The banquet hall had fallen into an eerie silence.
rlin was smiling awkwardly.
The mbers of the Knights of the Round Table wore subtle expressions.
After a mont of stunned stillness, Mordred finally began to grow visibly angry.
"r—lin——!!"
"Calm down! I didn't do it on purpose — soone tampered with the spell behind the scenes! Don't worry, I'll definitely bring Alvin back."
Facing the furious Mordred, rlin belatedly ca to his senses and hurriedly smiled to defuse the awkwardness.
At the sa ti, the white-haired mage was inwardly panicking, he was now desperate to escape this ssy situation.
But two imnse and terrifying auras instantly locked onto him.
Morgan and Artoria's gazes were unexpectedly aligned at this mont, both were staring at rlin with eyes as cold as ice, brimming with murderous intent.
"Where did he go?"
Soon, Artoria spoke.
Although her tone remained calm, one could hear her voice trembling slightly.
If this weren't the middle of a banquet, and if rlin weren't still sowhat useful, the Holy Sword might already have been swung at him.
Morgan remained silent, but her gaze was just as cold.
The slightest sign of rlin trying to flee would prompt her to strike instantly.
rlin scratched his head and gave a sheepish laugh, "Sorry, I don't know either… But rest assured! I will retrieve him as soon as possible."
"I didn't intend to send him to the Imaginary Number World — this was just a small… mistake?"
A small mistake?
The distance between the Imaginary Number World and Avalon was at least a hundred thousand miles apart, wasn't it?
No, the Imaginary Number World existed on the reverse side of the world… Could the court mage really be this unreliable?
At that mont, it wasn't just the people of Britain, even the banquet guests who overheard this were struggling to keep a straight face.
But soon, their thoughts began to churn.
Tonight, if Morgan and Artoria inviting Alvin to dance was due to their personal sibling rivalry… then why had rlin deliberately co to the banquet, just to send a young man away?
Was it rely to prevent the two sisters from escalating their conflict, to first remove the source of tension?
Or… was this also part of rlin's plan?
Among all the guests present, the ones paying the most attention were undoubtedly the Lords of the Clock Tower.
Kayneth looked at the white-haired mage who was currently smiling apologetically, and couldn't help but snort coldly, "Was this guy really not doing it on purpose?"
Although rlin had maintained a careless, flippant attitude ever since appearing, Kayneth had never underestimated him.
On the contrary, he had a certain understanding of this white-haired mage.
rlin, Court Mage of Britain, and also one of the candidates for the title of Grand Caster…
Moreover, his Clairvoyance could not only observe the present, but also by exploiting certain "glitches" — observe both the past and the future.
…As long as rlin was inside Avalon.
A white-haired mage who was supposed to have everything under control, how could he possibly make such a mistake?
More importantly, why did he intend to send Alvin into Avalon to begin with?
"You best bring him back to Britain within three days." At this mont, Morgan's cold voice rang out, carrying with it a strong undercurrent of anger and killing intent.
One had to admit — she was terrifyingly calm.
After realizing the fact that Alvin had vanished, Morgan's first instinct was not to kill rlin, but to think of how to recover Alvin as quickly as possible.
Artoria likewise steadied her emotions as she turned and looked toward the guests at the banquet, and said:
"I do not know how many of you here are transmigrators, but everyone present tonight is a guest of Britain.
The purpose of this banquet was originally to provide a space where everyone could communicate and understand each other."
"So even if there is no future cooperation, after tonight, I still hope you will consider yourselves friends of Britain."
Upon hearing these words, the guests all quickly reacted, and promptly began responding aloud.
If there's a chance to cooperate with Britain in the future, it would be our honor."
"In fact, just seeing King Arthur and Her Highness Morgan together today is already quite delightful."
However, at the sa ti, so sharp-minded guests were also faintly sensing sothing unusual.
Though they didn't fully understand what was going on, judging by the current situation… King Arthur and Morgan le Fay seed to hold that boy nad Alvin in very high regard.
If he had truly gained the favor of these two, he might be a very valuable person to befriend.
Of course… that was assuming he could still make it back.
