Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Three cities.

Five cities.

Artoria, who has never been so powerful, is writing her own miracle.

This was the simplest, yet most effective, method she knew to make Vortigern appear.

Yes.

This choice is indeed perfect.

And there's nothing to worry about—after all, expanding Camelot's territory is something to be celebrated in itself.

After Artoria had taken control of almost all of Britain, she got the result she wanted.

That's right.

Vortigern, the white dragon who had been lurking in the shadows, trying to change Britain, has begun to respond!

136. Morgan: Let the knights bathe in the blood of the dragon.

Britain, the front line of the war.

High on a cliff somewhere, Artoria gazed into the distance.

And standing next to her was none other than Ian.

Can you feel it?

“The atmosphere around here… is thick with hostility.”

"Ah."

Ian nodded in response to Artoria's words.

"felt it."

"Similar to the previous enemy, but... they've become even more formidable."

"You really can feel it."

Artoria took Ian's hand.

"..."

"Artoria, are you worried?"

"It's impossible not to worry."

Artoria, who appears strong and dignified in front of others, only shows her vulnerable side in front of Ian.

"That's..."

"Power strong enough to destroy Camelot."

"That's okay."

Ian turned around and held Artoria's hand tightly in his own.

Dragons are very strong, which can be felt from the way they ate.

But only with Artoria was the dragon able to skillfully control his strength—as if he were afraid of hurting her.

"No one can hurt you, Artoria."

"I promise you that."

The dragon's promises are always simple and clear.

Artoria's gaze also hardened.

"Yes."

"With you here, there's really nothing to worry about."

"Let's go!"

"We must find the scent of our sister—Vortigern. We have to find out what's going on!"

A few minutes later.

Inside the military camp at the front.

Ian, Artoria, and Morgan sat together.

"elder sister."

"Did you feel it?"

“That aura, that aura from Vortigern.”

Since Artoria was so direct, Morgan naturally didn't bother with any pleasantries.

"Sister, of course I can feel it."

"Furthermore, I also know where this aura comes from."

"..."

A flicker of surprise crossed Artoria's eyes, but it was only for a moment.

Once you remove your prejudices against someone, your evaluation becomes much more objective—for example, Artoria now acknowledges that her sister is truly a rare magical genius of this era.

Knowing such a secret doesn't seem surprising.

"Then just say it, sister."

"Ah."

Morgan nodded.

"Do you remember that we've already made use of the magic of the British ley lines?"

"..."

“You mean…” Artoria hesitated slightly.

"Yes."

"It's just what you think."

"us--"

Morgan pointed to himself.

"If he can make use of the earth's veins so easily, he can naturally do the same."

"Britain has not completely chosen to stand with us."

"This sounds pretty tricky."

Artoria did not dismiss Morgan's idea.

"But sister, since you've put it that way, there must be some way, right?"

"Do not."

Morgan smiled and shook his head.

"This time, I have no other choice."

"but."

The princess of Britain looked at Ian beside her.

“I’m not worried, because Ian is here, isn’t he?”

"That's what my sister thinks too."

Artoria laughed too.

But that smile quickly came to an abrupt end.

“But sister, we have to find a way to move forward—but that kind of aura can also become an obstacle for us.”

"We can't just send the knights on adventures for no reason, can we?"

"..."

"..."

The discussion fell silent for a moment.

Only Ian spoke up at this moment:

"If that's the case, then all we need to do is find a way to make everyone unafraid of that aura, right?"

The dragon's thinking remains as simple and clear as ever.

However, Artoria, who had already been "assimilated" to a considerable extent, was quickly drawn into his mindset.

"elder sister."

"Can you research and create such magic tricks?"

"It's like disguising everyone as 'dragons,' or something even more extreme."

Morgan certainly couldn't possibly misunderstand Artoria's meaning.

"You mean, you want to use this method to boost everyone's morale?"

"Correct."

"If everyone realizes that they are dragons, perhaps there will be some change in the situation."

"..."

Morgan remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

“But Artoria, this only makes them think they are dragons.”

"But I... have a better way."

Seeing Morgan's hesitant expression, Artoria knew that the "better way" she mentioned would come with a "greater price."

"Sister, just tell me."

"How to do?"

“It’s simple.” Morgan approached Ian. “We have real dragons, don’t we?”

"If only his blood could bathe the knights."

“As a true dragon, I think the aura emanating from Vortigern should be nothing to fear.”

Morgan did not continue speaking.

She knew that such a request would be quite difficult for both herself and Artoria to accept.

And this is indeed the case.

Artoria remained silent in the face of Morgan's proposal.

After all, bathing in so much blood would be incredibly damaging to Ian.

"..."

"Is blood enough?"

Seeing the two silent figures, Ian suddenly spoke up at this moment.

“Ian, you…”

"answer me."

Before Artoria could finish speaking, Ian interrupted her once again.

Is this all there is to it?

"Correct."

Morgan nodded.

"If we could have your blood, I think the soldiers could continue advancing despite this strange aura."

Morgan had barely finished speaking.