A soul that should have been dead was now standing in front of him in broad daylight...?
At this moment, Agravain was no longer just shocked or stunned, no, he felt as if he had seen a ghost.
"Alvin?!"
Agravain's gaze fixed on the young man before him and after careful confirmation, the cold demeanor he had always maintained finally shattered.
"How is this possible... How can you still be alive?"
His voice carried a faint tremor.
After all, several years had passed since Alvin's death, and the Knights of the Round Table had long accepted his passing... Even the king had acknowledged that Alvin had left.
But now, this ghost that should have been gone was standing before him, alive and well.
If it weren't for the faint pulse of the White Dragon's heart in the other party's chest, Agravain might still be unable to believe this reality.
"A lot has happened in between, but in short, I'm just lucky to be alive."
Alvin smiled. "Before Gawain notices, let's keep this brief."
"Agravain, I need a favor from you."
Logically speaking, the Iron Knight Agravain would never go out of his way to help anyone.
In the past, many nobles had secretly tried to ask for his assistance, but all were flatly refused.
However, when faced with Alvin's request, Agravain's first reaction wasn't to refuse.
He quietly suppressed the many questions and thoughts in his mind and said in a low voice, "What do you want me to do?"
Hearing his words, Alvin looked in the direction where Gawain had led the team away. "I remember you just caught a girl, right?"
Agravain frowned. "We did capture a transmigrator... Why? Is she connected to you?"
"In a way, yes."
Alvin smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to do anything difficult. Just make sure she's treated well on the way back and doesn't get hurt."
"That's all?" Agravain asked.
"That's enough... After all, you can't just let her go," Alvin said.
Although he wasn't entirely sure what was happening in the Camelot Empire now, from what had just occurred, it seemed that Lily had ordered the capture of these 'outsiders' who had transmigrated to Camelot.
Even as a Knight of the Round Table, if Agravain were to release Gray without reason, he would probably have a hard time explaining himself when he returns.
After all, Gawain wouldn't agree to let her go either.
"If that's all, then it's no problem. I'll ensure her safety."
Agravain pondered for a moment before finally nodding and agreeing to Alvin's request.
"Thank you."
As he watched the young man smile and thank him sincerely, he couldn't help but frown slightly and say slowly, "Alvin, you know what I want to ask you, right?"
"I know, but now isn't the time."
Alvin patted Agravain's shoulder with a smile. "I'll be back soon... but not now."
"Once I return to the palace, I'll explain everything to you."
Hearing this answer, Agravain was clearly still unsatisfied, but he reluctantly nodded in the end.
After all, if he stayed here too long, Gawain would surely become suspicious... It was time to rejoin the group.
After watching Agravain leave, Alvin finally turned his gaze away and opened his personal status panel.
[Name: Alvin]
- Strength: B+
- Endurance: B
- Agility: C
- Magic: A+
- Luck: E
- Noble Phantasm: ███
- Magic Resistance: B
Having inherited the White Dragon's core, you have become a Phantasmal Species from the Age of Gods.
Magic of a lower rank is ineffective against you, and even grand-scale magic or large-scale rituals cannot harm you.
- [Riding: A+]
[The ability to ride mounts.
Those with this skill at rank A+ or higher can even ride Phantasmal Beasts and Divine Beasts, though riding dragon species requires additional abilities beyond Riding.]
-[White Dragon Core: A]
[After slaying the Vile King Vortigern, you gained his authority, obtaining a vast amount of magical energy comparable to the Red Dragon's heart (this rank can evolve through special means).]
- [Night Watchman: EX]
[You once swore to protect the glory of the Camelot Empire with your sword and blood. By releasing your magical energy, you can transform into a shadow, making it difficult even for Clairvoyance to detect your presence.]
- [Innate Charm: A]
[With the White Dragon's core, you possess an irresistibly alluring magical energy. Most Heroic Spirits cannot resist the sweetness of this power, and you naturally attract the affection of women.]
- [White Moonlight: EX]
[White moonlight is the most lethal existence in the world, and a deceased white moonlight is even more unsolvable. After your death, you became the white moonlight in the hearts of those who knew the truth. They naturally feel goodwill toward you, and when this goodwill reaches its peak, unexpected reversals may occur.]
Alvin looked at the words on the panel and fell into deep thought for a long time.
'From the description, it seems my stats can still evolve... but what does the description of [White Moonlight] mean?'
'I know Lily and the and the others' favorability towards me has reached the maximum level, after all, I worked hard to raise it, but what does it mean for a reversal to occur after reaching max affection?'
