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

Within Type-Moon's Britain, if one names the top three combat powers, setting aside the loafing Merlin, they are Artoria, Morgan le Fay, and the White Dragon.

In the canonical timeline, Morgan hated Britain and her sister; in the land's final twilight she sent her child, Mordred, to Camlann.

There, Britain fell, and King Arthur died.

But… if those sisters never fought, what would Britain become?

Back at the Clock Tower, scholars of history loved to voice such hypotheses, filled with hope and wonder.

After all, one sister reigned openly, the other masterminded from the shadows; even in the modern Clock Tower, the very name "Morgan le Fay" inspires awe and dread.

Put simply: if the Red Dragon and White Dragon are the carries, Morgan is an overpowerful support.

Whether she's a "green card" or a "red card" is still unclear, but if these three truly allied, transmigrators and even extraterrestrial beings would have to think twice.

Inside the Hall of the King, the twin hearts of Britain faced each other, hands quietly joined.

One cold and bewitching—a born temptress.

The other noble and radiant, as if born with the majesty and dignity of a king.

"Truly never thought I'd stand on the same side as you," With a captivating smile touching her lips, Morgan said at last.

The feeling was mutual; neither sister could leap straight to harmony. But—

A simple "partnership"?

That was something, she could accept.

Not for some lofty ideal of Britain, but purely for Alvin.

The recent descent of those two Counter Forces had already given Morgan a sense of crisis.

This Britain differed from the one she once knew.

If she wished to keep Alvin safe… King Arthur was the only person she could trust.

After all, the sisters now shared the same purpose.

"I never thought this day would come either," Artoria murmured, looking the woman whose face resembled her own.

Platinum hair cascading, a faint smile, a sumptuous gown that flattered a tall, alluring figure; hall-light gleaming on silver strands as though mercury flowed down...a fairy stepped from Avalon itself.

Morgan le Fay was always like this: at times merely "human," at times, inscrutable like Merlin.

However, this woman, who looked so cold and unkind, actually showed such raw sorrow when she, Artoria, had "died."

If it weren't for Alvin, I might never have realized how deeply my sister cares, right, Artoria thought.

"Is there something on my face?" Morgan tilted her head, puzzled by the lingering gaze.

"Nothing. I just drifted into old memories," Artoria said, shaking her head.

"Your Majesty—trouble!"

Before Morgan could probe further, Ariel burst through the doors, and spoke in an urgent tone.

"Battle just erupted at King Marco's estate, Sir Tristan appears to be engaged with a formidable foe—"

However, she stopped short.

Her pupils widened in disbelief at the sight before her.

The two sisters, hands clasped with perfect intimacy.

...Eh?

—Eh?!

After a brief moment of confusion, Ariel's little soul inside her body let out a mental screech of disbelief.

What is happening?

Why is that witch here?

And why are they…?

It was a common understanding among everyone in Britain that Morgan le Fay and Altria did not get along and would try to make things difficult for her at every turn.

After all, Morgan le Fay had just had a big fight with her sister outside the palace not long ago, and everyone saw it.

But now, the two sisters seem to have reconciled?

Is this even the Morgan le Fay I know? Ariel was completely stunned.

"You said something about Tristan?"

At that moment, Artoria's voice pulled her aide back to reality from the depths of shock.

"Oh... Right. Just now, the knights found some commotion near King Marco's estate while on patrol.

Upon investigating, they discovered that Sir Tristan was engaged in combat with someone."

"And it seems Sir Tristan is at a disadvantage..."

"Tristan is in danger?"

Morgan narrowed her eyes slightly. "There aren't many in all of Britain who could pose a real threat to a Knight of the Round Table."

Artoria said nothing. Instead, she turned and headed toward the grand hall's exit, speaking concisely: "Lead the way."

As Morgan had pointed out, there were indeed very few in this age who could threaten a Knight of the Round Table.

Judging by the situation, it might have something to do with the vessel that recently descended...

