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

At this moment, Alvin was a bit stunned.

'Seriously, what the hell... I just got here, and this happens?!'

To ensure his identity remained concealed, he had even specially disguised himself before coming here... and yet, the moment he arrived on the scene, Arcueid had taken a bite out of him.

The scalding, boiling blood of the White Dragon surged into Arcueid's mouth, accompanied by a truly unique magical signature.

There was no doubt—Arcueid Brunsteid was strong.

She was both the Origin of True Ancestors and the Ultimate One (UO) of the Moon.

And the title "UO" alone was synonymous with the pinnacle of combat power.

That's why, even upon descending upon Britain, Arcueid didn't bother being cautious, because in her eyes, there wasn't a single existence that could match her.

In her view, the only genuine threats were the Holy Sword in Artoria's hand, and the possibility that Morgan le Fay might be hiding some terrifying trump card… after all, this was her territory.

Outwardly, Arcueid had displayed supreme arrogance since her descent, acting like everything beneath her was trivial.

But when facing the two British sisters, she had not dared to be careless.

To be safe, she had even tried to assimilate Morgan le Fay into her bloodline, to make her a blood-bound kin.

But it had failed.

Morgan was a fairy, and also a divine being.

She was a threefold existence, so it was entirely reasonable for the First Embrace to fail.

It was likely the same for the Red Dragon and the White Dragon, they couldn't be turned either.

After all, dragons were mythical creatures, and their anti-magic properties alone were enough to resist the First Embrace.

But this guy… what was with him?

Could it be that he was the White Dragon?

Artoria had called out his name earlier…

"…The White Dragon of Britain… Alvin?"

But since when did the White Dragon's blood smell like that of a god?

Arcueid could clearly sense that divine blood flowed within Alvin's veins, and not the diluted kind, but pure, sweetly intoxicating, irresistible divine blood.

It was even more alluring than Morgan's earlier blood.

For vampires, especially higher-level ones—the taste and quality of blood were everything.

As the origin of True Ancestors, Arcueid didn't normally drink blood, not because she wasn't interested, but because she was far too picky.

What she sought had to be either a unique constitution, like Morgan's, or divine blood.

Of course, Artoria's blood probably tasted decent too… but in comparison, even the blood of those sisters couldn't hold a candle to the boy in front of her.

Alvin wasn't a pure-blooded White Dragon.

After the evolution of the White Dragon's core, he had become a hybrid being—a fusion of dragon and god.

Back in the Millennium Castle, Arcueid had many blood-bound kin and turned familiars, but the only one who had ever truly intrigued her… was that sickly boy from the castle.

That boy had refused to become her kin, despite Arcueid offering it herself, until, eventually, he passed away in the castle due to illness.

She had tasted his blood before.

It was… unique, but not yet what she'd call truly delicious.

So what was going on now?

How could someone have such high-purity blood?

Overwhelmed by the rich fragrance pouring from Alvin, Arcueid's desire surged again and bit him a second time.

But in that instant—her thoughts momentarily stalled.

Despite her dazed appearance, Arcueid's mind hadn't stopped racing this entire time.

She had been carefully analyzing what made Alvin's blood so unique.

And now, with the second bite, she finally noticed it, this boy wasn't purely dragon or divine.

He also had human blood flowing through him.

It was just that the divine and draconic components were so dense they nearly drowned out the human part.

Human, dragon, and god… Was this child also a trinity?

What the hell is wrong with Britain? Why is everyone a monster?

But more importantly… why did his human blood feel so familiar?

Breathing in that intoxicating scent, Arcueid's eyes filled with confusion and suspicion as she stared at Alvin.

The next moment, she reached out toward the mask on Alvin's face.

Boom!

A golden blast of light suddenly tore through the air—Artoria's Holy Sword shot toward Arcueid like a comet from the heavens.

Arcueid furrowed her brows slightly under the overwhelming divine pressure, but was forced to pull her hand back and dodge swiftly.

Turning her gaze toward the ground, she saw Artoria's furious expression:

"Let go of him!"

To Artoria, Alvin had become a forbidden existence, she had once lost him, and thus treasured him all the more now.

When Arcueid sank her fangs into Alvin's neck earlier, a wave of anxiety tore through Artoria's chest.

She was really afraid that he might be turned into a True Ancestor's kin—made into Arcueid's familiar.

Thankfully, Alvin was the White Dragon, so the First Embrace had little effect on him.

