What will happen when the countdown ends?
From the very first day he transmigrated, Alvin had been thinking about this question.
And now, he was still pondering the sa thing, but at this mont, there was sothing else he cared even more about.
Right now, a special personal interface appeared before Alvin.
Originally, he possessed four unique abilities.
But now, beneath those four special abilities, a new unique entry had appeared.
[The Witch's Love EX]
[You have received the all-consuming love of the "Isle's Sovereign," Morgan le Fay—so overwhelming that it overflows. She has bestowed upon you a unique protection: while within Britain, all damage dealt to you by any living being (including those native to Britain) is reduced by 30%.]
"Tsssss…"
Alvin couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, contributing his fair share to global warming.
'Rather than calling this the witch's blessing, wouldn't it be more accurate to say I've inherited the power boost of Morgan's Isle's Sovereign" Authority?'
The "Isle's Sovereign" was Morgan's exclusive Authority—one that allowed her to exert absolute control over all of Britain. Within its borders, she was effectively invincible.
He never thought he'd actually gain a similar power through this kind of thod.
Did Morgan willingly share this with ? Or did it unlock because her affection reached a point where it literally couldn't be contained?
While Alvin's mind was running wild with these chaotic thoughts, Morgan was tightly hugging the boy's head, pressing his face firmly into her chest, allowing him to fully enjoy the warmth of their long-awaited reunion... as well as the illicit thrill of it all.
Though she had always harbored a twisted hatred for her sister, Artoria, Morgan was, in her own way, a distorted "king-connoisseur."
And now, she had brought her sister's husband into her bed, and inside her sister's own chamber, no less... Just the thought of it sent a shiver of perverse delight through her, making her arms tighten even more possessively around Alvin.
"Morgan… a little looser… I can't breathe…"
Feeling the shaless and oppressive softness pressing against his face, Alvin called out in a mix of pain and joy
Trapped between the overwhelming pressure of her generous, shaless bosom and the intoxicating scent of her skin, Alvin's voice ca out muffled, equal parts suffering and bliss.
"If the White Dragon dies from sothing as trivial as suffocation, then you were simply too weak to begin with."
Feeling the boy's gradually quickening breath in her arms, Morgan's body beca slightly hot, and a srizing blush appeared on her face as she lowered her head and gazed at the boy.
Her once cold and proud eyes softened into a hazy daze, and the corners of her mouth curled into an alluring smile: "Lily isn't in the palace anymore, so no one will stop us now."
"So just stay with a little longer, Alvin~"
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Half an hour later.
Alvin held the witch in his arms, savoring the warmth that ca after their magical exchange.
But as he looked down at the beauty in his embrace, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disorientation.
What had just happened on the bed felt almost like a beautiful dream.
But Alvin knew clearly that this wasn't a dream.
He had experienced firsthand just how sexy this supre beauty's body was, how fair and delicate her skin was, like it would break with a breath, and how tigh..cough...even the difference between her and Artoria.
'I actually ended up sleeping the twin flowers of Britain after crossing over, and the elder and younger sisters both slept in the sa bedroom… Even now, rembering what had just happened, Alvin felt like he was dreaming.
"Have you stared enough?"
Morgan glared at the boy.
At this mont, her eyes were no longer as gentle and affectionate as at the beginning. Instead, they were filled with contempt, as if she usually looked at a bug.
'That's the royal sister I know—turning cold right after the deed... Alvin couldn't help but mutter to himself as his eyes subtly glanced at Morgan's full and straight chest inconspicuously.
"I recall Lily's bedroom has a basent… want to go down there and rest for a few days?" Morgan said with a teasing smile.
"Rest, then." Alvin looked away from her and silently held her in his arms.
A long while later, Morgan got up from the bed.
Black magic wrapped around her delicate body as if it had taken physical form.
She walked gracefully to the window, her skirt floating lightly with each step, her figure elegant and enchanting.
Morgan lifted her head and gazed out toward a certain direction beyond the royal palace.
Buzz!
Faintly, so sort of special magical fluctuation entered her perception.
In her 'Isle Power' form, Morgan le Fay's sensory abilities had reached an extraordinary level.
Even the slightest movent of wind or grass, she could detect if she wished.
And now, she clearly felt a profound magical presence approaching from the direction of the royal city gates.
Alvin sensed it too, not just Morgan.
Though he wasn't the 'Master of the Isle', he had obtained the corresponding authority through Morgan.
"Looks like you sensed it too?"
Morgan didn't turn around; her voice was pleasant and lodic.
Alvin lightly responded with a "Mm," and said: "I'm not sure who it is, but this magic is very special."
"Of course it's special."
Morgan narrowed her eyes slightly and softly said, "This should be a magician associated with the Calamity of the Root."
That one simple sentence caused Alvin's expression to change dramatically.
!!!
A tidal wave surged in his heart as his eyes widened and he looked up in disbelief at the stunning witch before him.
Associated with the Calamity of the Root?!
Ryougi Shiki?
Or perhaps... Sajo Ayaka?
Actually, from the first day he arrived in Britain, Alvin had considered this possibility.