She didn't know who exactly was involved, but whoever set foot on Britain, be they gods or monsters, would have to pay a price.

Just as Artoria was about to leave the hall with Ariel, Morgan's cool and melodic voice suddenly rang out:

"I'm going with you."

Artoria paused. "This has nothing to do with you."

"Perhaps," Morgan replied, pausing slightly before her ice-mirror-clear eyes shimmered with amusement. "But if someone dares to cause trouble near the royal palace knowing I'm here... then the one they're provoking isn't just you."

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Meanwhile, outside the royal hall in the garden, Alvin sat under the pavilion, admiring the glowing notification that had just appeared before him.

[Sisterly Bond: Though the 'Lord of the Island' and the King of Knights share royal blood, and are sisters, they once stood as bitter enemies. Now, to protect the White Dragon and Britain, they've chosen to reconcile.]

Unlike any other trait Alvin had unlocked so far, this special tag was marked in radiant golden letters—so brilliant, it was almost blinding.

Still… why "Sisterly Bond" and not something more fun like "Sister Combo Meal"...?

Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

But to have reached the point where the two were even willing to shake hands was already a huge step forward… Some things just take time.

After all, even Alvin wasn't confident this gamble would work.

One of the two sisters had to take the first step—and it could only be Morgan.

If it had been Artoria witnessing Morgan's "death," even if her feelings were stirred, she would've never shown it.

Artoria was always someone who replaced words with action.

"As you said… This truly was an amusing glimpse into 'human nature,' Alvin."

At this moment, a warm voice suddenly drifted from the side—Merlin.

The white-haired mage's tone was filled with glee as he continued,

"Often, it's only when someone close to us dies that we realize how much they really mattered in our heart."

"It's a shame Morgan's too sharp. If we could've dragged out Artoria's 'death' a bit longer… she might've come to understand herself even more deeply."

By the end, Merlin's tone was tinged with regret.

Morgan had reacted too quickly.

From the moment Merlin cast the illusion barrier to the moment she saw through it, barely a few minutes had passed.

Had it been anyone else, Merlin would've had no problem leading them by the nose.

"It was enough," Alvin said calmly. "At the very least, she won't harbor the same level of hostility toward Lily going forward."

He'd never expected this single gamble to solve all their issues.

But, at least, it could become the turning point they needed—a chance for the sisters to finally walk side by side.

That was more than enough.

[Sisterly Bond]… 'I wonder if this trait could possibly evolve in the future.'

Alvin fell into a brief thought.

It felt like he was already preparing for the World Tournament.

Then Merlin muttered suspiciously, "You know, even though you tricked Morgan… I feel like I'm the one who ended up paying the price."

"She's clearly pinned the blame on me."

Logically speaking, this entire illusion plan had been done at Alvin's request, and Merlin was merely the accomplice who set up the magic array…

How had he ended up being the one Morgan hated the most?

'So you got all the good things and I got to take the blame?'

Alvin chuckled. "You don't care what others think of you anyway. Besides, didn't you get to enjoy a front-row seat to something fascinating?"

Before Merlin could retort, Alvin suddenly changed the subject: "Hey Merlin, want to make a bet with me?"

"A bet? With you?" The mage's eyes lit up in amusement. "What are we betting on?"

Alvin looked at him and said with a smile, "Everyone in Britain says you don't understand human emotions… But I want to bet that you do."

Merlin froze for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter like he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Alvin, do you even realize what you're saying?"

He had always thought Alvin had a strange sense of humor, but this one really took the cake.

Looking at Alvin who looked calm and natural, Merlin's smile gradually faded and he spoke: "Okay, I'll make a bet with you."

Bet I have no heart.

Seeing this, Alvin quickly showed an amused smile on his face.

Truth was, Merlin probably hadn't even realized it himself.

Even if he could observe the present with his Clairvoyance, that didn't mean he could see through his own heart.

