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"This is the holy lance that is enough to liberate the past."

"With it, the laws that transcend the status quo can temporarily reappear in this world."

"..."

"And after that?"

Morgan was not fooled by Artoria's hesitant words, but went straight to the heart of the problem.

"Such immense power cannot come without a price, Artoria."

"Or……"

"You just said you'd face the difficulties together, but now you want to shoulder them all alone?"

“Of course I wouldn’t do that, sister.”

Holding the Rhongomyniad, the spear that shines at the end, Artoria did not evade Morgan's question.

"The power of the Holy Lance has its limits."

The King of Camelot looked at the gleaming spear in his hand.

"This time and last time, although we haven't reached that limit yet, I know it does exist."

"..."

"So, this is actually a key that can be used an unknown number of times, right?"

Morgan quickly summarized Artoria's words.

"Correct."

"So before that, we must do something to achieve a plan that can support Britain's future."

"..."

"..."

Morgan and Artoria both fell silent.

That's right.

The problem is indeed very simple:

If a plan can be found to keep the British Isles in flight, all the problems will be solved.

But the real key question is, does such a plan actually exist?

It will unconditionally support the floating of the British Isles, without affecting the normal lives of the British people.

"Eh?"

Morgan and Artoria suddenly realized something at the same time.

"Sister, do you still remember that plan?"

"remember."

"It was the key to our initial assumption—that after the Camelots transformed into dragons, they were used to maintain the island's flight."

"But is it really possible?"

Artoria looked somewhat doubtful.

At that moment, Ian suddenly spoke up;

"So, all we need to do is get everyone moving as much as possible to keep the island of Britain beneath our feet flying, right?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

“After all, Britain has already broken away from its original location; all that’s left is to maintain it,” Morgan affirmed Ian’s statement.

"If that's the case—"

Ian looked at the sisters in front of him.

"Then perhaps I have already done it."

"what?!"

192. The power of dragons can also be used to save oneself.

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

On the streets of Camelot.

Countless dragons flew across the sky, leaving trails of black shadows on the streets.

"This is……"

As Mei Liuqina watched the flock of dragons flying across the sky, a different feeling appeared in her eyes.

"The Knights' army?"

Just as Melyuchina sensed, these dragons flying across the sky were not flying haphazardly.

They seemed to follow some kind of pattern, sweeping across the Camelot sky in perfect unison.

Just like a knight...

Melyuchina's premonition was soon confirmed.

Between the thrones, she saw Artoria.

Before Melyuchina could speak, Artoria spoke as if she knew what Melyuchina was going to say:

"How about it?"

"You're quite surprised by the dragon knights Ian trained, aren't you?"

"..."

Despite having prepared herself mentally to a considerable extent, Melyuchina couldn't help but show a somewhat questioning expression upon hearing Artoria's words.

"Training?"

"When was he trained?!"

"It was during this period." Artoria didn't hide anything and told Melyuchina everything.

"According to Ian, after they turned into dragons, their voices sounded different to him."

"is it?"

Although it still felt somewhat unbelievable, the name Ian helped Melyuchina accept everything.

"So they are now..."

"Use your own body to lift up the British Isles, Melyuchina."

Artoria took a deep breath, clearly trying to sound as calm as possible when she said those words.

However, all of this seemed to be in vain.

From Melyuchina's perspective, the King of Camelot still spoke with a moved tone.

Soon, the petite swordsman realized what was happening.

"You mean..."

"Are they obligated to take on the responsibility of making the entire island of Britain fly?"

"Correct."

Altria nodded.

"In that case, there's no need to worry about maintaining flights across Britain."

"..."

"Is this really possible?"

“This is… an entire island, Artoria.”

"If anyone were to slack off even for the slightest bit, it would be a disaster, wouldn't it?"

"Meliuqina said with some concern."

"Besides, is it really possible to do that?"

“Nobody knows what will happen, Melyuchina.” Artoria came to the window.

Although the British Isles did indeed fly like a dreamlike ship, its speed was extremely slow.

This actually made the view outside the window even more unique—you know, this was a sky much higher than before.

"But we have to give it a try, don't we?"

"Sitting idly by and waiting for death has never been the attitude that Camelot and Britain should have."

"But don't worry."

Artoria turned around, her expression resolute.

"My sister and I won't just sit idly by. We'll step in when necessary. That way, you won't have to worry so much, right?"

"..."

"I hope so," Meiliuqina said, though a vague unease still lingered in her heart.

However, she herself couldn't explain why.

at the same time.

the other side.

Perched on Ian's back, Morgan, wand in hand, surveyed his surroundings.

"Ian, are you sure you've explained to them clearly how to maintain the proper appearance of a dragon?"

"This concerns Camelot and even Britain. If we are careless, it could lead to serious problems."

"It won't be a problem."

Ian, now in the form of a black dragon, communicated with Morgan in a voice that was almost like a whisper.

"After they turned into dragons, they had a high level of understanding of everything I said."

"They... also really like the land beneath their feet, so there won't be any problems."

"is it?"

Hearing Ian make such a guarantee, Morgan didn't ask any further questions.

She simply nodded and then gestured for Ian to continue flying forward.

No.

To be precise, it should have flown downwards.

After sprinting for quite some time, Morgan, with Ian's help, soon arrived at the bottom of the "ship" of Britain.

This place was originally the foundation connecting the British Isles to the ley lines. After it was completely severed, it was surrounded by countless pieces of wood that had been collected in advance, forming a structure that truly resembled the bottom of a ship.

"A little closer, is that possible?" Morgan asked from the dragon's back.

"no problem."

As Black Dragon said this, he approached the bottom of the "ship".

"Is this okay?"

"Ah."

Morgan nodded.

Facing the fierce wind and rain and the occasional drifting clouds, Morgan raised his wand and pointed in that direction.

A blue halo quickly swept across the entire British ship as if scanning it.

"..."

Morgan's expression also turned serious.