If she hadn't already confirmed that Tiamat's motherly love was definitely problematic.
Morgan would surely have interpreted her words as a scheme to trick a wife into coming home for her son.
A kiss as the method of identification?
What on earth kind of method was that?
But the problem now was...
Tiamat was serious.
Therefore, this method, like waking Sleeping Beauty, was also serious.
"May I ask why this can be used as a method of judgment?"
"Because—"
"He is a very special existence."
Lying in the Sea of Life, Tiamat hugged the air, her breath coming in warm puffs, looking rather frightening indeed.
"He is a dragon, and also a man."
"So—"
"If someone were to kiss him while he maintains his human form, they would probably see his other, dragon-like side, right?"
"That child, he's never tried it with any girl other than me—"
His true form is actually a dragon?
Learning more of the inside story, Morgan grew more and more surprised.
This legendary creature was extremely powerful.
If it was as Tiamat said, and he could switch forms seamlessly with just a small kiss, it could indeed be used as a remarkable method.
But speaking of which—
Morgan carefully recalled Tiamat's recent words.
Hadn't she said something that didn't seem quite right?
That...
Could that really be called something a mother should do?
"But this method is meaningless!"
Before Morgan could figure out the meaning of those words, Tiamat let out another roar.
"Because no one is allowed to do that kind of thing with Ian—"
Tiamat's eyes flashed red.
"If I find out."
"Even if I have to go to the ends of the world, I will definitely kill the human who dares to do such a thing."
"I will absolutely kill them!"
"..."
Suddenly, for a moment, Morgan felt that compared to Tiamat, her own schemes were mere child's play.
"It really is a useless method."
"Um, Tiamat, I have something I need to do right now."
"I'll contact you later."
"Mm—"
Tiamat was still immersed in her hatred for this imaginary enemy.
"If you have any news, tell me at once."
"Otherwise, I won't let you off, absolutely!"
BOOM—
Thunder cracked in the clear night sky.
It was a scene almost identical to the one Morgan had seen before.
There was no mistake.
Even though it felt like they were in completely different worlds, Tiamat could still affect Britain in a very special way.
"Yes, I will."
Finally ending the high-pressure conversation with Tiamat, Morgan fell back and lay down on her bed.
To think that her so-called hope was such a twisted existence.
How troublesome...
However, since she knew the other's goal, there was definitely something she could use.
Just you wait!
I will definitely take back all of Britain!
Morgan thought this, and then felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
She had been through a lot today, so it was natural to be somewhat tired.
Time passed.
The starlight in the sky faded, and the dawn arrived quietly.
Sitting in front of her vanity, Morgan carefully dressed herself.
Even if no one cared, even if no one paid attention, she must always maintain the most elegant posture.
"To lose to no one in etiquette—"
This was her bottom line.
However, something was a little off this morning.
Morgan heard footsteps.
That's right.
After losing her right to inherit the throne of Britain, at a time when even the maids were reluctant to approach her, someone was actually walking towards her room.
Pausing with her comb for a moment, Morgan simply tied her hair, then leaned against the wall, listening more closely to the sound.
Her intuition was telling her.
The situation was not good.
And this premonition soon became reality.
Only...
The method was a little unexpected.
With a loud bang—
The door in front of Morgan seemed to have suffered a heavy blow.
Immediately after, a hand punched straight through the door.
As the princess watched, dumbfounded, it quickly shook from side to side.
Soon, a hole had been made in the door.
A pair of eyes, without any reservation, stared directly at the situation inside the room.
To be precise...
They were looking at Morgan.
"Excuse me, may I come in—"
"..."
Morgan had forgotten how long it had been since she had been this surprised.
But her past experiences quickly allowed her to calm down.
To be precise—
It was that pair of eyes that allowed her to calm down.
There was no mistake.
Standing outside the door was the hot-tempered knight who had pulled the sword with Artoria.
Why would he come here?
Morgan became more and more vigilant.
"Why do you want to come in, what are you trying to do?"
"I smelled something."
The boy answered thus, and then tore the hole in the door even wider.
The thick wooden door, in front of him, seemed to be nothing more than a thin sheet of paper.
"Please let me in—"
"..."
If the first attempt was a polite communication, then this was a direct demand.
Morgan even felt that if she didn't open the door, he would rip it in half in the next moment.
Click—
The princess of Britain opened the door.
That being said, she was also prepared to counterattack.
If the other party were to do anything out of line, the magic she had painstakingly researched would surely make him suffer.
However—
Just as his visit was abrupt, the subsequent development was still unexpected.
After looking at Morgan for a good while, Ian spoke.
"You are very beautiful."
"Hm?"
Suddenly being praised so directly, Morgan naturally felt a little secret delight.
She had some self-awareness of her own beauty.
Only—
This joy did not last long.
Because the other party's next sentence was:
"Just as beautiful as Artoria."
Several dark lines appeared on Morgan's forehead.
She wanted to say something, but in the end, she held back her desire to speak her mind to this rare visitor.
"So, what exactly did you come here for?"
As soon as Morgan's voice fell, she felt a breath on her.
Soon, she found that the other party had approached her at some point and was sniffing her body!
"What are you doing?!"
Morgan took a big step back.
She never would have thought that this knight who had helped Artoria pull the sword would have such strange behavior.
"Is it an illusion?"
"I feel like..."
"You are just like my mother."
"Eh?"
Morgan felt her head was in a bit of a mess.
On the one hand, she could certainly feel that this coincided with what Tiamat had said.
But on the other hand...
Why did she feel as if she'd just been insulted?
But before Morgan had time to say more, Artoria's figure appeared behind him.
She was panting, clearly looking for someone.
"Hey, how did you run so fast..."
"Eh—?"
"Ahem."
Noticing Morgan's presence, Artoria coughed awkwardly a couple of times.
"Um, he just got lost."
"He didn't have any other ideas."
"..."
Morgan suppressed the resentment that constantly bubbled up whenever she saw Artoria and forced a smile.
"My King, I understand."
"Phew, that's good—"
"Please excuse us!"
Artoria took Ian's hand.
"We still have things to do!"
"Okay."
Watching the figures of Artoria and Ian turn and leave, Morgan could basically confirm that Ian was the son Tiamat had mentioned.
Wait a minute...
If—
If he were to be kissed by Artoria...
Tiamat would see her as an enemy, wouldn't she?
Version 2.0 of her plan to fight against fate was quietly updated in Morgan's mind.