A roaring sound filled the sky.
Giant white dragons flapped their wings, leaving dazzling trails in the sky.
But what followed was no beautiful sight.
But rather...
The flames of destruction!
White flames surged forward like a tidal wave.
Wherever they passed, the ground, already cracked and split by the growth of the "tree," became an even more tragic sight.
"Ian—"
Morgan said this subconsciously.
But she quickly realized she was a little too late.
Because the moment he heard the dragons' roars, Ian had already gotten off of Morgan as if by instinct.
A low rumble came from his throat.
Morgan knew.
This was the sign that he was about to fight.
"..."
"Go."
"We can talk about our marriage later."
Although she disliked Artoria, and she disliked her father King Uther's irresponsible arrangements, there was one thing Morgan was very sure of.
She loves Camelot, and she loves Britain.
Therefore...
She could not stand by and watch it be destroyed.
This was also why she had agreed to Artoria's plan to turn the people of Camelot into dragons.
It was a way to protect this land.
"..."
Ian didn't answer Morgan, but simply nodded.
He walked towards the room's balcony, and after one last look at Morgan, he leaped straight down.
When she saw him again, a black dragon had appeared in the sky.
The massive black dragon spewed black flames.
It looked as if it were the villain of legend.
But—
If one looked closely, they would see that the black dragon's flames were completely blocking the white dragons' destructive assault.
It was like the guardian deity of Camelot.
Knowing where Ian had gone, Morgan, despite her complicated feelings, did not remain idle.
She composed herself and straightened the clothes that Ian had thrown into disarray.
"Let's go, Baobhan Sith."
"We have to go and help too—"
"Hm?"
Morgan froze on the spot.
Because she saw an unexpected sight.
The person standing outside the door was not the "unfilial daughter" who had locked her and Ian inside, but...
Artoria herself.
"..."
Morgan felt her mind go blank.
Having just come out of her room, what was she supposed to say?
"I was just taking a look?"
"I was bored and just happened to wander over here?"
No.
That was very wrong.
No matter how she thought about it, there was no way to explain this clearly to Artoria.
"I..."
"Are you here to help?"
Artoria looked at the Morgan before her, seemingly paying no mind to the fact that the place she had just come from was her and Ian's bedroom.
On the contrary, her expression was as if she had just bumped into her sister around a corner in the hallway.
"Artoria, you..."
"I'll ask you again."
"You—"
Artoria looked at her, asking expressionlessly.
"Are you here to help?"
"There are so many enemies outside. Are you... going to start a conflict with me here?"
"..."
"..."
There were no more words.
The two sisters of Britain began to move.
Artoria immediately drew her Holy Lance and, following almost the same trajectory as Ian, leaped from the room's balcony.
But almost simultaneously, she was caught securely by Ian.
The one person and one dragon began to battle the uninvited guests.
"..."
Watching this scene, Morgan's expression was naturally incredibly complex.
She knew that if it were her, she probably couldn't have such coordination with Ian.
But—
Even so, she had her own way of protecting Camelot.
Morgan trotted to the edge of the castle.
An unexpected sight once again entered her vision.
Her daughter, Baobhan Sith, was already standing there, having arrived at some unknown time.
Seeing Morgan arrive, she even smiled.
"Mother, you're here."
"..."
Although she really wanted to teach this prank-loving daughter of hers a harsh lesson, in the end, Morgan did not.
"Move."
She said this, then walked to the very edge of the castle.
With a wave of her hand, a magic staff appeared in her grasp.
"Ooh—"
Baobhan Sith pressed a finger to her chin.
"Mother, are you planning to protect this country?"
"Even though..."
"...you dislike it so much?"
"I have never said I dislike this country."
"Camelot is my home," Morgan said, gathering a massive amount of magical energy.
"How could anyone dislike their own home!"
Research takes time—
So, before she could figure out how to turn the people of Camelot into dragons, how should she protect them?
This should have been a problem for Artoria to consider.
But in private, Morgan had also been diligently planning for this.
And in the end, she had indeed found an answer.
If the cracks on the ground of Camelot were a manifestation of the ley lines' overflowing magical energy...
...then all she had to do was find a way to use it, right?
And the "tool" needed for that utilization was herself!
Her consciousness...
...at that moment, connected to the abyss underground.
Morgan naturally felt a powerful impact.
It was the shock brought to her by the entire Isle of Britain.
But...
She could bear it.
Morgan could feel that she and this island were, in essence, one and the same.
----
The battle between the white dragons and the black dragon continued.
Individually, their strength was indeed inferior to Ian's, let alone an Ian fighting alongside Artoria.
But the problem was their number.
They were as numerous as ears of rice in a field, seemingly endless.
Even if each attack could only inflict minor damage, when accumulated, it resulted in considerable destruction.
"Father..."
Barghest, who was organizing the citizens' evacuation, couldn't help but worry.
And Mélusine, who was doing the same with her, was also worried, but still spoke up:
"It's okay."
"Believe in him!"
"..."
"Mhm!"
Fortunately, Ian and Artoria were not the only ones who could fight.
Morgan, now fully "connected" to the depths of the Isle of Britain, began to utilize the magical energy emanating from the ley lines.
But—
She quickly discovered a problem.
She was not the only one using this power.
Soon, she heard an unfamiliar voice.
"I say—"
"O, Princess of Britain."
"O, Princess abandoned by fate."
"Would you not like to try, together with the dragon from beyond this world, to change Camelot's current situation?"