If magis were the ones being sent over in this transmigration event, then even if extrely powerful ones appeared in Britain, it wouldn't be all that strange.
But even so, upon hearing Morgan's words, Alvin still couldn't help but be shaken inside.
"Good timing. I was getting bored with both Lily and rlin gone."
Morgan's voice was cold and elegant, no longer the gentle tone from before, it was as if she had once again beco the queen reigning over Britain.
"Looks like things won't be boring for a while."
Alvin kept silent.
Boring or not, he didn't know, but barring any accidents, after this return, the Clock Tower… no, all major magical societies were likely about to experience a major upheaval…
"I'll go prepare a potion. I'll co find you later." After talking for a bit, Morgan seed to rember sothing and suddenly spoke with a faint smile.
Alvin nodded slightly and watched Morgan walk out of the bedroom.
Then, he silently looked at the countdown that had appeared before his eyes.
3… 2… 1!
Suddenly, a flash of white light burst before his eyes!
In that instant, Alvin felt the whole world beco as bright as day!
There was no ti to react.
Ti seed to freeze, and the blinding white light completely engulfed him!
As if the entire world had vanished.
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Huff.
The afternoon breeze gently stirred the white curtains.
Outside the window stood a ginkgo tree; the wind moved its leaves, and the dappled shadows danced across the floor.
At the computer desk, Alvin slowly opened his eyes…
The slightly glaring screen light stung his eyes a little.
He sniffed, sat up from the chair, and glanced at the ti on the computer.
—Afternoon, 13:50.
From the mont he transmigrated to Britain to his return to the real world, not a single second had been wasted.
[32:59:59]
A string of flickering numbers popped up before his eyes.
This should be the countdown to the next ti he transmigrates to Britain...?
Just as Alvin was thinking this, a sudden tremor ca from sowhere in the building.
The Clock Tower alarm had sounded.
"All students are to gather at the cathedral imdiately."
"Repeating: all Clock Tower students are to gather at the cathedral imdiately!"
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The Mage's Association is a mutual aid organization for those who study magecraft as an academic discipline. Its structure consists of three major factions: the Clock Tower, the Atlas Institute, and the Wandering Sea.
Among them, the Clock Tower is considered the headquarters of the Mage's Association.
After nearly 2,000 years of evolution, even within the Clock Tower alone, the network of family factions has beco extrely intricate and complex.
It can be said that magi who gain entry into the Clock Tower are the elites among elites, and the families behind them are deeply rooted in magical tradition and well-versed in major events.
However, this ti, the students gathered in front of the cathedral wore uniformly serious expressions, quietly murmuring among themselves.
"The Clock Tower has rarely mobilized on this scale before, right? What the hell happened?"
"An external threat?" soone speculated.
"You guys still don't know? I heard that magi from all around the world have been transmigrating into the Age of Gods—specifically to ancient Britain… and quite a few people have already died there." A student who knew the truth lowered their voice as they spoke from within the crowd.
This statent instantly stirred those present.
"Britain—as in the one where King Arthur lived?!"
"How could people possibly transmigrate into ancient Britain? Are you joking?"
"He's not joking. I'm one of the transmigrators too... If I hadn't gotten lucky, I might already be in a vegetative state right now." Another transmigrator spoke up, his voice tinged with lingering fear.
In Britain, transmigrators who undergo 'soul transmigration', if they die there, their soul in the real world is also erased, leaving them brain-dead.
But those who 'body transmigrate', if they die, their corpse is brought back to the real world with them.
Upon hearing this, the discussion among the students grew louder, especially since the one who had spoken was a senior student.
And after he finished, several others stepped up to confirm what he had said, proving its authenticity.
"Ancient Britain! Just the sound of it is so alluring... If we could bring back so artifacts from that era, they might even be considered 'Holy Relics' in the future."
"Still dreaming about Holy Relics? Britain has issued a decree for an all-out manhunt for transmigrators. Just surviving in that era would already be a feat... I think this Clock Tower gathering is probably to inform us about that."
Soone among the crowd speculated.
Amidst all the discussions, a black-haired boy slipped quietly through the back door of the cathedral and walked straight over to sit beside a blonde-haired girl.
The mont Reines saw him, she let out a sigh laced with exasperation and grievance. "Alvin, where exactly did you disappear to during this whole transmigration period?"
She still rembered running into Alvin in the royal city.
But shortly after that, King Arthur showed up in person, and then Alvin vanished without a trace.
During that ti, Reines had even feared that this guy might have already...
Now that the noble girl saw Alvin lively and well before her, she let out a breath of relief, only for it to turn into a wave of noble-girl-style resentnt.
"A lot happened—it's a long story," Alvin said with a smile, trying to brush things off casually.
Reines rested her chin on her hand.
Her black-stockinged legs crossed gracefully beneath her skirt as she scrutinized the boy with suspicion before speaking.
"rlin said King Arthur was talking business with you... Did you go off with her afterward?"
"But I was at the palace the whole ti, and I never saw you..."
rlin even ntioned that...?
Alvin kept his expression unchanged and replied, "I did return to the palace with King Arthur... but my movents were sowhat restricted, so it wasn't convenient to et with you."