After realizing this, Eulyphis's gloomy eyes flickered slightly. Leaning on his cane, he glanced, seemingly casually, at Kayneth, and said slowly:
"You really do have a good student, Kayneth."
If Alvin truly possessed so special quality that had drawn the favor of Morgan and King Arthur, then even through Alvin's association with Kayneth, the Clock Tower would surely reap great benefits in the future.
"But now he may be in the Imaginary Number World…" Kayneth spoke calmly, though a trace of worry flickered in his eyes.
"Don't worry. That world has no life, no sky, no earth… as long as the ti for his return arrives, I believe he should be able to co back to the Clock Tower."
Eulyphis said slowly:
"Besides — don't forget, this is Ancient Britain… they'll have their ways."
You could say rlin was unreliable, but you could not say he was weak.
As long as rlin was still here, Eulyphis firmly believed they would surely retrieve Alvin.
"Perhaps… it might truly be worth considering the engagent between Reines and this child," the old man added after a mont of thought.
If they could fully bind Alvin to the El-lloi family, then in the future, the El-lloi family, and by extension Eulyphis's own family, might be able to leap into the top three families of the Clock Tower.
Kayneth remained silent.
He knew that Alvin and Reines had always had a sowhat close relationship, but it certainly hadn't yet reached the level of lovers.
"Young people should decide such things for themselves… Besides, the most important matter now is to first find Alvin."
After giving a couple of polite replies, Kayneth's gaze instinctively fell on the ominous patch of black mud on the floor.
Very soon, he frowned deeply.
Why did this black mud feel so… strange?
There seed to be an indescribable "mystery" hidden within the black mud and anyone who touched it would likely suffer a ntal impact.
Just as Kayneth was thinking this, the black mud seed to respond to so kind of suction and swiftly disappeared into the air.
It had been absorbed!
Realizing this, Kayneth quickly looked over.
Morgan had closed her eyes gently.
At her feet, the black mud, as if summoned, silently flowed into her body like a stream of water.
Kayneth was startled and discreetly observed the woman, soon, he realized what it was.
This was… Index Magic?
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Imaginary Number World.
Alvin's pupils were filled with uncertainty and alarm as he looked at the vast, slumbering woman before him.
He had long known that transmigrators were not limited to mages alone… but seeing such a massive Beast appear before him still left Alvin sowhat stunned.
"Tiamat"… how did she transmigrate?
Beast II, one of the Seven Evils of Humanity, a Beast embodying the principle of "Return", this was the identity of the sleeping woman before him.
Her full na was Tiamat, the Primordial Mother Goddess of sopotamian mythology.
Even after her transmigration, she had remained in the Imaginary Number World, continuing her long slumber.
'I didn't expect that Tiamat would be one of the transmigrators too…'
While Alvin was still feeling deeply shaken, another thought quickly flashed through his mind.
Why would rlin send to a place like the Imaginary Number World?
Though filled with astonishnt, Alvin maintained a "since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it" attitude.
As he watched the Primordial Mother Goddess, who seed to uphold the heavens and earth at the end of the black mud, he cautiously continued moving forward.
As he drew closer, the Chaos Tide, the black mud, surged wildly. Waves of powerful resistance struck him, as though trying to prevent him from approaching.
At the sa ti, within this Chaos Tide, so mysterious force seed to be gradually eroding his body, and even his mind bit by bit.
The Chaos Tide emitted by Tiamat would corrode any living creature that approached, turning them into one of Tiamat's children, stripping them of their reason.
However, this particular authority clearly had no effect on Alvin, because the Body of the Demon Dragon was unaffected by the Chaos Tide.
"Beasts truly are special, especially a Beast of Tiamat's level.
For her, the Beast Saint Graph is probably more of a constraint than a power."
In Alvin's understanding, every entity that beca a Beast possessed trendously broken power…
Yet for an existence of Primordial Goddess level like Tiamat, the Beast's authority actually served only to limit her.
It wasn't hard to imagine, if she descended in her full Primordial Mother Goddess form… just how terrifying her power would be.
As Alvin continued forward, he finally reached the edge of the Chaos Tide.
