Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Morgan looked out the window.

"We might need to use that 'tree'."

161. Artoria: Do you still remember your mother?

Making use of "trees" is not a simple matter.

At least for now, Morgan's research is far from being something Camelot can freely control.

but--

Both Morgan and Artoria were very clear about one thing.

That is, if things continue like this, once Tiamat finds the way to Britain, they will definitely be in a dangerous situation.

"elder sister."

Artoria and Morgan's eyes met at that moment.

No amount of words would make any sense at this moment.

"Then, I'll leave it to you."

“It’s not that I need to say these things to you in this tone,” Morgan sighed. “I can only say that this is for my own sake, and for yours.”

"Even more..."

Morgan turned to look at Ian, who was sandwiched between her and Morgan.

"For him."

Morgan and Artoria's plan began.

The former then led the large group of magic apprentices to the location of the "tree" once again, attempting to understand the reason for its existence from its very foundation.

The latter, on the other hand, shifted his focus to Ian.

Since Tiamat is his mother, there must be some way to get information from him.

But having said that——

Even though she was alone in the room with Ian, Artoria still felt an overwhelming sense of joy.

After all, now I really don't have to worry about him leaving me, and I can sit here with him like this without any worries.

"Ian, have a drink."

As Artoria said this, she picked up the bottle filled with fine wine and began to pour it for Ian.

As the wine was poured out, its rich aroma filled the room—something almost impossible before the "tree" appeared.

"Ah."

Ian nodded, and then picked up the glass that was full of wine.

only……

Dragon didn't seem to like this kind of thing, so he only took a few sips before putting the glass down.

"What, don't you like it?" Artoria noticed Ian's behavior and asked softly.

Is it because the wine itself tastes bad?

"Do not."

Ian shook his head.

"I just feel that as your knight, I shouldn't be drinking so much."

"After all, if anyone has a problem with you, I have to protect you, so... I absolutely cannot let alcohol control me."

"Eh?"

Ian's reasoning was straightforward, but also very real—that's what he would say.

Artoria felt a warmth in her heart, but at the same time, she became even more clear-headed.

That's right.

She liked him so much, she absolutely couldn't just take Tiamat back like that.

With that thought in mind, Artoria picked up the wine glass and fed it to Ian.

"It's ok."

"Now, no one will dare to harm me, Ian, you can rest assured."

"..."

Facing Artoria's gaze directly, Ian seemed to be confirming something.

After a long while, he finally nodded.

"it is good."

Ian took the wine glass from the king's hand and drank it all in one gulp.

This seems to be his true self, only he has become somewhat different from before because he wants to protect Artoria.

"..."

Watching Ian drink the wine, Artoria felt as if she had finally found some courage at that moment.

She quickly followed up with:

"Ian, do you remember your mother?"

"..."

Ian was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Artoria to ask such a question.

Seeing his reaction, the latter began to worry that he might have asked the wrong question.

Fortunately, this predicament only lasted a short while.

Because Ian nodded quickly.

"Of course I remember my mother."

"I will always remember her."

"..."

Sensing that Ian's tone was no different from before, Artoria cautiously continued to ask.

"Then, compared to you... is she more capable?"

"meeting."

Ian answered Artoria's question almost without hesitation.

"My mother is far stronger than I am."

"Anything I can do, she can do too."

Unsurprisingly, Artoria felt that Ian's statement underestimated Tiamat.

After all, according to her sister's description, it was an existence that influenced Britain from a completely different time and space.

how to think……

They should all be at least far above the level of Vottigeng.

"Then, are you afraid of her?" Artoria asked after thinking for a moment.

"I'm not afraid."

Ian gave his answer without hesitation, as if he had already reached a consensus on this in his heart.

“That’s my mother. I’m not afraid of her no matter what.”

"Aren't you afraid that she'll use some force to take you away from Britain?" Artoria pressed.

"Of course I'm scared."

"In fact, I think she will do it."

As Ian said this, he took Artoria's hand.

"But I think fear is meaningless—many things won't disappear because of fear, nor will they change because of fear."

"If that's the case, what's the point of being afraid? Instead of being afraid... shouldn't we be making changes?"

"..."

Artoria's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

She had to admit to something her sister Morgan had said.

That is the dragon before us, which clearly does not understand humans, yet often sees things more clearly than any human.

No.

It's not that we see things clearly, but rather that we don't complicate the issue.

Yes.

What's the point of being afraid?

Does being afraid mean Tiamat won't come?

Does worrying about Tiamat mean it will disappear?

That's obviously impossible.

“I see.” Artoria nodded, indicating her agreement with Ian’s statement. “Indeed, we shouldn’t be afraid, because nothing can be changed.”

"However, do you have any more information about your mother, Tiamat?"

"Maybe... it might help us too—Ian, you're on our side, right?"

"..."

The dragon did not answer Artoria's question, but instead fell into deep thought.

That was one of the few times he showed them how he thought about things.

"The sea," he finally replied.

"ocean?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “My mother loves the sea.”

"If she really is going to come to Britain, it will definitely be related to the sea."

162. Britain Flying into the Sky?

Morgan's research is ongoing.

of course.

Not all efforts will be rewarded.

No matter how hard you try, there will always be an upper limit to your understanding of things you have never encountered before.

However, Morgan did not come up empty-handed.

At least now, she understands that this "tree" that appeared in Britain can produce things beyond her imagination.

Will it come from the sea?

As Morgan read the letter from Artoria, he stood on the cliff, looking out at the sea on the horizon.

"Is Britain about to face a real enemy?"

"..."

Morgan remained silent, and then continued his study of the "tree".

Meanwhile, in the city of Camelot.

"It seems like they're on high alert again."

Bagst couldn't help but say this as he watched the knights getting busy.