After unlocking all CGs, a Type-Moon girlfriend comes knocking.

Roar!

Faintly, there seemed to be some kind of dragon's roar coming from Mordred's body.

Mordred suddenly exerted force and pulled the sword out of Alvin's palm!

She stepped back and rushed towards Alvin at high speed like a ghost.

Clang!

The sound of swords clashing rang out in the house. Artoria had unknowingly drawn the Sword of Promised Victory and stood in front of Mordred.

"Mordred... step back."

Although she appeared quite calm, it was actually because Alvin had just returned and Altria didn't want to ruin her good mood.

Similarly, she didn't want to ruin her image in Alvin's mind.

However, the woman's protective attitude actually deeply irritated Mordred.

She slowly raised her head.

"Is that so... Although he's a time traveler, in just a few days, you've developed an indescribable love for him, even going so far as to draw your sword against me, King."

Mordred said this, and then his body slowly relaxed.

"But there's nothing we can do. You are the king of Camelot after all, so your words are absolute orders. Even the Knights of the Round Table must obey."

Artoria raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking that Mordred was about to give up.

However, the next moment, Mordred suddenly raised his head, with an extremely arrogant smile on his face.

"But haven't you overlooked one thing? The power I truly control isn't just the blood of the red dragon, but also the blood of the white dragon, which is naturally opposed to you."

"Also, I am indeed a Knight of the Round Table, but... I am also a knight who dared to rebel against the King!"

boom!

The next moment, terrifying magical power erupted, and a terrifying sound like thunder echoed throughout the street.

The greatsword in Mordred's hand burst out with an astonishing fiery red glow.

At this moment, the calmness and indifference that Altria had always maintained finally changed slightly, and there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and said slowly, "It seems that Sister Wang didn't teach you well after taking you away."

The golden hair on Altria's forehead moved without wind, and as her hair fluttered, the Sword of Promise and Victory in her hand faintly emitted a brilliant golden light.

Mordred, who had been extremely arrogant just now, suddenly felt a terrifying sense of crisis, and his hair stood on end.

When she subconsciously raised her head and looked forward, she happened to meet the pair of holy blue eyes that were as majestic as a lion.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

For the first time, Mordred felt such a strong threat that he even felt a little scared.

However, the girl's self-esteem and pride did not allow her to retreat. She just stared at Altria and watched her raise the holy sword.

Magic power is madly gathering in the holy sword!

But at this moment, a tall figure stood between Altria and Mordred.

Alvin!

Artoria's pupils shrank slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to stop, but the magic power of the holy sword suddenly erupted!

The blazing golden light surged towards Alvin like a tide, as if to completely destroy him.

"Aaaaa—"

At this moment, a low roar of a magic dragon was heard from the house.

Mordred watched helplessly as the young man in the golden light turned into a white dragon. It opened its mouth and roared, and boundless darkness enveloped the entire room.

The magic power of the holy sword that should have exploded was quietly swallowed up by the shrouding darkness, and even the last ray of light completely dimmed.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Mordred looked at this scene, his mind going blank.

Even if King Arthur hadn't used the holy sword at full strength just now, he could still withstand the magic cannon with his body alone, and even devour it... Is there really such a creature in this world?

The answer is yes.

The former Night's Watch of the Camelot Empire inherited the power of the White Dragon Vortigern after killing it and became a new White Dragon.

If it was his deceased 'father', he could indeed withstand the power of the holy sword.

But... both generations of dragons should have been killed by King Arthur himself.

Who is this 'traveler' in front of me...?

Mordred's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Alvin in surprise and suspicion.

She hadn't noticed when she entered the room just now that the white dragon bloodline of the guy in front of her might be much stronger than hers!

At this moment, Artoria said with a hint of anger, "Using your body to block the holy sword... Do you want to die again, Alvin?"

Alvin looked somewhat helpless and said, "Lily, using violence to educate children won't work. We can use a gentler approach."

“…What method?”

Looking at the long-lost smile on the boy's face, for some reason, Altria felt that her anger seemed to have dissipated a lot.

In the entire Camelot Empire, the only one who can persuade King Arthur is Alvin.

Alvin walked up to Altria and whispered in her ear, "We can discuss the details later... Anyway, let's take her back first."

Altria glanced at the boy lightly, then looked at his gentle eyes, and finally she unconsciously looked away and said "hmm" softly.

Seeing the blonde beauty who had always maintained a dignified appearance showing a bit of shyness, the smile on Alvin's face became softer.

Sure enough, although she seems to have grown up a lot, Lily is still the same Lily...

"Not only Xiao Mo...you should also go back to the palace with me, right?" At this time, Artoria suddenly asked softly.

“Ah, ah…?”

The sudden words made Alvin stunned.

Altria tilted her head slightly and looked at the boy quietly: "You should know that I have many questions to ask you and many things to tell you, right?"

"Also... when I begged desperately, you remained indifferent and let me use my Noble Phantasm. Now you can make up for it a little. Shouldn't that be okay?"

For some reason, Alvin felt something was wrong, but he remained calm and smiled, "You can do it if I can."

Altria lowered her head slightly, and in front of Mordred, she put her soft red lips close to the boy's ear and whispered softly:

"After returning to the palace, accompany me to the basement of the bedroom... okay?"

The smile on Alvin's face froze.

On the other side, the two were talking about something, but Mordred couldn't hear it at all at this moment.

From the moment Artoria said that name just now, Mordred seemed to be frozen by some magic, and his eyes suddenly became dull.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the boy who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a look of disbelief and even confusion in her eyes.

"……Father?"

……

When a big hole was blasted in the wall of the house, Gareth, who was outside the house at this moment, began to tremble.

It seems that this is not an illusion...

King Arthur was indeed in this room!

At this moment, Gareth was very glad that he had just met Modred on the road, otherwise he would be the one who suffered the most.

And if I'm not mistaken, Mordred just attacked the king?

Is she worthy of being called such? In the Camelot Empire, it's rare to find someone brave enough to take on the king...

"Mordred, don't worry... I will definitely come to save you."

"But not now."

Looking in the direction of the house, Gareth couldn't help but mutter to himself.

If I saw it correctly, when Mordred and Wang were fighting, there was a third person in the house who also took action.

And what that person used was obviously the magic power of the White Dragon!

A traverser suspected of controlling the White Dragon's core appeared in the Camelot Empire...

This news must be told to my mother as soon as possible!

Chapter 17 Why are you going to the bedroom to discuss serious matters?!

Alvin.

Modred was no stranger to this name.

Although he had never seen him, Mordred had heard countless legends about the dragon from Morgan le Fay since he was born.

If Mordred had admiration for Altria, then he was more curious and admired about Alvin.

Although in today's empire, people still mostly curse Alvin.

But what Mordred learned from his 'mother' was a different version of the story.

In the Camelot Empire, there were once two people who truly kept the empire stable.

One is Altria, and the other is Alvin, the night watchman.

One of them is in the light and the other is in the dark, but the night watchman in the dark is like the root of the empire, and he is the one who does all the dirty and tiring work most of the time.

In order to consolidate the king's position, he did not hesitate to become the public enemy of the empire, and then the king personally ended his life.

For Mordred, she has been curious about her 'father' since she was born.