Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"Are you here to help?"

"With so many enemies outside, do you... want to start a conflict with me here?"

"..."

"..."

No further words were spoken.

The two British sisters began to take action.

Artoria took out the Holy Lance and, with an trajectory almost identical to Ian's, leaped off the balcony of the room.

But almost simultaneously.

She was caught firmly by Ian again.

The man and the dragon began to fight against the uninvited guests.

"..."

Seeing this, Morgan's expression was naturally incredibly complex.

She knew that if it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to cooperate with Ian like that.

but--

Even so, I have my own way of protecting Camelot.

Morgan jogged all the way to the edge of the castle.

An unexpected sight once again came into her view.

There stood her daughter, Bavanshi, who had somehow appeared there.

She even smiled when she saw Morgan arrive.

"Mother, you've come."

"..."

Although Morgan wanted to teach his mischievous daughter a lesson, he ultimately did not.

"Step aside."

As she said this, she walked to the edge of the castle.

Morgan waved her hand, and a magic wand appeared in her hand.

"Oh--"

Bawanshi rested her fingers on her chin.

"Mother, are you planning to protect this country?"

"Obviously..."

"So you don't like it, right?"

"I have never said that I don't like this country."

“Camelot is my homeland,” Morgan said, then gathered a large amount of magic.

"How could anyone not like their hometown!"

Research takes time.

So, how should we protect the Camelots before we figure out how to turn them into dragons?

This is a question that Artoria should be thinking about.

But Morgan was secretly working hard to plan all of this.

In the end, she did get results.

If the cracks on the ground of Camelot are indeed a manifestation of the overflow of ley line magic...

So all we have to do is find a way to make use of it, right?

And the "tool" needed for its use is oneself!

consciousness……

At that moment, it plunged into the abyss below.

Morgan naturally felt the powerful impact.

That was the awe she felt from the entire island of Britain.

but……

I can stand it.

Morgan felt that he and the island were one entity.

The battle between the white dragons and the black dragons continues.

Individually, their strength is indeed inferior to Ian's, let alone Ian, who fights alongside Artoria.

The problem is that there are a lot of them.

There were so many, like ears of rice in a field, that they seemed endless.

Even if each attack only causes minor damage, the cumulative effect can be quite devastating.

"Father……"

Bagst, who was organizing the people's escape, couldn't bear to worry and came up.

Although Meiliuchina, who was doing this with her, was also worried, she still spoke up.

"it does not matter."

"Believe him!"

"..."

"Ok!"

Fortunately, Ian and Artoria were not the only ones who could participate in the battle.

Morgan, who has now fully "connected" to the depths of the British Isles, has begun to utilize the magic emanating from the earth's veins.

only--

She quickly discovered the problem.

That means that he was not the only one who was using this power.

Soon, she heard unfamiliar voices.

"I said--"

"The Princess of Britain."

"The princess abandoned by fate."

"Should we try to change Camelot's current situation by working with the dragons from beyond that world?"

125. Morgan, don't you want to be king?

The sound was clear and distinct.

How to change Camelot's current situation?

Morgan was sure he hadn't misheard.

"who are you?"

"Fu Tigen".

"Artoria's enemy."

A figure gradually appeared before Morgan's eyes.

It was an old man, about the same age as King Euthyder.

Compared to King Uther, however, he looked much more energetic, and his tone carried a powerful and resonant quality.

"Also rumored to be the White Dragon who will surely overthrow Britain."

"..."

"So what?"

Morgan looked warily at the old man who called himself Vortigern.

"What's the point of you telling me all this?"

"It is certainly very significant, Morgan."

As Vortigern said this, he slowly clenched his fist.

"You clearly don't like the current situation, do you?"

“Clearly, you should be the one who controls the entire island of Britain.”

"Why should we hand everything over to Artoria?"

"You don't like this at all, do you?"

"..."

"Whether you like it or not, it's none of your business."

Morgan gripped his staff, his gaze as resolute as ever.

"Vortigern, do you really think I would choose to cooperate with you because I hate Artoria?"

“Of course I don’t think so, Morgan.”

"But--"

A pale flame ignited in Vortigern's hand.

"There's really nothing for you to consider, isn't there?"

"You have absolutely nothing now."

"But if Camelot is destroyed, you will at least have another chance to compete with Artoria."

"Don't you... want to give it a try?"

"..."

Morgan was a very intelligent man.

She quickly grasped the deeper meaning in Vortigern's words.

"Do you have a way to guarantee that you can defeat Artoria?"

"Of course."

"In fact, you have it too, don't you?"

Vortigern turned to look at the radiant magic emanating from the earth's veins behind him.

"As long as you can use it, you can do anything."

"Look at these white dragons, aren't they the best proof?"

As he said this, Morgan felt a series of whistling sounds coming from his ears.

Those were the enemies soaring through the sky, battling Ian.

"..."

"Are all of these 'dragons' that you created?"

"Yes."

"If you're willing, you can definitely make better use of this power than I can."

Vortigern continued his encouragement.

"You should be the king of Camelot."