After Unlocking All CGs, My Type-Moon Girlfriend Came Knocking

"I want to talk to her alone."

When he heard Morgan's words, Alvin stood with his back to her, and a subtle, amused smile appeared on his face.

Perfect… one step closer to success.

Still, I can't laugh yet… I need to hold it in.

Thinking about it, Alvin replied in a low voice,

"Then talk to her now. I'll be waiting for you in the garden outside."

After saying that, he walked out of the Hall of the King, leaving Morgan standing alone as she gazed at the figure lying atop the throne, the Arthur who now appeared to be in an eternal sleep.

The slightly chilled body, the bloodless skin, and the peaceful appearance she now wore, all of it confirmed Artoria's current state.

And yet, even so, Morgan still felt a deep sense of unreality.

She slowly walked over to Artoria's side and reached out to gently caress the woman's soft, flawless face.

The cold sensation of her skin passed clearly into Morgan's palm.

She had always wanted to kill Artoria.

But now, seeing her sister lying motionless like this, Morgan found she couldn't feel happy at all.

There was no doubt that she truly did hate this country, and she did hate the sister who had taken the throne that should have been hers.

But… this wasn't actually Artoria's fault.

She had simply redirected her hatred onto her sister instead.

"If we hadn't grown up in the royal family, I don't think things would've turned out like this between us, Lily."

Morgan softly brushed Artoria's golden hair, gazing at her pale lips, her expression gradually becoming conflicted.



Just as Alvin had said, she didn't actually hate Artoria that much.

In fact, her feelings toward her sister had always been incredibly complex.

Not pure hatred. Not pure affection.

But something strange in between.

There was the unwillingness and pain of watching her father abandon her and choose Artoria to become King Arthur.

There was the bitterness of seeing her once-lively little sister gradually lose herself, becoming more and more like an emotionless king, shutting away her true nature.

There was the despair and hatred toward the Britain that forced her sister to become that way.

And later… the jealousy of watching her sister marry Alvin.

Did she really hate Artoria enough to take her throne and her man?

Maybe not… At least now, seeing Artoria "dead," Morgan realized she couldn't feel any joy at all.

By this point, the outcome of her and Alvin's bet, whether Artoria's death was real or faked, no longer really mattered.

'Because the moment you see someone dear to you die, all those long-buried, suppressed emotions will break free, forcing you to reexamine yourself.'

Alvin had never intended for this to be just a gamble.

Nor did he ever believe this "fake death" could fool Morgan for long.

But even a few minutes, even just a moment, would be enough.

What Alvin was truly gambling on… was whether Morgan still had any affection for Artoria,

And, likewise, how Artoria ,as a younger sister, truly felt toward her elder sister.

And as it turned out, Alvin had bet correctly.

To be honest, even in Type Moon world, they were a bit complicated.

Morgan le Fay was known to oppose King Arthur her entire life.

She worked both openly and in the shadows to sabotage her, and yet in the end, when King Arthur finally died, she was the one who took her to Avalon for eternal rest.

Many in the future would speculate about Morgan le Fay's true feelings toward King Arthur, analyzing her motives and intentions.

Alvin didn't know what the historical Morgan le Fay was like,

But at least in this simulation game, Morgan's feelings toward King Arthur were neither simply love nor hate.

They were sisters. They shared the same blood.

And there had never really been any unresolvable grudge between them.

If there was any resentment… it might just have been the time Morgan secretly N.T.R.-ed her sister.

After a moment of hesitation, Morgan stepped forward, leaned in, and hugged Artoria, closing her eyes slightly, as if trying to process her current emotions.



The Hall of the King remained silent for an unknown stretch of time.

And then, suddenly, Morgan faintly sensed something unusual.

She snapped her eyes open and held her breath.

There was a strange ripple in the mana around her.

Something's… wrong.

Truly worthy of being Morgan, even after barely two minutes of contact with Artoria, her emotions had already calmed, and she had vaguely sensed that something was off.

Would Alvin really bet Arthur's life, with the kind of person he is?

And would Arthur really drink a cup of "poisoned" potion so easily?

With the Red Dragon's core granting her such extraordinary perception, how could she not feel even the slightest sense of danger?

Thinking of this, Morgan recalled her earlier conversation with Alvin.

As if finally realizing something belatedly, she muttered softly:

"So that's what you were planning, Alvin…"

That cold, ghostly voice carried a faint trace of irritation and some inexplicable emotion.

She reached out and gently touched Artoria's cold "body," sliding her fingers along the smooth, fair skin, all the way down, until they finally came to rest upon her chest.

Then, beneath Morgan's feet, a shadow full of ominous energy quietly began to spread, silently flowing toward Artoria's chest.

The brightly lit and spotless hall was instantly blanketed in shadow. The immense magical power of the "Isle Sovereign" surged through the Hall of the King.

That immense and malevolent magic energy flooded straight into Artoria's chest!

BOOM!

The entire hall trembled faintly.

A single pink flower petal drifted slowly down from the ceiling of the hall.

Then, more and more pink petals began to fall.

The shadow behind Morgan transformed into a massive hand, which scooped up the falling petals in its palm and crushed them with a loud squeeze.

Crack.

The sound of shattering glass echoed out and the illusion that had enveloped the hall suddenly broke apart!

An illusion!

As it turned out, long before Alvin had brought Morgan into the Hall of the King, Merlin had already set up multiple layers of illusionary barriers!

Realizing this, a chill immediately filled Morgan's gaze.

But at that moment, she suddenly felt a faint breath stirring against her chest.

As if sensing something, she instinctively looked down at the figure in her arms.

The icy "corpse" that had been lying there moments ago was now wide awake, staring up at her, expressionless.

