Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Ian answered without hesitation.

His gaze had already met Morgan's, looking towards the distant sky.

"Back then, you wouldn't allow me to burn it."

"Have you changed your mind now?"

“I will never change my mind, Ian.”

Under the cover of night, Morgan quietly took Ian's hand.

That was a bold move he would only dare to make if all the other apprentices had been sent away.

After all, if he did this for no reason, it would inevitably attract some gossip to his sister.

It didn't matter before, but it can't be like that now.

"Don't you think there's any connection between what you just tasted and this?"

"..."

Ian did not answer Morgan's question.

He chose a simpler and more direct way to verify her identity: he simply grabbed her finger and asked her to do it again.

Morgan didn't mind him doing that.

Soon, Dragon proved Morgan's words using his preferred verification methods.

"They are indeed consistent."

"what have you done?"

“What did you do, Ian?” Morgan’s expression turned serious. “This is… something that was ‘dug up’ based on you.”

"don't know."

Long expressed his thoughts very frankly.

"I shouldn't have been around you during this time."

"So, why is this related to me?"

“Just because you’re not here doesn’t mean I don’t have any information about you, Ian.”

Morgan flicked her fingers slightly, and then a large blue halo appeared under her feet, eventually enveloping her entirely.

"Ian, do you know?"

"This 'tree' originally did not have the potential to grow so lushly."

"It was you who brought all of this to light."

"..."

Ian tilted his head slightly, clearly still quite puzzled by what Morgan had said.

Perhaps, for dragons, this riddle-like meaning is still too difficult to understand.

However, Morgan didn't seem to care.

She looked up at the starry sky above her and asked softly:

“Ian, do you remember how you came to Britain?”

"..."

Following Morgan's lead, Ian recalled the day he ran away from his mother, Tiamat.

He quickly gave his answer.

“My mother wished that I could stay in the Sea of ​​Life.”

"but--"

"For me, that's something I can't accept."

"so."

Ian raised his hand, which was covered with dense black scales.

It was something that even swords and blades would fear.

“I used everything my mother taught me to break free from those shackles, and finally came to Britain, where I met Artoria.”

"..."

Although mentioning Artoria at the end made Morgan slightly unhappy.

However, she quickly composed herself.

"Ian, have you ever considered that those shackles really can be broken through in the ordinary way?"

"..."

“You mean…” Ian looked at his hands, “what happened back then?”

"Correct."

Morgan nodded.

"Although I am not there, I cannot understand what exactly is binding you."

"but--"

"If your appearance at that time brought about a terrible enough change to Britain, then everything would be clear, wouldn't it?"

"My appearance...?"

"Correct."

Morgan nodded.

“You did not come to Britain alone and meet Artoria.”

"The seed of this 'tree' was planted in Britain the day you came into existence."

"No, that might not be quite right."

Morgan took a deep breath and then grasped Ian's hand.

She could now understand why Tiamat was able to find her back then.

It was no coincidence.

It is an absolute inevitability.

Because Ian is a descendant of Tiamat, his arrival became the cornerstone for Tiamat's arrival here.

The seed of the "tree" was planted at that time.

"Ian."

"I think--"

"The real secret to controlling all of this lies within you."

180. Imaginary Tree Transplantation Project

A few days later.

Inside Camelot's castle.

Between the thrones, Morgan told Artoria about his discovery.

"That's it—"

The British magician's gaze shifted to Ian, who was standing to the side.

"If we want to realize our plan, he is an essential part of it."

"so."

Artoria's gaze did not fall on Ian like Morgan's.

Instead, she looked at her older sister.

"Sister, does that mean you already know what to do?"

"almost."

Morgan extended his finger.

The blue light that Ian had previously "tasted" was now floating faintly on her fingertips, looking rather beautiful.

“Sister, don’t forget, I can feel the breath of the British islands myself.”

"Now that I understand what's going on, it's even easier to do."

"..."

Artoria hesitated for a moment, then asked again.

"Can it be completed even without being next to that 'tree'?"

"Yes."

"This is actually just drawing on the existence of the British ley lines, and it wouldn't be difficult to make it grow again."

"..."

"Growing up again?"

Artoria suddenly realized something.

"Sister, you wouldn't be thinking of bringing the 'tree' to Camelot, would you?"

"That's right, my sister."

A resolute glint flashed in Morgan's eyes.

“If we only peer into the abyss at such secrets, we will never make progress. Only by mustering the courage to touch the hope that Ian has given us once again can we possibly fight against his mother.”

"I know this better than anyone else."

"..."

Artoria knew Morgan wasn't joking.

As the only woman who has truly witnessed Tiamat's power, she knows better than anyone else just how formidable Tiamat is.

"..."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Having said that——

Even with Artoria's support, such an idea was clearly still a bit of a pipe dream.

However, Morgan had absolute confidence in this.

She knew that as long as Ian was there, this wouldn't just be a fantasy, but a future that was entirely possible.

"Ian, please."

Morgan hugged the dragon.

"Go and find the roots of that 'tree'."

As the most powerful magician in Camelot and even in all of Britain, Morgan's judgment was absolutely correct.

The "tree" that came to Britain with Ian has indeed developed an extremely powerful and undeniable connection with the dragon itself.

Or rather—

It was because of his appearance that the "tree" came into being.

Therefore, it is not difficult to trace back to the source now.

not to mention……

I have already fully connected to the ley lines of Britain.

A black dragon appeared, its crimson flames scorching the streets of Camelot.

But that was not a sign of misfortune, but rather the gateway to a new world.