Looking at the description on his personal status panel, for some reason, Alvin suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and he shivered involuntarily.
Why do I suddenly feel like something terrible is about to happen...? Just as this thought crossed his mind, Alvin felt a slight chill behind him.
He turned his head sharply and saw, a pair of emotionless eyes staring quietly at him, not far ahead in the bushes.
The figure was clad in silver-white armor, their gaze icy as they silently watched him.
Alvin's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized something, his expression shifting slightly.
This is... the Silver Knight created by Sister Morgan!
...
A carriage, protected by a group of knights, was slowly making its way toward the palace of Camelot.
Inside the carriage, a gray-haired girl subconsciously hugged her arms, crouching on the soft seat as if seeking some semblance of security.
It seemed that only in this way could she feel a little bit of safety.
Gray, one of the students of the Clock Tower, had just finished taking a bath and was about to head to class... when she opened the door and found herself inexplicably transported to the legendary era of the Camelot Empire.
"Don't worry, the King isn't an unreasonable person. As long as you tell the truth, they won't give you a hard time."
At this moment, a rather somber voice came from across the carriage.
It was Agravain, another Knight of the Round Table who had been traveling with Gawain.
According to ancient texts, he was a strict and rigid individual... Gray initially thought that traveling with him would be difficult.
But from the very beginning, Agravain had been quite considerate toward her, offering her water and food, and even answering many of her questions.
According to him, he was acting on someone's request.
But logically, she didn't know anyone in the Camelot Empire...
Gray looked up, hesitated for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "Sir Agravain, may I ask you another question?"
"Go ahead," Agravain replied calmly.
"Why is King Arthur capturing people like us?" Gray asked softly.
"Currently, more than half of the 'transmigrators' appearing in the Camelot Empire are 'soul transmigrators,' with only a few like you being 'body transmigrators'... In the King's eyes, soul transmigration is an unforgivable crime."
Agravain explained patiently,
"You can rest assured. As long as it doesn't involve the interests of the empire, you will be set free soon after answering the questions truthfully."
"I see..."
Gray's eyes showed a hint of contemplation, and then she glanced at the man in front of her again.
"May I ask who it is that asked you to look after me?" she asked cautiously.
Agravain gave her a meaningful look and slowly shook his head. "You'll find out in time... That person will likely come to you themselves."
Hearing this, Gray wisely chose not to ask further and fell silent.
Before long, the carriage, after a bumpy ride, arrived at the towering palace.
Agravain instructed the knights to wait outside the palace, and then he and Gawain entered the palace together.
On the way, Gawain, holding his helmet under one arm, glanced curiously at Agravain a few times. "You seem unusually concerned about that girl, don't you?"
After all, Agravain was famously known for his 'iron-faced ruthlessness.' It was indeed rare to see him show such care toward a transmigrator.
"She's still young, and it seems she hasn't desecrated the dead, so..."
Agravain lowered his voice slightly and continued, "Besides, you know as well as I do... she looks a lot like someone."
As soon as he heard his words, Gawain's smile faded slightly.
Indeed, the girl named Gray looked really similar to that witch...it was almost like a younger version of Morgan le Fay in her youth.
Could there be some connection between the two?
"What are you two talking about?"
Just as the two were speaking, a calm and pleasant female voice suddenly came from behind.
Both of their bodies froze at the same time, and then they slowly turned around to see a golden-haired woman wearing a cloak and a crown.
Her saintly blue eyes were quietly observing them.
"My King... why are you here?" Agravain was the first to speak, feeling a little nervous for no reason.
"I just came out for a walk."
Artoria glanced at the two of them and asked, "Any news from the Plains of Cam?"
Gawain shook his head. "We didn't find any useful information on the Plains of Cam... but we did capture a transmigrator. Agravain and I were just discussing this transmigrator because she looks a lot like someone."
Artoria's eyebrows raised slightly, and a hint of interest appeared in her eyes. "Who does she look like?"
Gawain and Agravain exchanged glances, both seeming to see a trace of hesitation in each other's eyes.
"Speak freely," Artoria said indifferently.
After a moment of hesitation, Gawain finally spoke in a low voice. "The transmigrator... she looks a lot like your sister..."
For a brief moment, Artoria's expression seemed to shift slightly.
Morgan le Fay... Counting the time, it had been nearly three years since she had last seen her sister.
Just as Agravain and Gawain were still feeling uneasy, Artoria had already turned and started walking toward the main hall of the palace.
Her assistant followed closely behind, and at the same time, her melodious voice quietly reached their ears.
"Bring her to me. I want to see her."
...