We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

The light was so intense that even Eleanor, standing nearby, instinctively covered her eyes.

But it was no use for her to cover it up. It wasn't light on a purely physical level; it ignored any obstruction and shone directly into her field of vision.

The next moment, the light dissipated.

Within the stable domain, only Eleanor remained. She slowly turned around, gazing at the majestic lighthouse still silently turning in the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

—————Britannia Tintagel—————

In the final moment before that torrent of consciousness woven from gold and silver reached its end, Artoria's ethereal consciousness suddenly remembered a crucial and fatal problem—when traversing the Stable Realm, one does not wear any clothing.

But Sister Wang was right next to her, not far away!

"--what to do!"

Panic, like the most potent poison, instantly eroded Artoria's strong mental defenses.

She instinctively looked at Akalion, the culprit behind it all, with pleading eyes.

However, the next moment, she realized that she no longer needed to be nervous about it.

"Boom——!!!"

With a deafening roar like the sky collapsing, Artoria's already spacious bedroom could only withstand Akalion's massive size for a few seconds before it completely gave way.

The walls are wailing.

The rooftop is crying.

The sky was so blue, the clouds so white, and Akalion's wings were so wide, blocking her way, but all Artoria wanted at that moment was to die...

"Oh dear, how pathetic I am, my King of Knights."

A familiar voice, tinged with a hint of mockery and teasing, sounded from behind, instantly putting Artoria at ease. Ying's figure had appeared beside her without her noticing.

"Here, put these on first! This is the work of Mondstadt's top tailor, it's very expensive, you know?"

A gorgeous azure dress appeared out of thin air in her hand.

"Sister Wang!"

Artoria ignored Ying's teasing. She quickly changed her clothes and then looked out of the house with an almost desperate gaze.

Sure enough, her half-sister, Morgan le Fay, had already appeared silently at the edge of the ruins, wand in hand.

That face, identical to Artoria's, was expressionless, but her eyes, as blue as a lake, were filled with surprise and wariness. She wasn't nervous; she was assessing the situation.

Assess the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in Sir Hector's mansion, in Artoria's room.

It was a giant dragon with a dark gray body, and every scale on it seemed to be cast from metal and crystal.

It is not one of those irrational, fabricated things that only know how to destroy and ruin.

He exuded an aura of the highest level of fantasy beings, enough to make even magicians tremble.

It was as if Morgan was not standing before a dragon, but an independent world with its own order, its own power, and its own will.

At that moment, all of Britain cheered for its arrival.

The withered spiritual veins began to slowly regenerate, the barren land began to regain its vitality, and even the weight of the Great Source was permanently increased by one point as a result.

All of this is simply because He is 'breathing'.

"Kai! You bastard! Faster! Little Lily, she..."

"Calm down, Father! We must maintain our fighting strength! Charging in recklessly like this will only cause more trouble for Artoria! Keep your breathing regular!"

In the distance, the anxious conversation between Sir Hector and Kayna could be heard carried on the wind. They were hurrying towards them on horseback.

"Sister Wang, I—"

"Shut up, and get over here right now!"

Morgan's voice was cold, yet carried a barely perceptible tremor.

She ignored Artoria's explanations and focused all her attention on the extremely dangerous dragon.

This is definitely not a dragon from the British Isles!

This dark gray color—wait, has its color changed?

It seems a bit brighter.

Just as Morgan finished constructing his protective magic and was about to unleash a spell to test his opponent, Artoria stepped forward, spreading her arms wide like a mother bird protecting her chicks, and stood in front of Akalion.

"—Stop, Sister Wang!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it contained a regal air of authority.

“He, Akalion Virminax Pantokrator, is my one and only choice in this life.”

That was neither a request nor an explanation.

Rather, it is a declaration.

This is the most solemn declaration made by Artoria Pendragon to her family and to the world.

This was something Artoria had already planned for, and it was only going to happen sooner or later; it just happened earlier than expected.

