Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Flames continued to extend towards Camelot, following the trails left by the white dragons' previous attack.

It looked like a scene from hell.

Flames kept emerging from the cracks in the ground until everything they touched was stained red.

"This……"

Standing atop the city wall, looking at everything before her, Mei Liuqina's expression naturally held a degree of doubt.

However, when she thought about how it was Ian and Morgan's decision, she swallowed all her thoughts, no matter how many she had in mind.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't come any closer! If you get burned, who knows what the consequences will be!"

The petite swordsman organized the evacuation, silently providing support in his own way.

The scorching heat of the flames continued.

After all, this time the target is something much deeper.

However, this is clearly not something that can be done just by talking.

Seeing Ian unleashing his full power, Artoria couldn't help but feel worried and heartbroken.

"Sister, can't we even stop for a moment?"

"At least let Ian rest for a bit, okay?"

“I know you’re heartbroken for him, Artoria.” Morgan clenched her fist as she watched the flames still rising and spewing towards the ground.

"Me too."

"but--"

"He's the source of everything, so all we can do is trust him completely, right?"

"Do not worry."

Morgan patted Artoria on the shoulder.

"I will always be aware of him."

"If there is any real problem, we will stop immediately."

"..."

Artoria remained silent.

She really wanted to help, but her talent in magic wasn't as high as she had imagined.

but--

Things always seem to turn around very quickly.

After burning for another full day, Morgan, who had been by his side, suddenly showed a look of surprise.

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest and quickly activated the magic of communication.

"younger sister--"

"Coming right now!"

Some time later, Artoria received Morgan's magical summons and came to her side.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Why are you calling so urgently? Has something happened?"

"I need your help."

"help?"

"right--"

Morgan's expression became much more serious than before.

"At any given time, only one 'tree' can exist in Britain. If a new 'tree' is not planted at the same time as the previous 'tree' is dealt with, the place will be judged as unsuitable for planting."

"..."

Artoria wanted to ask her sister how she knew so much, but then she realized that such a question was completely meaningless.

After all, that's definitely not what we need to focus on right now.

"What should we do, sister?"

"Pierce it in with all your might!"

"..."

"know."

Once again, a gun gleaming with golden light appeared.

Artoria became completely focused.

You only get one chance.

Once you miss it, you'll never have it again.

Something must be done—

For Camelot, for Britain.

Amidst the burning flames, the King of Camelot ascended the dragon's head.

"Shining in the Spear of the End (Rhongomyniad) —!"

Golden light and crimson flames swirled together, then surged into the depths of the earth like a dragon.

The powerful forces collided, causing a shockwave that resembled an explosion.

"Now—"

Unafraid of the terrifying scene before them.

Morgan used all his strength to blast forward.

The next second, blue light rose into the sky, and even the magician's eyes lit up with excitement.

"done!"

"We did it!"

181. The Flowering Time of the Imaginary Tree

This is--

A scene beyond the imagination of all Camelots.

The "imaginary tree" that had been planted was cut down at this moment, but in the same instant, Morgan "replanted" it deep within Camelot.

Boom.

Boom.

The earth began to shake.

It was as if something was about to break through the ground.

"Be careful--"

Morgan warned Ian and Artoria, but the next moment, the black dragon carried him on its shoulder and flew into the sky.

Her words soon became reality.

Huge trees stretched out from the fire-ravaged hollow like a mountain train, growing at a speed that even surpassed the speed at which a dragon could fly.

If Ian hadn't adjusted his direction in time, he probably would have been hit by a car already.

"This……"

Holding the Rhongomyniad spear that shone at the end, Artoria cautiously surveyed the trees, which could be described as insane.

"Sister, are you sure it's okay?"

"I... I feel like something's wrong."

“There won’t be any problems.” Morgan answered Artoria’s question almost instantly, as if he had anticipated all of this.

"Don't forget, this thing has already grown here once."

"We... just 'moved' it back."

It wasn't really moving.

After all, in a sense, the new "tree" and the old "tree" are not the same entity, but now it seems that such a distinction is not very meaningful.

The "tree" is still growing at an extremely alarming rate.

Artoria was always worried about such a thing appearing in Camelot.

"Ian, can we follow them?"

"Roar—"

The dragon responded with this, and after its roar echoed across the sky, it flapped its enormous wings and began its pursuit.

But it must be said that...

The life trajectory of a tree is truly terrifying.

Just like the name Morgan gave it, its appearance, its disappearance, and its current growth are all shrouded in mystery.

Even Ian needed extraordinary strength to catch up with the tree.

Upon reaching the treetop, Artoria saw something unexpected.

That is--

An existence that I have never seen before, standing at the very top of the "tree".

It glowed with a faint blue light, looking like a gemstone. Even though Artoria wasn't very skilled in magic, she could feel the overflowing magic power emanating from its surface.

While it wasn't frightening, it still gave off a sense of unease.

"elder sister……"

“Yes, I know,” Morgan replied softly to Artoria. “That’s what we need, sister.”

"A magic that can change the status quo and make everything different."

"Of course... whether it's like this or not is still up for debate, but we don't have much time left."

“Tiamat could arrive at any time, and we must do something before then.”

When Tiamat was mentioned, Artoria's expression turned serious.

She had never met Ian's mother, but she learned from Morgan how eccentric she was.

While it's possible my sister might have exaggerated, for now—

This is the enemy who wants to steal her husband.

"What else to do?"

“Wait for it to ‘bloom’,” Morgan said calmly.

She is no longer the person who would go mad for the throne.

"If you'd like, maybe you could do something else with that gun you have."

"After all, in a sense, it is also connected with the 'tree' in front of us."

"..."

Artoria stood up once again.

Throwing the Rhongomyniad (the spear that shines at the end of time) is no easy task.

At least the first throw had already exhausted her considerable energy.

After all, no matter how you look at it, it's not a gun in the real sense. It was only made to look like a "gun" so that I could understand it.

but--