Artoria wanted to throw him in the dungeon on their first eting, and as for Morgan le Fay... well, there was no need to elaborate.
If Alvin hadn't strategized carefully and relied on brute strength to suppress the witch, he'd probably be stuck in the basent playing kinky gas with Morgan right now.
Reines didn't seem to suspect much. Her charming face took on a hint of concern.
"Originally, my brother had already worked out a deal with King Arthur... but now that Morgan has taken over, I suppose things are going to get complicated again."
The witch of Britain—Morgan le Fay.
In historical lore, she was always portrayed as a ruthless scher, unscrupulous and cold-blooded.
With Britain under her control... no matter how you look at it, things aren't likely to go well for the transmigrators.
As the two were talking, Alvin suddenly caught a faint, elegant scent wafting through the air.
He instinctively turned his head, only to see a gray-haired girl in a cloak quietly sit beside him, holding a lantern in her hand.
Although the cloak looked a bit bulky, from Alvin's angle he could still catch sight of her delicate and pure face.
Too similar... she looks exactly like a young Morgan... Alvin smiled and greeted her first: "Gray, you ca too?"
The girl looked up at Alvin and said softly, "It's really good to see you again, Alvin."
"That sounds like sothing happened to him," Reines quipped from the side, her voice tinged with light sarcasm.
Then, the girl quickly smiled and said, "But really… I'm glad I get to see you both again."
How dangerous ancient Britain truly was during the Age of Gods, only those who had been there could understand.
Even the Lords of the Clock Tower were at risk in that era, let alone re students like them.
Seeing that her friends were all safe and sound, Reines truly felt a wave of relief.
Alvin noticed what the blonde girl was thinking and couldn't help but joke, "Britain is pretty dangerous, but don't worry—I'll protect you all."
"Yeah, right. Just protecting yourself would already be impressive."
Reines rolled her eyes at the boy, resting her pale chin on her hand, before she lazily averted her gaze toward the high platform of the cathedral.
But the corners of her lips quietly curved into a faint smile.
Sotis, girls didn't need to hear grand declarations of love, just a sincere attitude... even a simple sentence could easily stir affection.
Of course, that only worked if there was already a foundation of feelings.
Also, if he was handso, that was definitely a bonus.
Gray glanced at her friend, then shifted her eyes back to Alvin as she leaned in slightly and whispered, "Alvin, are you one of the transmigrators too?"
Alvin thought for a mont, then leaned in to her ear and whispered,
"I am. You too?"
"Mhm~"
Perhaps due to the sensitivity of her earlobe or for so other reason, Gray gave a slight shiver, her head shrinking back on reflex.
Even her earlobes seed to flush red.
"Sorry... that was improper of ."
Soon, she seed to realize her reaction had been a bit much and quietly lowered her head, her voice small and ek.
But there was still a faint blush lingering on her face.
Seeing the girl like that, Alvin couldn't help but grin in amusent.
Even though she looked so much like Morgan, Gray's personality was the complete opposite of her.
She was pure and innocent like a blank page.
A girl like Gray naturally stirred people's protective instincts, and then... made them want to stain that blank page with their own colors.
Morgan, on the other hand... was the type to make people submit beneath her skirts.
Quite cute... Alvin brushed the back of his hand lightly, almost unintentionally, against Gray's soft and delicate hand.
At the mont of contact, her slender fra seed to stiffen slightly.
She didn't pull away.
That ans she doesn't completely dislike it... Alvin thought to himself, wondering if he could take it a step further, when suddenly, a strange cackling laugh rang out.
"Keh keh keh... Kid, your scent's all weird... Where've you been ssing around, huh?"
Alvin followed the voice, and his gaze soon landed on the lantern in Gray's hand.
Or rather, it wasn't a lantern, it was a cage. Inside was so kind of mysterious creature.
The mont it spoke, Gray snapped out of her daze and quickly lowered her voice. "Add, don't talk nonsense in here!"
Today's cathedral gathering was packed with people, if they caused a scene, it would definitely attract unnecessary trouble.
"But this kid's scent is seriously weird... I think I sll a witch," Add muttered.
Alvin glanced calmly at the lantern and said, "Is that a mystic code? One that can talk? That's pretty interesting."
Gray's cute face showed a hint of apology as she whispered,
"Sorry... he's always had bad manners. A bit sharp-tongued, but he's actually kind at heart."
No worries. No matter how sharp the tongue, it's nothing compared to Morgan... Alvin thought to himself.
While the two chatted, the cathedral's main doors were suddenly pushed open.
For a brief mont, the entire hall fell silent.
Because standing at the entrance of the cathedral, the Lords of various departnts began filing in one after another.
Of the twelve Lords of the Clock Tower... ten had arrived!
At the end of the procession, a woman with glasses and a gentle, refined deanor stepped in gracefully.
Hanging from her chest was an orange ornant.
Grand Caster—Aozaki Touko!
Alvin gazed thoughtfully at the woman.
...He hadn't expected her to show up too.
It seed the Clock Tower was taking this whole transmigration event very seriously...
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