Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

This seems to be a completely unsolvable binary choice.

In any case, there is bound to be one side that will be rejected.

Morgan realized this, and so did the knights.

They looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

But Ian didn't understand these things.

All he knew was that these knights, who had just spoken rudely to Artoria, showed no sign of apologizing.

Siha——

Siha——

Artoria sensed his restlessness beside her.

She quickly grabbed him.

"Ian, don't do this—"

"Everyone just doesn't know which of us to acknowledge."

Artoria looked at the Caliburn sword of certain victory in her hand.

It carried the warmth of his and her bodies.

It was a moment that witnessed the two working together.

So, don't be angry.

"..."

"understood."

The girl's few simple words calmed the boy who was about to explode.

"As long as they know who they are, that's enough, right?"

"Yes, it is……"

"Give me the sword."

"..."

Without hesitation, Artoria handed him the Caliburn sword, the sword of certain victory.

She knew he would never do anything that would be detrimental to himself.

only--

When the next scene came into the girl's view, she realized that she had underestimated him.

After receiving the Caliburn sword, Ian deliberately raised it high, drawing the attention of all the knights.

then.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, he came to his senses and looked at Artoria.

No more words.

There were no exaggerated movements.

The boy performed the knightly salute, which he had somehow learned, and knelt on one knee.

He presented the Caliburn sword, a symbol of certain victory, as a treasure.

Then came a simple statement.

"king--"

In that instant, all the knights understood the outcome of this king election.

Silence.

Then came the clamor.

Despite their reluctance, the knights still offered their loyalty.

"The new king of Britain—"

"We will follow in your glory."

At that moment, Morgan finally realized what he was missing.

That's right.

It was that knight who dared to lead the way in offering his loyalty under such circumstances.

Hey.

distortion.

Crazy.

And at that very moment, she heard a distant sound.

“Ian—”

Where are you?

"Don't abandon your mother—"

Black crystals...

Spoken?

17. Morgan: I'll help you find your son! (1/3)

Instead of seeing Artoria's awkward departure, I heard an unfamiliar voice.

Morgan, who was initially somewhat disheartened, suddenly realized that this might be an opportunity.

To know……

This small piece of black crystal was enough to create magic that made it impossible for Artoria to move.

If a closer connection could be established—

Morgan glanced around and, after confirming that almost everyone was cheering for Artoria, quietly left the stage.

She passed through the royal court and returned to her room.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan, believing he was ready, began to tentatively touch the black crystal.

"Um, you are—"

Morgan regretted it as soon as he asked the question.

Because what followed was a hysterical roar.

"It's you!"

"You took my son away!"

"give me back!"

"Give him back to me!"

"Or I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"

"..."

Morgan considered himself a fairly calm person.

But the sound emanating from the black crystal still made her tremble slightly.

She didn't know the other person, but she could imagine a hysterical mother.

As the other party grew angry, the concentration of magic power in the black crystal also increased dramatically.

Can't go wrong.

This is something she created through some means.

Perhaps it's projection, or some other method.

In short, it's her.

A seemingly absurd plan was born in Morgan's mind.

"Please don't be so angry."

"The princess of Britain said politely."

“I am not the one who took your son away.”

"Then why did you contact me—"

The roar grew increasingly terrifying.

"Don't you know I'm looking for him?!"

"Don't stop me!"

"..."

The resentment was so intense that Morgan even wondered if he would be killed if he were standing in front of the other person.

However, this danger only excited her more.

"Because I want to help you find your son."

"..."

The voice fell silent.

Clearly, the offer Morgan made was valuable enough to the mother in the crystal.

"who are you?"

"Morgan."

Reflecting on everything that had happened that day, the abandoned British woman added another sentence.

"I will eventually become the king of this place."

"..."

“Tiamat, I allow you to call me that.”

After exchanging names, Tiamat quickly continued.

"So, why should I believe you can help me find my son?"

"Just because you're a so-called king?"

"of course not--"

Morgan picked up the staff from the bedside table.

She focused her energy and concentrated certain substances onto the black crystal in her hand.

That was a magic trick that mimicked Tiamat's roar in reverse.

Only a genius magician like Morgan could comprehend such a technique in such a short time.

"I understand what it feels like to have something important taken away, just like you do."

"I understand you."

I understand you.

"Tiamat, trust me!"

The thought processes of those who wander seem to be surprisingly consistent.

Sensing the emotional fluctuations transmitted back by Morgan, Tiamat, alone in the Sea of ​​Life, gradually transformed back into human form.

"Your pain seems to be no less than mine."

"Morgan, perhaps you really can understand me—"

"..."

Morgan gave a wry smile.