A Bodhisattva...?
Hearing Artoria's words, Alvin's first reaction was astonishnt.
After all, this was ancient Britain, so, logically, these people shouldn't understand or have any concept of faith.
Unless... soone was proselytizing to them!
After a brief mont of thought, Alvin imdiately ca to a conclusion: A transmigrator!
But to establish a small church on the day of arrival, this person must have so skills... at least in being a charlatan.
He pondered before saying.
"How about I go check it out?"
Sending the palace's Knights of the Round Table to investigate might alert the target.
But Alvin was different, after all, he was a native of ancient Britain yet also a "transmigrator," and his youthful appearance was quite deceptive...at least his looks were harmless enough.
Artoria raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the boy carefully before frowning. "Better not. If sothing happens..."
"You think I'd be in danger?"
Alvin asked back with a smile.
In the modern world, due to the decline in ambient mana, the White Dragon couldn't exert full power...
But in this era, even at the end of the Age of Gods, the White Dragon possessed absolute top-tier strength.
"Don't worry. If there's real danger, I can escape."
Seeming to sense Artoria's hesitation, Alvin said gently. "Since I'm your aide now, I want to help you to so extent."
"Alvin, I know you're confident in yourself... but this era is different from the past."
Artoria gazed into Alvin's eyes, her tone unusually serious.
She was worried that he might be too careless and suffer a loss.
In ancient Britain, those who could rival the White Dragon were few and far between.
King Arthur, Morgan, rlin... at most, add Lancelot.
But—
This wasn't ordinary tis in Britain.
Now, the world was filled with nurous transmigrators, including even Beasts...
Factoring them in, the potential dangers in this era were far too many.
After all, if even Tiamat could beco a transmigrator, who knew if other Beasts had done the sa, lurking in the shadows plotting sothing.
Not every Beast was as innocently sweet as that creation mother goddess... who only thought about eating and her children all day.
Most Beasts weren't outright evil, but at least they'd bring trouble to this era and humanity.
Alvin clearly understood what Artoria was worried about, smiling.
"You're afraid another Beast has appeared in the royal city?"
Artoria neither confird nor denied, nodding lightly. "If you encounter a Beast... do you have a chance of winning?"
"Hard to say. Depends on the Beast."
Alvin pondered for a mont before speaking. "If it's on Tiamat's level... no one stands a chance."
There was no exaggeration in this.
After all, that was Tiamat.
Among the Beasts Alvin knew, the most troubleso and terrifying was that woman who looked utterly clueless and easy to fool.
If Tiamat truly darkened, no one in the world could stop her...
Alvin had always believed that.
Artoria wore a thoughtful expression.
Alvin tily stayed silent, giving her ti to think.
His words were also a reminder to Artoria: No matter what, ensure Tiamat's "safety" at least don't let anyone disturb her peace.
After a brief contemplation, Artoria broke the silence
"Against other Beasts, are you confident you can win?"
"Depends on the situation... but in most cases, I'd win."
Alvin flashed a confident smile.
Perhaps swayed by his certainty, Artoria finally nodded. "Be careful when you go."
Alvin nodded slightly, reassuring.
"This is the royal city. Even if there's an enemy, they wouldn't act openly...
Plus, I'm just investigating the small church you ntioned, not picking a fight."
After a brief exchange, he quickly exited the King's Hall and rode out of the palace on horseback.
The royal city now differed from the past; with the influx of transmigrators, it bustled with activity, new shops lining both sides of the streets.
"Apples, get your apples..."
Upon entering the city, Alvin looked left and right, faintly hearing the apple vendor's calls.
Amid the bustling crowd, he spotted many passersby ard with swords and blades.
When transmigrators first appeared, ancient Britain strictly regulated cold weapons, only palace personnel were allowed to carry them on the streets, with everyone else prohibited.
But after cooperation began, Artoria clearly understood that blocking was less effective than guiding, so restrictions were lifted for certain special groups.
—The rcenary groups that rose during the last transmigration.
"So transmigrators are probably treating this like a ga... In a while, who knows, an adventurers' guild or sothing might pop up..."
Alvin muttered inwardly.
His gaze swept the surroundings. Investigating a newly erged small church would be tough in his original era.
But in this age, the concept of a "church" didn't exist at all.
The ergence of such a new force ant rcenaries would surely have soone who knew the basics.
Starting the investigation from these rcenary groups was the right call...
That's what Alvin thought, but just then, he caught a gaze from the corner of his eye.
He imdiately followed it.
As the sun set, in the dim alley mouth, a woman in a nun's habit and white veil smiled at him, exuding an air of asceticism.
Her pale golden eyes seed filled with compassion for all beings, radiating a holy aura.
Yet beneath her skirt peeked a pair of sexy, fair long legs, white stockings outlining an alluring absolute territory that sparked imagination.
Her hands clasped before her, she approached with graceful steps, her gaze toward the young man full of gentleness.
Only then did Alvin notice that while she wore a nun's habit, her attire sohow differed from a normal nun's... and it gave an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if he'd seen it in a past life.
"You seem lost on life's path too, don't you? Poor child. If you don't mind, please co with ."
While Alvin was still dazed, he saw the woman extend her hand toward him.
"..."
The latter froze, staring straight at the woman before him.
Those golden eyes brimd with tender affection, but staring too long felt like peering into an abyss, with a mysterious sense that she could devour him at any mont.
Boom!
Suddenly, Alvin recalled sothing, his pupils contracting sharply.
Sessyoin... Kiara?!
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