request."
Under Scathach's questioning gaze, Alvin continued, "Recently, the number of transmigrators has increased, and Britain is dealing with both internal and external troubles. I feel like we don't have enough manpower."
"Miss Scathach, I can agree to duel you, but if you lose, I hope you'll become a member of the Knights of the Round Table."
He paused, then added, "In my view, many things are actually more terrifying than death, I think you understand that well, don't you?"
Scathach fell silent.
As someone cursed with immortality, she naturally did not fear death. If anything, she longed for it. So she understood Alvin's words deeply.
If she lost… she would have to serve Britain?
At that moment, Alvin suddenly looked up and smiled, "Are you afraid of losing to me?"
For an instant, Alvin felt a powerful fighting spirit rushing toward him.
Scathach lifted her gaze, her voice gradually turning cold, "Though your provocation is a bit too obvious… you've succeeded."
As the Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scathach had challenged countless powerful beings in the past, and without exception, she had always emerged victorious.
Now, how could she possibly fear a mere White Dragon?
In her hand, a crimson spear like a rose quietly formed.
Alvin watched her calmly, without making any move.
Scathach was briefly stunned, then smiled with interest, "Looks like I've really been underestimated."
In the next instant, a fierce killing intent burst from her eyes, "White Dragon, you'll pay for your arrogance!"
Her figure vanished from the training ground in an instant.
With a sharp whoosh, she leapt high into the air and thrust the Gae Bolg down at Alvin from above.
Alvin still stood where he was, until he slowly raised his head.
He took a deep breath, speaking each word clearly.
"Imaginary Materialization!"
In that instant, the scenery of the training ground quietly transformed into the inner world he had imagined.
A vast, white world.
There was nothing to be seen around them, as if they were standing within clouds.
Scathach's gaze swept across the surroundings. Her eyes carried a strange glimmer as she curiously examined the unfamiliar environment.
From the moment she infiltrated the palace and found Alvin until now, less than an hour had actually passed.
The last time she saw the White Dragon was near the Tower of Radiance. At that time, Alvin had suppressed the deity within the Holy Lance, and that was precisely what caught her attention.
From then on, she developed a strong interest in this boy, even taking the initiative to test his strength.
However… even she hadn't expected him to possess such a unique magecraft.
'Is this… a Reality Marble?'
The thought had just flashed through her mind when she quickly shook her head and rejected the idea.
She raised her head and looked forward. The boy, dressed in black robes and wearing a white mask, floated opposite her, quietly observing her.
"What exactly is this?"
Scathach asked.
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