Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Morgan gave a cold laugh.

“You have no idea how powerful Camelot can be when united, Vortigern.”

"what?"

To the King's surprise, the black dragon temporarily repelled the three-headed white dragon with a blazing fire, and then swooped down to catch Morgan on its back.

The sisters of Britain gathered together at this moment.

"Fu Tigen".

"You're not the only one with dragons who can get help!"

Morgan raised his wand high.

"This is a dragon bestowed upon us by heaven!"

139. Morgan: Become one with me.

When exactly did this possibility come about?

Morgan himself no longer knew.

but--

Very happy.

This feeling of being completely trusted by the dragon beneath me was an experience I had never had before.

"younger sister."

"Can I borrow Ian for a while?"

Having boarded the enormous black dragon, Morgan spoke with a grim expression.

of course.

This was not an attempt to condemn his sister Artoria, but rather an expression of his growing dissatisfaction with the enemy, Vortigern.

Artoria could not possibly be unaware of Morgan's anger.

"I see."

"Sister, call me when you need me."

"I will, sister."

"Oh?"

Seeing that Morgan and Artoria had completely reconciled, Vortigern sneered.

"It seems that your grudges have been completely resolved."

"It's really not easy."

“We have never had any grudges, Voodoo.”

Holding his wand, Morgan stood atop the black dragon.

Her beautiful hair flew wildly in the wind generated by the fierce battle between the two dragons.

"It was all a scam set up by my foolish father."

"What I must do now is defeat all of Britain's enemies—"

"You won't be an exception!"

Morgan raised his wand high and pointed it to the sky.

A huge blue halo unfolded above the black dragon's head, completely enveloping its massive body.

In an instant, the patterns on the black dragon's body shone as if they had been infused with power.

"Dragon, devour my enemies!"

Morgan said this, and then poured all his magic into the dragon beneath him.

destiny……

What kind of being is it exactly?

The moment Morgan reconnected to the earth's veins, he already had the answer.

That is to accept everything you have received and acknowledge the consequences of it all.

Only in this way will the mockery of fate seem meaningless.

That's right.

In his blood, he truly believed himself to be the master of the entire British Isles.

However, this does not mean that the king of Britain must be himself.

and--

It is not only the king who can do things for Britain.

Really...

Why did I never think of all this before?

Why is it that we can't see all of this?

Morgan couldn't come up with an answer.

But she knew one thing—

Britain will absolutely not allow Vortigern to destroy it like this!

Morgan's body gradually became lighter.

What she didn't know was that in Artoria's eyes, she was already a completely different person.

"The fairies of that time..."

Artoria's eyes reflected Morgan's image until she and he were completely "united".

"Kill them, my knight."

Deep within the soul.

Morgan caressed Ian, who was still in human form, and then placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Britain is your home too."

"Roar—"

The black dragon roared to the sky.

The magical power it emitted even caused the sky to tremble slightly.

"..."

Vottigan, who had been so confident of victory just moments before, now had a furrowed brow.

"A dragon that possesses the power of Britain?"

"This is truly an unexpected existence."

"Roar——!"

Another roar.

This time, however, with the added advantage of the British Isles, the Black Dragon had no opponents who could stop him.

The three-headed white dragon, twisted from the souls of three Saxons, became utterly vulnerable.

Shila-

Shila-

A blue light flashed across the dragon's arm, as if it had received the help of a comet.

Sha.

Sha.

Steam billowed from the dragon's sharp teeth, and the space around it seemed to melt.

"A twisted soul should be destroyed."

"Britain, my other homeland, has no need for such a thing."

The dragon spoke in a voice that sounded like ancient language.

Then came an act that resembled revenge.

The three-headed white dragon, formed from the souls of the Saxons, emitted the sound of bones breaking and muscles tearing apart.

Click.

Click.

In an asymmetrical manner, countless cracks also appeared on the equally enormous body of the white dragon.

Blood splatters.

But this did not stop the black dragon; instead, it made him even more ferocious.

"Kill them."

"This is our enemy."

Morgan's whispers echoed.

at last.

As the white dragon's body broke into three pieces, the black dragon roared to the sky.

boom!

Another burst of flames.

Powered by magic, the black dragon began to burn everything around it.

"..."

All of this happened so quickly that it took Meryuchina and Bagst a while to react.

"Big guy, let's go!"

"understood!"

Reorganizing the few remaining knights, the two began to lead the effort to eliminate the white dragons that Ian had suppressed.

only--

Standing atop the black dragon that had become one with her sister Morgan, Artoria felt a sense of unease.

Despite his defeat, Vortigern showed no sign of unease.

On the contrary, he seemed to have anticipated all of this and appeared quite calm.

"Fu Tigen".

"You should know you lost, right?"

"I lost?"

Vottigeng burst into laughter.

"Artoria, what are you saying?"

"How could I possibly lose?"

"But your white dragons are no match for him at all. Defeat is only a matter of time."

"Ah."

Vottigeng gave a cold laugh.

"So you knew those weren't me, but Saxons."

"They lost, but did I lose?"

"..."