Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

After the shadowy figure was completely torn apart by the monster that was beside Artoria, the abandoned daughter of Britain realized that this path was not going to work.

After all, you can sense the strength of the other party.

Damn...

Could this be another scheme orchestrated by my biased father?

Thinking of this, Morgan gritted his teeth in anger.

She hated this unfair fate.

but--

Morgan recovered quickly.

Because she knew that getting angry wouldn't help the situation at all.

Artoria could still hum a little tune and still get the throne, while he could only watch helplessly.

But what should be done?

Boom——

There was another loud noise.

A thunderclap struck not far from Morgan.

The flowers and plants that were touched burst into flames instantly, but were quickly extinguished by the wind and rain.

Are you laughing at me too?

Morgan felt an urge to raise one of his fingers.

But in the end, as a member of the British royal family, she was unable to do such a thing.

but--

As if in response to Morgan's restraint, she quickly noticed the anomaly at the location of the lightning strike.

That is……

Traces of magic.

As the rightful heir to Britain, Morgan was well-versed in the magic of this era.

Few would doubt that she is the most outstanding magician.

And she certainly understood the source of the magic.

Everything in the world can provide magic; it's just a matter of how much or how little.

but……

This time, it was clearly excessive.

That goes far beyond the level of the concept of "lightning" after it has been implemented.

A cold wind blew across Morgan's face.

A few strands of that beautiful silver hair also lifted slightly.

Her intuition told her.

Something's fishy about this.

After a moment's hesitation, despite the uproar in the city, Morgan left his room.

Without informing anyone, she passed through the royal court and came to the street outside.

The cold rain fell on Morgan, but it did not dampen her desire to find out what was going on.

Closer.

Morgan soon discovered that his intuition was correct.

There was indeed extraordinary magic at the place where the thunder struck.

That could never be something produced by ordinary thunderstorms.

As the rain poured down, Morgan looked up at the sky above.

It continues to roar, as if it has an endless rage.

Speaking of which——

That is indeed strange.

Since the prophecy began to circulate, Britain had not seen such rain for a long time.

After all, the whole of Britain was in a state of decline.

This sudden rain feels like something out of the ordinary has disturbed this land that should have remained lifeless.

Boom——

There was another thunder.

This time, Morgan felt as if he heard a mournful cry.

Illusion?

isn't it?

wrong--

I didn't come here to investigate this.

Let's set aside our concerns about whether it's an illusion or something else.

Standing in the strange rain, Morgan bent down to examine the thunder.

To her surprise...

In just a short while, blood-black crystals grew on the spot where the thunder had struck.

That intense magic emanates from it.

"..."

Morgan looked around.

Such crystals were so conspicuous that she quickly realized they weren't found anywhere else.

This seems to be both a coincidence and an inevitability.

The princess, abandoned by Britain, did not hesitate any longer.

She quickly began collecting the things on the ground, disregarding her image.

Although somewhat disheveled, Morgan had a feeling that what appeared before him at this moment was definitely not so simple.

Some time later, she returned to her room, soaking wet.

The wet feeling is not pleasant.

But she felt quite excited.

Click, click, click.

Morgan placed the crystals on the bed.

She carefully examined each crystal in her hand and soon reached further conclusions.

High purity——

high quality--

Each crystal here is probably equivalent to the magic of an ordinary magician's entire life.

Even Morgan had to marvel at something of this caliber.

This is probably the only time she's been lucky in all these years.

only……

What can it be used for?

Morgan covered his forehead.

She felt like one of those nouveau riche, having enough wealth but not knowing what to do with it.

Just now.

There was a boom.

Morgan's attention was once again drawn to it.

She struggled to explain whether it was a guide or just her own imagination.

But looking in the direction where the thunderbolt struck, Morgan found himself suddenly having an idea.

That is--

The location of the Sword of Kings.

At the moment the prophecy was born, a sword was thrust into a stone in the square there.

Naturally, that place became the site of the prophecy.

"Whoever pulls out the sword there can become the new king of Britain."

Every day, countless knights come here.

They were all eager to try and pull out the sword stuck in the stone.

But Morgan knew.

No one will succeed.

Because it was just a show put on for everyone.

Only one person can draw the sword.

That was Artoria.

The rest are merely "actors" who unwittingly got caught up in the process of promoting the legitimacy of this succession.

Morgan could sense it too.

The stone was imbued with extremely powerful magic.

Even if one wanted to destroy it by oneself, it would be impossible.

but now--

Everything is the same now.

Morgan turned to look at the black crystals on his bed.

If it was impossible to do it before because of a lack of conditions, it's completely different now.

I possess so many magical crystals.

It's entirely possible to set up a magic trick on an even higher level.

Even Artoria, who was already chosen, was unable to pull the sword out of the stone.

In this way, the predetermined selection of the king will no longer exist, and everything will return to tradition.

That's right.

This must have appeared so that I could do this.

This is a gift from fate!

So I haven't been completely abandoned after all.

Every inch of land in Britain.

They would never just hand it over like that!

In the rain.

The princess's cold smile gradually turned distorted.

Her struggle began.