Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"Confession?"

"What is that?" Long asked, puzzled. "I just... said what I wanted to say."

"So, this is what they call confessing your love?"

"..."

Dragons' straightforwardness can sometimes cleverly ruin what should be a romantic atmosphere.

But it is precisely because of this that we can better confirm true feelings.

"Then what do you think constitutes a confession?"

"To tell the words you want to say to the person you want to tell them, isn't that already..."

Before Morgan could finish speaking, she was kissed in the center of darkness.

She wanted to resist, but she couldn't.

For Ian, controlling another human was far too easy.

But Morgan knew that at this moment, he had to face not only himself, but also the surging magic power that came with the release of the magic.

That's right.

He kissed himself while enduring the pain.

The hand that was pounding on him gradually lost its strength.

for a long time--

Morgan was released by Ian.

She looked at him and said softly.

"Are you some kind of idiot?"

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts," Ian answered without hesitation. "But... there are things that need to be taken seriously and accepted even more than pain."

"I will bear all of this with you."

"you……"

Morgan completely gave up the fight.

Her soul and his soul merged once again.

The towering blue light shone even brighter at that moment.

Artoria, who was unable to participate, quickly realized what had happened—

This wasn't the first time she'd learned that her sister and Ian had such a deep bond.

Artoria had already witnessed this once before, when they were fighting against Vortigern.

So--

The task at hand is already quite clear.

She leaped from the sky, gripping the Rhongomyniad spear that shone brightly, and plummeted directly towards the blue light.

For an instant.

A huge halo unfolded in the sky above Camelot.

Then, it spread out from this point in all directions until it surrounded the entire island of Britain.

"We will not sacrifice anyone—"

"No matter who it is, it won't do!"

At that moment, the Rhongomyniad, the spear of the end, shone with a light far more intense than ever before, completely obscuring the original blue light.

"Roar——!"

The dragon's roar echoed through the sky.

A colossal figure also flew out along the light shining from the Rhongomyniad, as if it had embarked on some kind of path.

Click.

Click.

A trembling sound came from underground.

In the depths of the sea, an unprecedented tremor occurred.

fracture.

It shattered.

segmentation.

hiss--

Seawater continuously flows down the edge of the island.

Britain, take to the skies!

191. Britain, take flight!

This is a scene that rivals a fantasy world.

The enormous island of Britain, under Morgan's magical influence, actually flew into the air like a ship.

The wood that had been collected in the past was arranged along the outline of the British Isles to form a fence-like structure.

Lord Camelot, who had already transformed into dragons, was still looking at all this in confusion, while the children were already cheering and jumping for joy.

"It's flying!"

"Britain has taken flight!"

This is a rather delicate situation.

only--

Morgan, who had been brought back from the self-sacrificing magic by Ian and Artoria, was in a completely different mood from them.

"Ian, let's go back first."

"Roar—"

The black dragon's roar echoed through the air.

A huge figure swept across the sky, then paralleled the flying British Isles, and then surpassed them.

After a while.

Inside Camelot's castle.

Ian, now in human form, had donned knight's armor and was waiting beside Artoria.

Before them stood a weary-looking Morgan.

"..."

After a long silence, Artoria finally spoke.

"elder sister……"

"If you want to blame me, just say it now, Artoria."

Morgan met his sister's gaze.

I know you'll definitely think I'm stupid.

“I know I’m being stupid… but it’s the only way I can think of, so even if it’s not perfect, it’s the only possibility for me.”

"I……"

"I am indeed very angry."

Before Morgan could finish speaking, Artoria's rebuke had already begun.

"However, I'm not angry about your plan."

"I just……"

"I'm angry that you didn't tell me and Ian about this and discuss it with us."

Artoria became more and more excited as she spoke.

"Didn't we agree that no matter what happens in the future, we'll face it together? Has my sister... already forgotten about that?"

"..."

In the past, Morgan would never have believed that Artoria would say such a thing.

but now……

She knew these were words from the other person's heart.

"I just……"

"I just don't want you to get involved in this danger."

“But—” Ian also came up to Morgan.

"Wouldn't we be in danger just the same without you?"

"In Britain, no one knows more about that thing called magic than you."

The knight took the great magician's hand and helped her up little by little.

“Morgan…Britain needs you.”

"..."

"Really..."

Flanked by Ian and Artoria, Morgan's expression gradually shifted from guilt to emotion.

"you……"

"All right."

"Say nothing more." Artoria stopped Morgan. "From now on, don't consider any plans that involve sacrificing yourself."

"Do not."

"It should be said that even sacrificing one person is unacceptable."

"Britain must survive such a disaster."

"..."

"That's easy for you to say, sister." Morgan returned to her usual self. "Sacrificing me alone was already the best option."

"You're not even willing to pay this price now? Is that really possible?"

"It's definitely possible."

Artoria gave her answer almost without hesitation.

"You see, didn't you initially think that you had to sacrifice yourself for Britain to take off?"

"but now……"

"Isn't it unnecessary now?"

"..."

"So, what exactly did you do, Artoria?" Morgan recalled the scene from that time.

Having achieved a spiritual connection with Ian, her perception of the outside world was reduced to a very low level.

Morgan could only sense what Artoria did on her own, but he didn't know what it was.

"I only used a few tricks, sister."

As Artoria spoke, she conjured the Rhongomyniad, the spear that shone in the end.

The golden light shone brightly in the hall, and for a moment it seemed to bring the old wood back to life.