The Clock Tower was located in London, England.
While its campus wasn't particularly large, every student was provided with their own dormitory.
With a second guest in his roughly forty-square-ter room, it didn't feel crowded at all.
But... from the mont she arrived, Alvin had an inexplicable sense of unease.
Sothing's off... way off.
His relationship with Gray had been warming up significantly lately, but given this girl's personality, it didn't seem like she was the type to proactively visit his dorm.
Could there be sothing urgent...?
With this thought, Alvin's gaze instinctively settled on the silver-haired girl before him.
She wore a black cloak, her smooth silver hair tucked beneath a hood.
Although her clothes were quite simple, her fair and delicate face was particularly bright and charming under the light.
Beneath the cloak was the academy's uniform skirt, accentuating her slender, graceful figure.
It reminded Alvin of the first ti he t Gray in her hotown.
At that ti, she lived in a village of hereditary "gravekeepers," .
Her dress and style were extrely low-key, and the girl looked at strangers with an extrely timid look.
Compared to then, she was doing much better now.
After entering the room, the girl remained silent, keeping her head lowered, her hands resting on her knees, the atmosphere tinged with awkwardness.
"Is sothing up, Gray?"
Alvin cleared his throat, breaking the silence.
Gray lifted her eyes, her gray pupils lingering on the boy for a mont before she said softly.
"When did you et Miss Sajyou? You never ntioned her before..."
As expected, she ca for this... Alvin thought, unsurprised.
His heart held a mix of caution and relief.
Gray was the kind of girl who appeared soft and delicate but could be resolute when it mattered.
Girls like her often sparked a teasing urge in others... but even if you upset her, she wouldn't stay upset for long.
Beneath her fragile exterior was an incredibly resilient heart.
Manaka Sajyou's behavior today made it clear that she and Alvin shared a close bond.
If Gray hadn't co to confront him, Alvin would have been more worried, worried that the system's ntion of a "dark room" might involve her.
After all, a strong personality ant she might bottle things up.
That might not matter at first, but over ti, it could lead to so serious dark tendencies.
But if they cleared things up now... at least it could prevent a potential "Shura field" in the future.
With this in mind, Alvin gathered his thoughts and said softly. "It all started when Professor Kayneth went to Fuyuki for the Holy Grail War..."
"The Holy Grail War...?"
Gray paused, clearly taken aback.
"I've heard about the Holy Grail War. Professor Kayneth went to Fuyuki this ti for that, didn't he?"
Alvin nodded. "I t... Miss Sajyou in Fuyuki. That's when we really got to know each other."
"I rember she was very hostile toward you at first..."
Gray said softly.
Back at the Tower of Radiance, Manaka Sajyou and Alvin had clashed, and at the ti, the girl seed intent on killing him.
Yet now... their interactions in the classroom today didn't look like those of re friends.
"There was indeed a misunderstanding between us at first, but it was cleared up during the Holy Grail War."
Alvin explained.
Gray fell silent for a mont before looking up at him, her voice still soft and delicate. "She seems to like you a lot."
"Well, a lot happened in Fuyuki over those few days..."
Alvin said.
"Not just Miss Sajyou, right? ...Princess Morgan and King Arthur also seem quite close to you."
Gray looked at Alvin, adding casually: "Actually, after we left the Tower of Radiance, I already guessed your identity."
Possessing the White Dragon's Core and able to fight toe-to-toe with the divine remnant in the holy lance...
No matter how you looked at it, he could only be the true White Dragon.
Alvin wasn't surprised that she had figured this out.
What truly surprised him was that, despite knowing everything, she had never asked him about it.
...Because she didn't care?
No, rather than not caring, it was more likely due to her kind and considerate nature.
'She's practically wife material...'
Alvin thought with a silent sigh.
"Do you prefer Princess Morgan or King Arthur?"
Gray's soft, delicate question pulled Alvin back from his thoughts.
He didn't answer.
The hell..he would answer.
Can anyone choose between Artoria and Morgan?
Alvin couldn't, after all, he liked both, so, he paused for a mont before his gaze softened, looking at the girl's delicate, fair face. "The person I like... has always been right in front of ."
Who in their right mind would tell a girl who has feelings for them that they prefer soone else?
That's just pure low emotional intelligence.
With the CG system in play, even if only to unlock new CG scenes, Alvin's answer would definitely be Gray.
"You an... it's neither Princess Morgan nor King Arthur, but ?"
Alvin had expected his words to elicit a look of delighted surprise from the girl.
But for so reason, after he spoke, he clearly saw a visible trace of regret in the silver-haired girl's eyes, the light in her gaze dimming slightly.
"...Gray?"
Alvin instinctively called out.
The girl remained silent, but before he could react, she suddenly placed a hand gently on his thigh.
Before he could say anything, she slowly leaned closer, until their faces were re inches apart.
Faintly, he could sll a sweet, delicate fragrance, and feel the warm breath brushing against his face.
Suddenly, she pushed Alvin down onto the bed with force, her knees pinning his hands to either side as she knelt over him.
At so point, the cold, delicate deanor on her face had vanished completely, replaced by an imperious, queen-like aura, as if she were looking down at an insect.
Her gaze, as it studied him, was filled with icy amusent.
Alvin froze, staring in shock at the silver-haired girl before him.
While he was still in a dazed state of "who am I, where am I, what's happening," the silver-haired girl spoke softly, her tone laced with deep regret. "What a pity, Alvin."
"I thought you would choose ..."
But the person I chose was you... Alvin opened his mouth to speak, but then he saw the silver-haired girl slowly lean down.
She brought her vibrant, alluring lips close to his ear, her breath warm and teasing as she whispered. "You still don't recognize , Alvin?"
"..."
In that mont, Alvin's mind kicked into overdrive.
From returning to the Clock Tower and seeing Manaka Sajyou, to encountering Gray and their conversations, every scene flashed rapidly through his mind.
Finally, he recalled the system's recent prompt.
Alvin's eyes widened abruptly, his mind trembling, his gaze turning blank.
"...Sister Morgan?!"
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