Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"We can really get married now."

"How?"

It was an irresponsible act no matter how you looked at it, especially at the time when he was appointed to the position of "court magician".

but--

If such radical behavior can bring one that kind of happiness.

It's not bad either.

Forget everything, let's elope.

It's just like……

Revenge for the actions of his father, King Arthur.

No one can blame themselves, right?

There's definitely no such thing!

As Morgan was thinking this, she heard words that broke her heart.

"Do not."

“You can’t do that, Morgan.”

All hope was shattered the moment Ian uttered those words.

But for some reason, Morgan was not surprised at all.

after all--

I've always been like this.

No matter what the request is, it will eventually be rejected, and you will get nothing in return.

Why do we dream?

Morgan gave a wry smile, but then heard something unexpected.

"We're not going anywhere."

"Let's stay in Camelot and get married."

"you……"

Morgan was now completely baffled.

If--

He refused to elope with her because of Artoria.

So why is he now so insistent on marrying me?

"It can't be done."

"It can be done."

"I can definitely do it."

Ian looked at Morgan in front of him and, as always, grasped the delicious-tasting reserve food in his hands.

"You're clearly in a lot of pain, aren't you?"

"but--"

"Artoria is also in pain."

"And your suffering wasn't actually caused by her at all, was it?"

"..."

Morgan was silent.

She knew exactly what Ian was saying.

Even if the king is not Artoria, someone else will be created to replace her.

but--

She needs a reason to live.

The father, King Uther, whom he should have hated, was already buried in the ground, and Merlin, who had done such things with him, had vanished without a trace after Ian arrived in Camelot.

that……

All that's left, all that can be hated, isn't it Artoria?

“No,” Morgan said, covering his forehead.

"It's her."

"I can't be happy as long as she's around."

"It was Artoria who caused all of this."

"What if—"

"And you got it?"

"I'll tell Artoria that you want to get married too, and then you'll be happy, right?"

"..."

Morgan's eyes widened.

She never imagined that Ian would say something like that—that he was two-timing her.

but……

Is he serious?

However, just as Morgan was about to answer...

A deafening roar came from the other side of the sky.

A large number of white dragons have appeared!

124. Morgan and her British Isle

The whistling sound echoed across the sky.

The enormous white dragons flapped their wings, leaving behind magnificent shadows in the sky.

However, what followed was not a beautiful sight.

But...

Flames that symbolize destruction!

White flames surged forth like ocean waves.

Wherever they went, the ground, already cracked from the growth of the "trees," became even more devastating.

“Ian—”

Morgan said this almost instinctively.

But she soon realized that she was a little too late.

The moment Ian heard the dragons roar, he instinctively got up from Morgan.

A low rumble came from his throat.

Morgan knew.

This shows that he intends to fight.

"..."

"Go."

"Let's talk about marriage later."

Although he disliked Artoria, he also disliked his father King Uther's irresponsible arrangements.

But there was one thing Morgan was very certain of.

She loved Camelot, and she loved Britain.

and so……

We cannot stand by and watch it perish.

This is why she agreed to let Artoria turn the Camelots into dragons.

That is the way to protect this land.

"..."

Ian didn't answer Morgan, he just nodded.

He headed towards the balcony of the room, and after taking one last look at Morgan, he jumped off.

When I saw him again, a black dragon had appeared in the sky.

The enormous black dragon spewed forth black flames.

It seems that it is the villain in the legend.

but--

If you observe carefully, you will find that the black dragon's flames are completely resisting the white dragon's devastating impact.

It is like Camelot's guardian spirit.

Knowing Ian's whereabouts, Morgan, though with mixed feelings, didn't remain idle.

She composed herself and tidied up the clothes that Ian had made a complete mess of.

"Let's go, Bavanshi."

"We need to go help too—"

"Ok?"

Morgan stood there, stunned.

Because she witnessed an unexpected scene.

The person standing outside the door was not the "unfilial daughter" who had locked herself and Ian inside, but rather...

Artoria herself.

"..."

Morgan felt his mind go completely blank.

Having just come out of her room, what should I say?

"I just came to take a look?"

"Did I come here because I was bored?"

wrong.

Very wrong.

No matter how I think about it or how I try to explain it, I can't make it clear to Artoria.

"I……"

"Are you here to help?"

Artoria looked at Morgan in front of her, seemingly completely unaware that the place behind her was her and Ian's bedroom.

On the contrary, her expression looked as if she had bumped into her sister by chance at a corner in the hallway.

"Artoria, you..."

"I'll ask you again."

"you--"

Artoria looked at her and asked expressionlessly.