Morgan curled her lip and immediately poured cold water on her enthusiasm, "Don't get ahead of yourself. That was just the most basic magecraft. I didn't expect modern magi to have fallen this far."
The little girl pursed her lips, clearly unhappy.
Even though she really wanted to argue back, having personally seen what this woman's Age of Gods magecraft looked like not long ago, and having heard of her reputation, Rin Tohsaka ultimately couldn't bring herself to retort and could only stay quiet.
"You're just as sharp-tongued as ever, Sis."
At that moment, a gentle boy's voice suddenly came from not far away.
Hearing that familiar voice, Rin's eyes lit up almost instantly, and she turned her head to look behind her.
Morgan also looked over. When she saw the boy, her usually cold eyes seemed to soften a little.
Then, she immediately returned to her earlier aloof demeanor, glanced at him with disdain, and said lightly, "Don't talk about me… when it comes to magecraft, you're probably not even as good as the child you asked me to teach."
For an arrogant witch like Morgan, if it weren't for Alvin, she would never have agreed to teach someone in the first place. That was also why, no matter what she said to Rin, the little girl could endure it.
After all… this was an extremely rare learning opportunity. In the future, whether in Fuyuki or the top magic academies around the world, it would be hard to find a mage from the Age of Gods like her.
"I'll pass… I'm not good at this. No matter how much I study, it won't help."
Alvin shook his head with a smile.
Whether it was a matter of everyone having clear strengths and weaknesses or not, Alvin truly wasn't good at magecraft. But in exchange, his physical body had reached an almost monstrous level.
As a White Dragon of the Age of Gods, unless it was powerful magecraft from the same era, it wouldn't even be enough to scratch him.
Alvin quickly turned his gaze to the little girl nearby and said gently, "Rin, how's your learning going?"
"Mm… m-mostly okay, I guess. Not bad."
As Rin spoke, she carefully glanced at Morgan again. Seeing that she didn't say anything, she finally straightened her small chest proudly.
Although Morgan would privately complain that Rin's talent was average, those who knew her well understood that she was naturally sharp-tongued and a bit of a tsundere… combined with her high standards, it was normal for her to be picky.
But at her core, she still more or less acknowledged Rin Tohsaka's talent in magecraft.
"That's good. Before the Age of Gods ends, learn as much magecraft as you can… it'll come in handy someday."
Alvin reached out and patted the little girl's head, his tone steady as always.
Rin lowered her head and said nothing, letting the boy stroke her smooth hair as if petting a kitten. After spending this time together, she realized the White Dragon didn't seem as brutal and ferocious as the outside world claimed. If anything… he was the kind of person who was very easy to get along with.
If it were now… she felt like she could somewhat understand Sakura's thoughts.
After the three of them chatted in the garden for a while, Morgan seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "Rin, stay here and practice on your own for a bit."
After speaking, she glanced at the boy, "Alvin, come with me."
"I have something to give you."
"What is it that's so mysterious?"
Alvin couldn't help asking out of curiosity.
"You'll know when you come."
Morgan didn't explain and took the lead in leaving. Alvin followed behind her.
He wasn't sure what it was, but for his sister to be this serious, it was probably something extremely special.
'What could it be?'
Even though his mind was full of questions, Alvin still followed Morgan out of the garden.
Before he knew it, they passed through a small path and several palace buildings, soon arriving at a lake.
A thin white mist hovered over the water. When Alvin looked up, he could only vaguely make out Morgan's figure, her full chest and curving hips accentuating her rich and beautiful silhouette to the fullest.
The two arrived at the lakeshore. Morgan stopped, lifted her skirt slightly, and sat down by the water.
"Why did you call me here, Sis?"
Alvin couldn't help asking.
"Come sit here first."
Morgan didn't answer, only gestured lightly.
Alvin quietly walked over and sat beside her, stealing a glance at her again.
The slightly damp air carried a faint, refreshing fragrance. The veiled woman let her platinum-blonde hair fall freely, her luxurious dress trailing along the ground like a blooming flower.
Her figure was graceful, the ribbon at her waist outlining a slim waist that could be grasped in one hand. Her proportions were perfect, her proud chest pushing against the fabric, faintly revealing a hint of fair skin.
A woman like this didn't even need her face to be considered stunning.
Alvin couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing the thin veil covering Morgan's face, giving it a gentle tug.
Under the hazy mist, a face of breathtaking beauty came into view.
It was almost identical to Artoria's, but while Artoria carried a more heroic air, Morgan gave off a cold, untouchable elegance. Yet her witch-like, alluring figure stirred the imagination, drawing people in without resistance.
She sat sideways on the grass by the lake, her fair and full legs partially visible. Her soft, pale feet were painted with glossy nail polish, like rare jade at a glance, making one want to hold them in their hands and feel their warmth.
"So beautiful."
Suddenly having her veil pulled off, Morgan had just raised her head to glare at him when she heard his unfiltered praise.