Just as he was thinking about it, a few glowing lines quietly appeared in Alvin's field of vision.

[His mother was a Welsh princess, but his father was a supernatural incubus born between the Moon and Earth.

A half-blood who was never meant to understand emotions, he accepted your wager not because he cared about winning or losing, but because he hoped to discover feelings through the bet.]

[You have unlocked Special Achievement: "Radiance of the Stars (Hidden)"]

Alvin raised his eyebrows, and spoke in surprise. "Huh… I didn't expect you to be a hidden route."

"Hidden what?" Merlin blinked, clearly confused.

"Nothing. Just a little joke,"

Alvin replied smoothly.

Before he could elaborate, he noticed three familiar figures leaving the royal hall. Thanks to the concealment barrier Merlin had set around the garden, they did not notice Alvin's presence and went straight to the exit of the palace.

"Lily and Morgan…? Where are they going together?"

Even though the two sisters had just shaken hands and declared cooperation, the sight of them heading out of the palace together still felt a bit surreal.

"Damn… Lily and Morgan walking side by side. That's not something you see even once in a lifetime," Merlin commented with a slow whistle.

Alvin didn't reply. He simply activated his "Night Watcher EX" ability and followed them silently.

Whatever was going on… the fact that the two sisters left the palace together was definitely worth keeping an eye on.

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Meanwhile, on a stormy night—

A streak of sword light slashed through the air, leaving a deep gash on the golden-haired woman's body.

However, before the blood was even spilled, the woman's powerful regenerative ability had already restored her body to its original state.

"Just as I thought…"

Tristan stood poised, sword in hand, eyes locked warily on the strange, smiling woman before him.

From the moment the battle took place, he had struck her several times already, and yet, every wound had vanished as if it had never been there.

This was no ordinary opponent.

This was also natural.

Crimson Moon Brunsteid, the princess of the Moon, was the origin of the True Ancestors and the Dead Apostles.

She was the first and strongest True Ancestor, and her regenerative ability far exceeded that of any other vampire.

Unless her body was destroyed beyond repair, she could regenerate continuously.

"You're a vampire… no, more than that. One of the True Ancestors?" Tristan said grimly.

The woman didn't confirm nor deny. Her cold, elegant face curled into a sharp, dangerous smile.

"The Knights of the Round Table in this age are quite impressive. If I didn't have this body… maybe I'd actually be worried," she said, sounding almost playful.

"But you're not the one I'm looking for."

"Call the White Dragon here. Maybe then… you'll have a sliver of hope."

"But knowing your stubborn kind… I doubt you will. So — let's end this, shall we?"

She raised her right hand.

Above, the blood-red moon glowed brighter, casting a crimson hue across the battlefield. Power surged around her like a storm.

"Once I kill you, I'll go greet this 'White Dragon' myself. I'd love to see what sort of power he holds — enough to make you all so loyal, even in the face of death."

In the blood-red moonlight, magical power quietly gathered, and then descended like a mountain, about to fall towards Tristan!

But just before it struck, a shadow shot across the ground, swift and soundless, slamming into the crimson energy and dispersing it in an instant.

The woman's eyes narrowed sharply and she looked to the side as she spoke.

"…Who's there?"

The massive shadow that blotted out the sky seemed to swallow even the blood moon itself, plunging the heavens into pitch darkness.

A cold, arrogant voice echoed from behind.

"Meet the White Dragon...? You really think you're worthy?"

Brunsteid narrowed her eyes, locking onto the figure standing in the shadows.

"That outfit... I take it you're the witch of Britain—Morgan le Fay?"

She hadn't expected her little "bait" to draw out this one…

And then she noticed another figure slowly approaching from behind Morgan.

Golden hair tied in a regal bun, and atop her head rested a crown that radiated power and majesty.

"...Arthur?" Looking at the two, she blurted out instinctively.

Off to the side, Tristan stood frozen, mouth slightly agape.

The King and Morgan?

…Why were they together?!