Vena walked out of the cave. She raised her head, looking up at the white dragon descending from the sky, only feeling an unprecedented surge in her heart.
"So big," she couldn't help but exclaim.
In fact, she had long since heard about what happened that day from the bards—the legendary white dragon had shown the posture of a god, its spread wings could cover a town; it descended from the sky and made a final holy covenant with the chosen king of Britain, promising her to build an ideal kingdom on earth... similar poems had been very popular recently, and almost every tavern had someone singing that legendary experience.
But having heard of it, and seeing it with her own eyes, were ultimately two completely different feelings.
The phrase "a huge shadow that covers the town" didn't sound real, after all, Vena didn't know how big that town was. But when this pure white dragon god really descended before her, its majestic posture like a mountain instantly let her know what "supreme" in the true sense meant.
"Good evening, my lord. I hope I haven't disturbed your rest."
When everything had settled, Vena happily waved her hand and greeted Shiroryu. Her action seemed a bit casual, but in fact, this was the most normal way for [Monarch and Vassal] and [God and Priest] to get along. They were family, and a family whose interests were completely consistent and whose ideals were completely the same—who would bother with so many things with their own family?
"Come, my lord, look at this woman... believe me, she will absolutely not disappoint you!"
Vena walked into the cave and brought out that noble woman. At this moment, the ropes on this woman's body had been completely untied—Vena believed that she could no longer escape.
And Morgan did not struggle. In fact, at this moment, she was even clearer than Vena about the fact that she could no longer escape. She had known the fate of the "two dragons fighting" from Uther's mouth since she was a child, and had believed from the bottom of her heart that she was the final Red Dragon King. But now, the real white dragon had found her. This unworthy Red Dragon King of hers was about to be killed by her destined nemesis!
"But, but..."
Raising her head, looking up at the behemoth that was like a great mountain of white jade, the weak, pitiful, and helpless Red Dragon Princess's face was pale, her lips trembling—she had to admit the fear in her heart. But she still raised her head.
"I only ask for... a quick death!"
Morgan managed to open her mouth with great difficulty, as if forcing these few words out from the depths of her throat. Then she closed her eyes, and refused to say another word.
...
Faced with her fated nemesis, the proud Red Dragon Princess chose to die with dignity. The huge contrast she showed aroused Vena's curiosity—you know, just now in the cave, this woman was still chattering on and on, promising her various favorable conditions, just to be able to preserve her own life. At that time, Vena had thought that this was a woman who was afraid of death!
"But, Lord Dragon God, are you that scary? To scare her to the point of saying 'I only ask for a quick death'!"
Vena curiously sized up the white dragon before her. She admitted that this huge life form did indeed have a considerable sense of oppression. No matter who it was, standing in front of Him would only feel their own insignificance, and couldn't help but want to kneel... but that wasn't so terrifying as to be "afraid of being eaten," right?
In fact, quite the opposite. This white dragon gave Vena a very sacred feeling. The white light emanating from its scales was so pure and dreamlike, it was reassuring. Under the cover of this white light, Vena even had the urge to have a good sleep.
"So, Lord Dragon God, what's the deal with her? I feel a sense of familiarity from her... she seems very similar to that ahoge-little-sister from before, but she's definitely not the same person."
Vena curiously sized up this woman—at this moment, the black veil on Morgan's face had been taken off by her. The moonlight shone on her pale face, giving off a crystal-clear fluorescence.
"Look closely, besides the different hair color and figure, she's exactly the same person!"
It had to be admitted that Vena's intuition was very sharp. Or perhaps, the resemblance between this woman and Artoria was really too great—it was as if they were carved from the same mold.
"Ah, she's her older sister. The second red dragon on this island."
"Eh eh eh eh? There's a second one of that kind???"
...
Logically, there should only be one red dragon. And there should only be one Red Dragon King and one White Dragon King—they used this island as a battlefield, constantly fighting until the end of the Age of Gods.
"But this is the world of Type-Moon. Things that should be logical but are not, there are plenty of them."
Just like the Holy Grail War, which was supposed to only have seven magi and servants participating, but always managed to have some kind of mishap. Those magi were always trying to exploit some bugs to create big trouble.
Similarly, because of the participation of a certain magus, this generation's Red Dragon King was split in two.
[Artoria Pendragon], the girl created at the suggestion of King Uther and with the participation of Merlin, inherited the "Power" of the red dragon and became the chosen king of Britain.
But when "creating" Artoria, Merlin absolutely did not realize that the "Authority" of the red dragon had actually already been distributed.
[Morgan]—the only daughter of King Uther, the only princess of the kingdom of Camelot. On the surface, she seemed to be just an elegant princess, but in fact, she was the "Lady of the Isle" who had truly been recognized by this island and had inherited the mystery of the red dragon.
That was a major mistake by the magus. This mistake directly led to Artoria being unable to feel the will of this island, and thus unable to freely control the remaining mystery on this island like a true Red Dragon King.
As for Morgan... this Red Dragon King candidate, who originally had the qualification to inherit the throne and evolve into a complete form of the Red Dragon King, because of Artoria's birth, lost the chance to "complete" herself, and could no longer take back her "Power."
"So, it's all Merlin's fault. He really deserves to die!"
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