Even so, her heart still trembled with unease.

As King Arthur, Artoria rarely let emotions affect her.

But this time they did, however, what she truly felt, was not fear, it was overwhelming, uncontrollable fury.

As for Morgan... she could tolerate her, afterall, not matter what, she was her sister… but who did this outsider think she was, getting handsy with him?

She stepped forward, sword in hand, unleashing a slash with divine fury, intent on obliterating this woman from the stars.

At the same time, Alvin lightly landed on the ground.

Though his face appeared calm, his heart was in total chaos.

He felt like he had barely escaped death.

A little more… if Arcueid had been just a bit faster, he might already be "dead"—in every sense of the word.

He quickly gathered himself—just as Morgan walked over.

Beside her was the armored figure of the rebellious knight, Mordred.

"You okay?"

Mordred rushed over as Alvin extended his arms to give his so-called daughter a big hug—only to have his head caught in a headlock as she leaned in to inspect his neck.

He felt a faint breath tickling his skin, it itched a little.

Mordred stared for a while, face serious. "As I thought… that woman did try to make you her kin."

Even under the eerie red moonlight above, two faint bite marks could be seen on Alvin's neck.

Marks from when Arcueid had bitten him.

In theory, the White Dragon's regenerative abilities should've healed such injuries instantly.

Yet, the marks remained—faint traces of magical seals seemed to flicker faintly beneath the skin.

They were attempting to form… only to be suppressed by the White Dragon's power.

Morgan, veiled as always, was unreadable, but her eyes shimmered with contemplation and doubt.

Despite the earlier intense battle, she appeared entirely unruffled, only her luxurious gown was a bit tousled.

Her platinum hair draped over her ample chest, and nestled between her breasts, a glowing magic crest faintly pulsed in the darkness.

"She seems very interested in your blood," Morgan suddenly remarked.

"Well, I doubt even someone like her has ever tasted White Dragon blood before," Alvin replied.

On the surface, he seemed calm.

But behind the mask, his face had undergone a complete transformation.

To be honest, he really regretted one thing.

If he'd known this simulation game would become real, he never would've gone for the "die as her white moonlight" route.

There were so many other endings.

Why did he have to pick that one?

The Millennium Castle arc had been early in the game.

It wasn't long, and the objective was simply to stir a subtle emotional shift in Arcueid.

That didn't have to be love, it could've been hate, rage, or any strong emotion.

Alvin, playing with the cheerful attitude of a typical gamer, had tried every method to "romance" Arcueid.

In the end, he succeeded..well, just a little.

For the first time, this long-reclusive girl in the castle had felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

Back then, she'd already bitten him, but at that time, he had only been a mortal.

Now, with White Dragon and Tiamat's divine blood flowing through him, even Arcueid couldn't recognize him anymore.

That thought brought Alvin a strange sense of relief.

Just then, a vampire with shriveled, branch-like skin lunged at them.

"Watch out!"

Mordred reacted instantly, kicking the creature away.

But another vampire attacked from behind, sinking its fangs into her neck.

"Tch—what is this, a swarm of flies?!"

Mordred clicked her tongue, unleashed a magical burst through her greatsword, and blasted a square-cut wave in all directions.

The surrounding vampires shattered into dust.

Overhead, Artoria wielded her Holy Sword, its golden blade warping the very air as it slashed through the night sky.

Arcueid only smiled coldly.

Her magical aura twisted and seductive, perfectly in tune with the blood moon above as she clashed with the King of Knights.

"We don't have time for idle talk. Let's go help the King."

Mordred said nothing more and charged straight toward where Arcueid Brunsteid was.

Morgan le Fay looked up at her charging silhouette and murmured quietly, "..She's changed quite a bit, hasn't she?"

In the past, if she saw King Arthur locked in battle with a formidable foe, Mordred would've stabbed her in the back rather than helped her.

"..I suppose that's your parenting paying off,"

Alvin said with a small smile.

Whether in the official histories or in this timeline, Morgan le Fay had always created Mordred to be used against Artoria.

But what people forget is—when Mordred was first born, she wanted to join Artoria.

It was only after being rejected that she turned her love into hatred.

In short, she had always been starved for affection.

And Alvin's arrival had just so happened to fill that void.

Morgan shot the boy a sideways glance.

"..You don't need to beat around the bush to flatter me. I lost the bet, and since I agreed to cooperate with Lily,

I won't make any moves against her behind the scenes."

