The first time she seduced Ian was a huge success.
So much so that Morgan never even considered what the consequences might be.
Let alone the fact that Tiamat hadn't spoken for quite a while.
Now, suddenly roaring like that, it naturally startled Morgan.
But—
Looking at Ian, who was still eating ravenously in front of her, tugging at her breast, Morgan quickly calmed down.
That's right.
He didn't notice.
The barrier spell she'd previously cast was working.
"No need to hold back," Morgan whispered softly into Ian's ear, reeking of alcohol.
"If you don't to insert it in, we can do it outside."
"With your sister, you can be your truest self."
As she spoke, Morgan raised her legs and wrapped them around Ian's waist.
Don't get discovered—
You gluttonous dragon—
The princess of Britain muttered to herself, closing her eyes.
Rumble.
As soon as her eyes shut, the world was filled with thunder and lightning.
Boom!
From time to time, bolts of lightning struck down from the sky, landing right beside Morgan.
But the terror of the dream didn't stop there.
Tiamat, now in her dragon form, roared loudly, and the Sea of Life rippled violently.
"Morgan!"
"I trusted you so much!"
"Why didn't you return Ian to me when you found him?!"
"Answer me!"
Boom—
Another bolt of lightning.
Rain began to pour over the Sea of Life.
"If you don't, I'll kill you!"
"I'll kill you right now!"
"Tiamat, wait, let me explain—"
Realizing things were heading south, Morgan quickly tried to stop Tiamat's rampage.
"It's not what you think."
"How could it not be?!"
"I smelled it myself!"
Tiamat moved with shocking speed, unmatched by her massive body.
In her dragon form, she roared at Morgan.
"What were you doing?!"
"Do you think I'm easy to fool?!"
The dragon's roar had overwhelming force.
Even with just a few words, Morgan felt her brain trembling from the impact.
"I wasn't lying to you."
"Your son hasn't been fully taken back yet."
"I'm just doing my best!"
"You liar—!"
Tiamat swung her claws and sent Morgan flying.
The princess's body tumbled through the Sea of Life, only coming to a stop after a long while.
"You smell like my son!"
"As expected, all women are wicked!"
"You definitely did something with him!"
"I'll kill you!"
"I'll kill you!"
With a roar, Tiamat spewed a stream of sinister black flames straight toward Morgan.
Of course, the British princess wasn't going to surrender so easily.
She reached out, trying to resist Tiamat's flames in her own way.
But very quickly, Morgan realized that these flames weren't just ordinary fire—
They were curses.
Morgan believed her mastery of magic was already quite advanced, but in front of Tiamat, it was meaningless.
In an instant, the magical barrier she'd erected for defense was shattered.
Another devastating blow.
Morgan struggled to her feet in the Sea of Life.
Now, she was completely unclothed.
And that only seemed to make Tiamat even angrier.
"Ugh—!"
"So this is how you seduced my son?!"
"You shameless creature!"
"..."
Knowing she likely wouldn't escape, Morgan began to laugh within the dream.
"You damn dragon, you really know how to twist the facts."
"Isn't it because you couldn't keep your son that he ended up with me?"
"Tiamat, listen to me carefully!"
"He really likes me now—"
"Got it?!"
Morgan's words clearly struck a nerve.
Tiamat became even angrier.
"I'm going to erase you from all worlds!"
"You vile woman who stole my son!"
Looking at Tiamat, who had begun gathering massive magical energy, Morgan knew she was done for.
And yet…
She'd finally gotten the chance to capture that gluttonous dragon.
Artoria didn't fall, yet she was the one about to be taken out first?
Wouldn't that mean she accomplished nothing?
Why…
Is it always like this…
What did she do wrong…
Why does hope always disappear like a dream the moment it appears?
Why?!
Why exactly?!
In the torrential rain, Morgan looked at the distorting world and couldn't help falling into despair.
She was deeply unwilling.
However—
At that moment—
The dream world they had inadvertently constructed began to tremble.
At first, Morgan thought it was from Tiamat's rage, but something was off.
It was…
Collapsing?
What was happening?
Morgan wasn't the only one confused—Tiamat, who had been ready to kill her, also paused in confusion.
"It's breaking apart…"
"Everything is breaking apart…"
"Morgan, what did you do this time?!"
"..."
Before Morgan could reply—or perhaps mock—Tiamat, she felt herself falling.
She opened her eyes and saw Ian looking at her.
He was still chewing on something.
That was...
Tiamat's crystal?
"Ian, you…"
"You were crying just now," Ian said as if he already knew what she was going to ask.
"Was I being too harsh?"
"Huh?"
Only then did Morgan notice the tears at the corners of her eyes.
It looked like…
She'd been made to cry by something…
Crunch.
The black crystal was crushed between the boy's teeth and swallowed.
Morgan knew that was his instinctive reaction after seeing her cry.
He didn't know the whole truth, but he could feel that it had made her sad.
But…
That thing carried his mother's scent.
What kind of inner struggle did he go through to do that?
Morgan didn't even dare imagine.
"Ian, you…"
"Don't cry."
Ian gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Morgan's eyes.
"Morgan-neesan, you look like you're in so much pain when you cry."
"I don't like it."
"So I won't let you stay like this."
"..."
Morgan's eyes turned red again.
This was the first time in her life someone had wiped away her tears.
Maybe fate hadn't abandoned her after all?
It had to be true.
But—
Just as Morgan started to feel even a sliver of happiness, she heard something that sank her heart again.
To be precise, it was something she didn't want to hear—from someone she wanted to hear from.
"Morgan-neesan."
"I want to know—"
"What can I do to help Artoria become a king worthy of Britain faster?"