Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Holding her magic wand, she walked forward step by step, facing the wind and rain blowing towards her.

The cold rain felt like sharp blades as it swept across her cheeks.

"..."

Morgan's hands were trembling.

Her body still harbors the magic that Ian left for her that day.

If all the previous demands were driven by desire, then this time, it is for Britain.

No.

If we're really going to talk about it, this should be considered a kind of desire, right?

Morgan raised his wand.

In an instant, a huge blue halo surrounded her.

It's something that would amaze even someone who has never studied magic.

it……

It was even resisting the lightning and thunder.

Morgan always knew exactly what he needed to do.

Even now.

Turning the British Isles into a ship or something is no simple matter.

At least……

From a fundamental perspective, this is tantamount to uprooting the foundation of the British Isles.

As the lord of the island, he had already forged a bond with Britain through battle.

You could say that the island of Britain is Morgan, and Morgan is the island of Britain.

but--

This won't work.

Although he was an existence in the true sense of the British Isles, he was not afraid of Tiamat's rain.

But other people (or rather, other dragons) can't.

and so……

No matter what, I must take them with me when I leave.

even if...

They paid a heavy price, even their lives, for this.

Trembling.

My hands are trembling.

As Morgan watched the logs flying off to every corner of Britain because of his call, he found himself afraid.

This is not just any piece of wood, but something imbued with Morgan's beliefs, destined to carry the island of Britain on its journey.

If he did indeed die after this ceremony that swept across Britain ended.

So--

They will also carry the people of Britain to the other side of the New World.

However, he would no longer be there, nor would the name Morgan remain.

The witch of Britain will become the fuel for the ship of Britain, forever.

And the seeds that the dragon left behind that night will probably be buried forever in the bottom of the British ship.

It turns out that sacrifices are always silent, and no one needs to know about them.

Morgan understood this perfectly at that moment.

but……

She has no regrets.

She loved Britain so much that she was willing to pay any price.

but……

If possible, I truly hope that my soul can reunite with him at some point.

Morgan thought this to himself, and then closed his eyes.

Goodbye, Britain.

as well as……

he.

Just as Morgan was thinking this, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Ian, hurry! Get your sister out of here!"

"Roar—"

what? !

Why is Artoria with Ian?!

190. Morgan: Is this a confession...?

"..."

Morgan turned around and saw Ian, who had completely transformed into a dragon.

His enormous body raced across the skies of Camelot, whipping up fierce winds in the rain of Tiamat.

The originally disordered rainwater was completely disrupted, churning into a vortex-like shape.

And atop that dragon was Artoria, who was also soaked by the rain.

At this moment, she has grasped the Rhongomyniad, the spear that shines at the end.

Even in such a terrible environment, the light of rumors can still be seen.

"Ian, bring your sister back!"

"Roar!"

The dragon roared and then charged toward the magic circle that Morgan had released!

"No, don't come here!"

Morgan shouted.

Only after she had orchestrated all of this did she realize just how terrifying the magic she was using was.

Even Ian...

They will certainly be harmed by such an impact.

That's absolutely not acceptable!

Wasn't the reason that they didn't intend to say anything at first?

just now……

No!

However, Morgan's appeals had no effect.

Despite the heavy rain, the dragon and the king, still fearlessly, charged towards the towering blue light.

Buzz.

Morgan felt as if his consciousness had been violently struck by something.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself in an extremely dark space.

And standing in front of her was none other than Ian.

"Morgan, you were lying to me all along."

Almost instantly, Long uttered those words.

"You're not doing anything safe at all."

"..."

Morgan turned his head away.

She couldn't face him.

In the end, all she could utter were words that sounded like a sophistry:

"I wasn't in any danger... it's just that you think I was in danger."

"So, get out of here, Ian."

"I don't need help."

"You're lying to me again."

The dragon took a few steps forward until it was completely in front of her.

He grabbed her arm, and his movements were slightly trembling.

"do you know?"

"If this continues, you will disappear."

"..."

This was the first time Morgan had ever heard Ian speak in this tone.

But for some reason, the more he did this, the more courage Morgan felt he had.

"That's alright, Ian."

Morgan turned around and grabbed his arm.

"For me, being able to go from that situation at the beginning to where it is now is already an unimaginable happiness."

"so……"

"I don't feel regret or remorse. My life has been perfect."

"I...have no regrets."

Morgan looked directly into his eyes, as if he were saying his final goodbye.

"Being able to give all this to the Britain I love is the best ending for me."

"But I have regrets."

After listening to Morgan's words, Ian gave his own answer.

At that moment, even though Morgan tried his best to deny something, he still confirmed one thing—that he was really angry.

“My mother told me that humans are very good at deception, especially women, who will do everything they can to cheat the men they have chosen.”

"Now I have confirmed that this kind of thing exists."

"But--"

"I think I can forgive you."

“Because I discovered…” the dragon’s breath drew ever closer, “that not seeing you is something I find even harder to accept than enduring your lies.”

"Morgan, I can't do it."

"So, I can't let you leave like this."

"..."

Morgan paused for a moment before speaking in a low voice.

Are you confessing your feelings to me?