The Silver Knight was Morgan le Fay's greatest masterpiece and work of art.
Each one possessed combat prowess no less than that of an ordinary Servant.
To be honest, previously he was quite worried that he would encounter a Silver Knight on the road…
And as expected, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.
Whoosh!
Alvin didn't have time to think further, because in the next instant, the Silver Knight burst out from the bushes.
Its speed was terrifying, almost instantaneous, as it appeared right in front of him.
The heavy armor did nothing to hinder its movements.
The silver blade gleamed sharply under the sunlight as it slashed viciously toward Alvin!
Yet, in the next moment, Alvin's figure, even his presence, vanished without a trace.
The special authority known as "Night Watcher" had activated!
Thump… Thump…
Immediately after, the sound of the White Dragon Core pulsating in Alvin's chest echoed like an emperor's engine. An overwhelming surge of magical energy erupted from his body.
'So I really did inherit all the stats from the simulation game…' Alvin throughout to himself before raising his right fist and smashing it squarely into the Silver Knight's head.
BOOM!
A dull impact reverberated through the forest, sending birds and beasts fleeing in panic.
The sheer force of the punch left a deep, fist-shaped dent in the Silver Knight's helmet.
Legends spoke of the Red Dragon and the White Dragon in the Camelot Empire—both of comparable strength, though the White Dragon was said to be more "violent."
If Artoria's Red Dragon Core represented balanced power, then the White Dragon Core leaned more toward "destruction."
Among the Knights of the Round Table, even the strongest night Lancelot wouldn't dare take Alvin's punch head-on.
Though Alvin had studied many magecraft techniques under Morgan le Fay, most of the time, he preferred solving problems with his fists.
No flashy spells could compare to sheer brute force, just one solid punch was enough.
The Silver Knight in front him clearly didn't understand what it meant to take that punch.
After all, as a mere puppet, it couldn't even process such thoughts.
Under Alvin's savage and overwhelming strike, the Silver Knight's head caved in before it was sent spinning through the air.
With a thunderous crash, it slammed into a large tree, its entire frame twisting unnaturally.
However—
Logically, the Silver Knight should have stopped his actions at this point, but at this moment, there was an indescribable magical energy quietly covering the surface of his body.
It was healing itself!
Alvin showed a look of surprise on his face as he soon realized something, whispering to himself: "White Dragon Furnace Core...?"
In the past, Morgan le Fay had transplanted the White Dragon Core, originally controlled by Vortigern, into Alvin's body.
Now that she had restarted her experiments... it was clear that this Silver Knight was one of the test subjects.
Though merely an inferior imitation of the White Dragon, it still possessed a formidable self-healing ability.
Of course, such a regenerative ability meant little to Alvin.
Shaking out his hand, he glanced at the Silver Knight repairing its own damage and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Seems like I'll have to make a trip back to Camelot's royal capital first..."
After all, the current Camelot Empire existed three or four years after Alvin's supposed death.
The people and affairs of the empire had likely undergone earth-shaking changes.
Right now, he needed to figure out what exactly was going on with his sister Morgan and Lily, as well as how much the empire had transformed over these years.
If Morgan acually allowed Vortigern to win his "resurrection match"... well, that would be a whole new level of trouble.
Just thinking about that demonic dragon made Alvin press his fingers to his temples in exasperation.
Vortigern...
In the history of the Type-Moon world, he was an ancient "fairy" of Britain, the king who ruled over the forests of the fae.
But in the simulation game Alvin had experienced, this guy's combat prowess far exceeded anything he could have imagined.
If not for the combined efforts of Morgan le Fay and Artoria, Alvin wouldn't have been able to slay that demonic dragon so easily back then.
Shaking off his thoughts, he stepped forward and crouched beside the Silver Knight.
With another heavy punch, he smashed its head in—this time, leaving a deep dent that caved in its entire torso.
Once that was done, Alvin strode straight toward the white horse drinking by the lakeside.
With Riding A+, he could effortlessly tame most mounts in the world,
Even dragonkin were no exception, let alone a mere horse.
In one smooth motion, he leaped onto the horse's back and easily subdued the white steed, galloping off in the direction of Camelot's royal capital.
Under the warm sunlight, the leaves rustled, casting dappled shadows.
Deep in the forest, the Silver Knight's shattered body lay motionless beneath a large tree.
Until, at some point, its arm twitched slightly.
Then, slowly, it lifted its head and stared in the direction of Camelot.
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At the same time, in the depths of a certain magecraft workshop, a woman of noble and elegant bearing slowly opened her eyes.
Clad in luxurious robes, her platinum-blonde hair cascaded like silk as she stood quietly before an alchemical table, mixing a potion with practiced ease.
A sheer veil obscured her face, adding an air of mystique to her already mesmerizing presence.
At this moment, she set the vividly colored potion down casually on the counter,
Before, a soft, bewitching voice quietly sounded in the room
"Gareth."
A girl clad in armor pushed open the door from outside the workshop and respectfully looked at her "mother."
"Do you have any orders, Mother?"
"Just now, a transmigrator appeared in the Plains of Cam. He killed the Silver Knight I created." Morgan le Fay's expression was indifferent, her cold and haughty demeanor exuding the lofty air of an empress.
Hearing her words, the girl named "Gareth" quickly showed surprise.
"Among those transmigrators, there's actually someone capable of standing against a Silver Knight?"
"Could it be one of the Lords from the Clock Tower?"
During this period of time, many transmigrators had appeared in the Camelot Empire, and without exception, they all came from a place called the "Clock Tower."
Based on current intelligence, one of the strongest representatives of the Clock Tower was the Twelve Lords.
"I don't know. That's why I called you here."
Morgan le Fay lifted her gaze, her azure-blue eyes devoid of any emotion as she spoke calmly, "After dealing with the Silver Knight, the target headed straight for Camelot's royal capital."
Gareth asked tentatively,
"You want me to…?"
Morgan le Fay nodded slightly.
"Go to Camelot's royal capital as well and find that transmigrator."
"Someone capable of destroying the Silver Knight I painstakingly created… has value as an experimental subject."
"But the royal capital is King Arthur's territory. If the target resists and causes too much commotion, it might be hard to handle the aftermath…?" Gareth hesitated.
"A mere bug from the present world, if he truly has the courage to resist, then as his reward..."
Morgan Le Fay tilted her head slightly, smiled sweetly and, with an incomparably gentle and melodious voice, spoke words of chilling indifference, "Just kill him."