"..Or are you saying you still don't trust me?"

Alvin's expression softened slightly as he spoke.

"..I said it before—I don't trust witches. But Morgan le Fay, I do trust."

"..After all, you're Lily's big sister, aren't you?"

"Wh—"

Morgan was momentarily at a loss for words before coldly scoffing, "..Don't overthink it. I'm only helping her because I lost a bet with you."

'She's blushing now, isn't she…?' Alvin thought to himself.

Then again, if she were capable of expressing her feelings properly, she and Lily probably wouldn't have ended up like this in the first place.

As Alvin mused silently, Morgan had already taken flight toward the battle in the sky where Arcueid awaited.

Down below, Alvin didn't immediately go over to join.

He simply stood and watched the battle between the two sisters and Arcueid Brunsteid unfold.

After all, his true goal wasn't to defeat Arcueid, it was to make her temporarily abandon her plans to hunt Britain.

And as long as he remained standing on the sidelines, this battle was doomed to end without a winner.

Arcueid might be arrogant, but she wasn't stupid.

Facing Artoria and Morgan together, she might not feel threatened.

But with a White Dragon of unknown power nearby?

She would have no choice but to hold back.

"..Everything is going according to plan,"

Alvin whispered, a faint smile curling on his lips.

But he didn't notice that, mid-battle, Arcueid's gaze briefly swept toward him.

In that moment, her ruby-red eyes, flickered of coldness and irritation.

She raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.

Far away, while clearing out vampires, Mordred suddenly froze as a strange, seductive voice echoed in her mind:

"..Become mine, Mordred."

Her eyes went blank and subconsciously looked up at the night sky, her usually clear gaze now fogged with confusion.

A faint First Embrace mark began glowing softly on her neck.

...

With another collision of blood-red mana and golden light, Arcueid and Artoria were thrown apart, both landing on the ground.

Artoria looked up sharply, her eyes still blazing bright.

No doubt about it—the Red Dragon's core had granted Artoria a massive supply of mana.

Despite launching multiple golden blasts from her holy sword since the battle began, she hadn't shown the slightest sign of fatigue.

And with Morgan's support, even Arcueid was starting to feel the pressure.

Morgan calmly observed her opponent and said, "..Seems like you can't break through Britain's defenses."

"..Perhaps not," Arcueid replied indifferently.

Bathed in the light of the blood moon, her golden hair flowed and her white dress fluttered, casting her in a light that was both divine and seductive, like a goddess gazing down from above.

She looked down upon the living beings below and the Round Table Knights led by King Arthur.

Her gaze lingered briefly on the masked boy standing quietly beside Artoria.

"..I'm not particularly interested in either of you anymore," She said at last, her voice chilling and aloof.

Artoria stood tall, holy sword planted before her, and stared back. "..So you're giving up your invasion of Britain?"

"..I never planned to invade Britain in the first place. My target was always him."

Arcueid's gaze locked onto Alvin and a faint smile curved her expressionless face.

"..By the way, Mr. Alvin, why have you been wearing that mask this whole time?"

"..Is it because you don't want others to know what you look like? Or is it… that you don't dare face me?"

It was a simple question, yet in an instant, every Round Table knight around them began exchanging shocked glances.

What… the hell was that supposed to mean?

Artoria furrowed her brow. "..What are you implying?"

Alvin's eyelid twitched.

This woman… did she figure something out?

While the two were speaking, Mordred's pupils began to lose focus.

As if receiving a command, she started walking robotically toward Alvin.

Right in front of everyone, Mordred reached from behind and wrapped her arms around him.

The cold, hard texture of armor pressed against his back.

Alvin turned his head, only to see Mordred staring up at him.

"..Mordred?"

Even if she was trying to show father-daughter affection, this was a bit much for the occasion—

But that thought died instantly the moment Alvin saw the First Embrace mark glowing faintly on her neck.

"..Mordred—!"

Morgan also sensed something was wrong and raised her staff...but it was too late.

Mordred had already reached up and gripped Alvin's white mask.

With a gentle tug—

The mask came off, revealing the pale, handsome face of the boy underneath.

Without the mask, the fierce aura of the White Dragon faded ever so slightly.

At that moment, under the red sky—

Arcueid's eyes widened in shock.

Her seductive crimson gaze locked onto the boy beside Artoria, and her pupils slowly dilated.

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