"..."

In that instant, as their eyes met, Morgan le Fay's body stiffened and a wave of toes-curling embarrassment hit her from head to toe.

Right then, she wanted nothing more than to bury her entire face in the ground and play dead like an ostrich.

What the hell is this?!

This is social death…

And not just any social death — this was the worst kind.

These two sisters had been locked in bitter conflict before, practically pulling out their strongest weapons just to kill each other.

Morgan had always presented herself as proud and domineering.

And yet… in a moment of emotional impulse, she had hugged her sister in the middle of her "death" like some grieving lover.

...And the most humiliating part — after the illusion was dispelled, she realized she had really been hugging Artoria the entire time.

Morgan's eyelid twitched.

Her chest heaved violently, and her seductive, beautiful face was now tinged with sheer rage.

"Merlin…"

That worm, that thing that wasn't even human, had once again used illusions to deceive her.

And this time, he'd even secretly colluded with Alvin…

Yes… It must have been Merlin who lured Alvin into this plan from the start!

To Morgan, Alvin would never do something this underhanded.

In the whole of Britain, the only person shameless enough to pull this off was Merlin.

Even though she'd been completely socially obliterated, Morgan had no choice but to feign composure in front of Artoria.

She forced a calm expression and said.

"...You knew about it from the beginning?"

"You were cooperating with them?"

Artoria shook her head gently. "I didn't know what Alvin was planning until you two entered the Hall of the King."

"Then why…"

Morgan's eyes flickered as she quickly replayed the events in her mind. Realizing something, she blurted out,

"That cup of tea?!"

With Artoria's personality, if she had known what Alvin was planning, her upright and honest nature would never have allowed her to go along with a scheme that involved deceiving her royal sister.

Artoria had only vaguely guessed Alvin's plan when he placed that "poisoned" tea in front of her.

And by that point, it would have been too late to ruin his plan by speaking out.

Besides... she also wanted to know — how would Morgan react after her "death"?

Just as Alvin had said… Morgan le Fay, this big sister, truly did harbor a unique emotion toward her.

Humans are complex beings.

The way one behaves toward strangers versus loved ones can be completely different and Morgan le Fay was no exception.

Her feelings toward Artoria couldn't be explained by love or hatred alone.

It was just that she had never shown her true thoughts.

Or perhaps… deep down in her heart, she had already convinced herself that their broken relationship could never be mended.

"That cup of tea did contain poison, but I didn't drink it."

Artoria gave Morgan a firm answer.

"When Alvin placed it before me, Merlin's illusion had already been activated."

"If nothing went wrong, that potion should be in his hands right about now."

Almost as if in response to her words, somewhere in the garden just outside the Hall of the King, the white-haired mage carefully inspecting the cup of tea suddenly let out a colossal, thunderous sneeze.

Morgan once again fell silent.

In fact, with her authority in Britain, even Merlin's illusions wouldn't have gone completely unnoticed, if she had been on guard.

But when she was around Alvin, she always let her guard down.

From the beginning until now, all her focus had been on him, so much so that she hadn't noticed the abnormalities inside the hall at all.

Morgan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, suppressing the impulse to go hunt Alvin down and make him pay.

"Since you already knew, what do you intend to do now?"

Ordinarily, with both sisters being so proud, neither would ever admit fault first, but just moments ago, Morgan had already shown her hand in a way.

Now the initiative for reconciliation lay in Artoria's hands.

Artoria stared into Morgan le Fay's eyes and said slowly,

"Even now… I still hate you."

"I hate your ruthless methods, your disregard for consequences, and how you shamelessly seduced him behind my back. I hate your arrogance and your reckless behavior."

Morgan le Fay pressed her luscious red lips together but said nothing.

"But… I'm just like you."

Artoria's voice rang out once more as she looked deep into Morgan le Fay's eyes and said slowly,

"Alvin was right. My feelings for you aren't simply hatred… or affection that can be clearly defined."

"I suppose even if I were to offer reconciliation right now, you wouldn't accept it either… would you?"

"Looking at Morgan le Fay's blank expression, Artoria's once-frigid gaze gradually softened as she spoke.

'Royal Sister, you and I share one thing in common: ever since he returned, we both resolved that—this time—nothing must harm him.'

'Britain is now riddled with transmigrators, and even powerful beings from beyond our world.

Yet I know that neither transmigrators nor outside foes can breach Britain's ramparts… so long as he—and we—remain here.'"

Red Dragon and White Dragon, together with the "Isle Sovereign." Unless they destroyed one another, Britain would never collapse.

Yes, there was an unerasable hatred between Morgan and Artoria—but their goal was identical:

—To protect Alvin.

For that, she could set old grudges aside.

Not complete reconciliation, but a new way of co-existing: standing guard over Britain and staying by Alvin's side until ancient Britain's brilliance finally drew its last breath.

While Morgan was still stunned, Artoria rose slowly and extended her hand toward her.

"Royal Sister, I do not intend to 'make up' with you, but we can attempt a peaceful coexistence—

For Britain… and for Alvin."

Morgan's eyes darkened as she stared into her sister's.

In those saint-green pupils there was not the slightest waver—only cool determination and royal composure.

Silently, Morgan le Fay raised her hand and clasped the Golden Knight-King's.

Whum!

Out in the garden beyond the hall, where Alvin sat beneath a pavilion, a golden system window flared open before his eyes:

[After a long estrangement, King Arthur and the witch Morgan le Fay have finally decided to join hands, guarding the White Dragon and Britain until the Age of Gods ends.]

[Congratulations! Special Tag Unlocked: Deep-Bond Sisters (Gold)]

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