"This is way too big…"
Looking up at the Primordial Mother Goddess who seed to tower between heaven and earth, Alvin couldn't help but exclaim in awe.
Very soon, another thought struck him, and his heart instantly tightened.
Judging by the situation, it seed that Tiamat was unable to control the growth of the Chaos Tide beneath her feet.
If she were to awaken and step onto the land of Britain…
At this thought, Alvin imdiately reached a conclusion:
— No matter what, Tiamat must not be allowed to approach Britain!
Fortunately, even after transmigrating, she remained in a deep slumber.
Otherwise… just imagining Tiamat stepping into Britain sent chills down Alvin's spine.
While he was still thinking through all this, before he knew it, he had already stepped into the very deepest part of the Chaos Tide.
What surprised Alvin was this: clearly, the path he had followed had been completely covered by the Chaos Tide, yet here, in the deepest part, there wasn't a single trace of black mud remaining… it was almost like an otherworldly paradise, much like Avalon.
At that mont, Alvin suddenly heard a sound by his ear, a siren-like singing voice, filled with beauty and temptation, echoing like it ca from the sea.
Alvin's gaze flickered, and he fixed his eyes on the far end of the path ahead.
There, a faint soft golden light seed to spread, filled with a holy and gentle aura.
The voice just now was coming from that light!
The singing seed capable of influencing the will. Alvin took a deep breath and steadied himself.
Looking up carefully, he saw that within the light, there appeared to be a woman with her hands clasped in prayer before her chest, singing.
Her aura was suprely gentle, radiating a maternal glow that seed capable of embracing all.
Yet even at this distance, Alvin could still feel the unimaginably terrifying aura she emitted.
As Alvin got closer and closer, the song grew clearer, and the woman's graceful figure ca fully into view.
Suddenly, the song took on a deeper tone, growing tinged with sorrow.
Alvin's heart shuddered.
Staring at this woman, his thoughts seed to shift with the song, for a mont, countless fragnted images flashed through his mind.
The betrayal of the gods…
Creating the Eleven Magical Beasts and battling them with her children…
Afterward creating countless random lifeforms…
Establishing the Earth's environnt and ecosystem balance…
Then once again being betrayed, banished to the Imaginary Number World, and ultimately becoming a Beast that all feared and hated.
…This must be what Tiamat had experienced in the past?
No — this song is strange.
It seems to be affecting my mind…
Alvin secretly bit the tip of his tongue as the slight sting gradually helped him regain his composure.
When he raised his head once more to look at the woman ahead, his eyes now carried a hint of wariness and reverence.
Judging by the scene, this woman before him should be either Tiamat's spiritual body or an entity ford from condensed ntal energy?
Even a re spiritual body could influence his emotions through its song alone…
No — I am Britain's White Dragon! I can't allow myself to falter so easily…
Alvin steadied his emotions again and looked once more toward the figure of Tiamat's spiritual body.
This Primordial Mother Goddess exuded an angelic delicacy combined with an all-encompassing maternal radiance.
Her figure was also highly alluring, and even in this spiritual state, she was very, very large… in every sense of the word.
Although he had seen what Tiamat looked like in the ga before, seeing her in reality still left Alvin a bit surprised.
It wasn't like so other versions of her where she was barren at the chest, quite the opposite.
Those astonishingly full and round fruits on her chest, radiated an unimaginable softness and elasticity.
Tiamat's body radiated an overwhelming maternal beauty and sensuality.
Only a few strips of cloth ford from magical energy barely covered her figure.
In the soft glow, her fair, delicate waist and graceful, slender legs were faintly visible.
Her nearly flawless, seductive proportions seed to effortlessly display her mature sexiness at every mont.
'I never imagined there could be a woman this… "huge"… in this world.'
After sneaking a few glances, the reverence Alvin had just built up instantly vanished.
At this mont, the singing gradually ca to a stop.
Tiamat, as if sensing sothing, turned to look toward him.
Alvin, having just adjusted his mindset, raised his head and was about to speak.
But then, he saw the woman tilt her head slightly, looking at him in confusion.
"Aaa?"
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