The irritation that had risen in her chest scattered at once. Her pupils shrank slightly, and a faint blush quickly appeared on her clear, beautiful face.
Usually, the cool and distant Morgan was beautiful but felt out of reach. When she was shy, though, she seemed more real… honestly, she was even cuter like this.
Alvin admired her stunning appearance and couldn't help but praise her inwardly.
No wonder Morgan le Fay had been called a 'witch' by the nobles. It wasn't just her personality… her figure and presence were just as alluring. Even knowing she was a thorny rose, one couldn't help being drawn to her.
Sensing Alvin's fixed gaze, Morgan quietly took a breath to steady herself.
Then, a look of disdain appeared on her face as she glanced at him, "How boring… that kind of line would only fool girls with no romantic experience."
'The problem is, your reaction doesn't look like someone with much experience either,' Alvin smiled faintly and reached out to take Morgan's hand.
"You—"
Morgan glared at him in embarrassment and instinctively tried to shake his hand off.
"Still as tsundere as ever, Sis."
Alvin said with a smile.
With his other hand, he reached toward her calf, sliding down before lightly poking the sole of her foot.
"Mm!"
Morgan's body trembled slightly, and a soft, pleasant sound slipped from her lips. Her eyes immediately grew a little moist.
She shot him a glare, but with her flushed face, no matter how threatening she tried to look, it had no real force behind it.
Alvin paid no attention and removed one of her high heels.
Her bare foot was as pale as snow, and under the mist, faint droplets seemed to cling to her skin.
"Are you looking to die? There's no one around here, later I'll just sink you straight to the bottom of the lake!"
Morgan was both embarrassed and annoyed.
If it were anyone else, their head would probably already be separated from their body… but for some reason, she had no way to deal with Alvin and could only threaten him verbally.
Alvin, however, remained completely unmoved.
Among the women he knew, each had their own distinct traits, but Alvin believed he could recognize someone just by their legs.
If Artoria lived in modern times, she would probably have the build of a gym beauty.
As for Morgan le Fay… she felt softer, her skin slightly paler than Artoria's, and touching her was like touching cool jade.
"Wait… don't force me to use force."
The arrogance from earlier seemed to soften, and there was a trace of pleading in her voice.
Thinking back to how merciless Morgan's sharp tongue usually was, Alvin suddenly had an interesting idea and tested it, "If you beg me, I might consider letting go."
"Beg you? Did you forget who I am?"
Morgan seemed to hear a ridiculous joke, a cold smile appearing on her lips.
She was the 'Lord of the Island' of Britain, the witch feared by nobles… and he wanted her to beg?
How amusing, just as the thought flashed through her mind, her body suddenly tensed. At some point, Alvin's hands had already moved to her waist.
Morgan's body was incredibly soft. Even through her dress, the elasticity of her skin was still clear.
"You…"
Morgan glared at him, embarrassed.
Seeing he remained unmoved, she bit her lower lip lightly, lowered her head, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "P-please…"
Only then did Alvin smile in satisfaction and let go of her.
Morgan shot him a glare, gritting her teeth, "If I'd known, I wouldn't have brought you here, I shouldn't have kept that thing for you."
Alvin looked curious, "What exactly are you talking about?"
Morgan gave him a cold look and snorted.
But in the end, she raised her right hand and snapped her fingers into the air.
A wave of mana spread out from Morgan, and ripples appeared on the distant surface of the lake.
Alvin's gaze sharpened slightly as he stared at the rippling water.
He could vaguely sense that beneath the lake… something was slowly emerging.
Buzz!
At that moment, a brilliant golden light suddenly shone from the depths of the lake.
Alvin looked closely, then quickly turned to Morgan with shock in his eyes, "Could this be…"
"The Distant Utopia."
Morgan adjusted her slightly disheveled dress, her voice carrying a faint, lingering softness, "You can also call it Avalon."
"Of course, it has another name."
She looked at Alvin and said quietly, "The sheath of the holy sword."
'The sheath of the holy sword?'
Alvin's gaze instinctively shifted forward.
As the sheath symbolizing 'Avalon' slowly emerged from the lake's surface, its dazzling golden light seemed to disperse the mist by the shore.
Looking closely, Alvin could clearly see the intricate and profound golden patterns woven across the sheath, sacred and mysterious.
The Distant Utopia (Avalon)!
It was the sheath of the Sword of Promised Victory. Its holder could rapidly heal from any injury, and even the body's aging would stop because of it.
Alvin was very familiar with this item. Back when he played this game, he had personally witnessed the terrifying power of the 'sheath.'
An almost unsolvable healing ability, the power to block all physical damage, and even an absolute defense that the Five True Magics could not penetrate… this was the holy sword's 'sheath.'
However…
"Why is the sheath with you?"
Alvin subconsciously looked at Morgan, disbelief in his voice.
"Before I left back then, the sheath was already in my possession."
Morgan said, and proceeded to explain a hidden piece of the past.
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