The moment she said those words, Artoria felt a sudden relaxation in her mind, as if shackles had been removed.

"...I see, it's a dragon."

A magnetic, languid voice, seemingly coming from the other side of a dream, quietly rang out.

Before anyone knew it, Mary had appeared beside Morgan.

"Honestly, I thought it was some old, womanizing Grand Dude who had kidnapped my lovely Artoria."

Her words were full of laughter.

However, the instant she finished speaking, an invisible illusion woven from the order of the dream world bypassed everyone and directly invaded Akalion's mind.

That was not a malicious attack, but a dream magic trick aimed at "analysis" and "mind reading".

however--

The illusion that could plunge any hero into a false dream was countered by Akalion's core of mental power the moment it touched him.

In an instant, Mary's figure vanished into thin air.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 48. Tintagel

High atop the tower in Avalon, Merry, who was leisurely enjoying afternoon tea, suddenly froze with a smile.

A fine yet incredibly clear crack appeared without warning on the white surface of the black tea cup in her hand.

A few drops of crimson tea spilled out, like beads of blood, flowing down her slender, white fingers.

"...Wow, this is truly an extraordinary existence."

She put down her teacup, repaired it, and then sipped the tea from her fingers. A flicker of interest flashed in her purplish-red eyes.

No wonder Artoria fell for that dragon; its very essence was practically another version of herself in this world. But the problem is… how come there's another one?

Although the other individual's strength was not as great as that of the dragon, her compatibility with this planet was far too high.

"The crucial moment of the stage closing has not yet arrived. How can we so easily allow the gods to appear in machines?"

Meryl looked in Tintager's direction.

She could clearly observe the existence of the dragon, but she could not see the full picture of the other individual, just as the world itself could not record her.

However, she could confirm the existence of that individual through other people.

"Although they are both tragedies, they are not Greek dramas that can only lead to one ending."

She rested her smooth chin on one hand, a childlike sullenness on her face.

"It's better to go and see for ourselves. We can't let this hard-won 'fun'—no, umm, the future hegemony of the King of Britain—be completely ruined like this."

————Sir Tintagel Hector's Residence————

Morgan has used ancient magic to restore Artoria's bedroom, which had been completely destroyed, and the space is even larger than before.

After Artoria's absolute declaration, Morgan found himself finding the dragon that had taken his sister much more agreeable.

Even the dragon's other wife, [Luminous], seemed quite pleasing to the eye. It was like... looking at another, more free-spirited, more capricious 'Artoria'.

...But that's impossible. My sister would never be so despicable! Even if you plucked out her ahoge, it wouldn't be possible! Morgan thought to himself.

Sir Hector thought so too.

But for Sir Kay, Luminous is exactly the ideal form of 'Artoria' in his mind.

Lily is far too upright. Uprightness is not a bad thing, but on the other hand, it also means that she might one day go to another extreme.

Everything should be done in moderation.

"So, the supplies that Artoria has been providing recently, enough to shock the entire kingdom, were a free gift from Lady Luminous?"

Sir Hector stroked his meticulously manicured beard and found the young woman from a foreign land to be quite pleasing to the eye. Since that was the case, he would let it go for her aiding Akalion in his 'evil deeds'.

After all, in Sir Hector's eyes as an old father, how could his Artoria possibly "voluntarily" be with a dragon... cough cough—there must be some unknown secret reason behind it.

"Not."

Ying shook her head. She glanced to the side at Akalion, who was staring at Morgan, and found him rather endearing—of course, referring to Akalion.

"The funds used to purchase those supplies all came from Akalion."

"?"

brush--

Instantly, two pairs of eyes, filled with shock and realization, were fixed on Akalion.

Okay, I understand why now.

Damn it, it's all that heartless Mary's fault for raising Lily to be so responsible! — This was the consensus reached by Sir Hector and Sir Kay at that moment.

"So, what exactly is your purpose?"

A cold, cruel smile crept across Morgan's lips. The aspect of her three personalities—the one belonging to the Goddess of Death—began to slowly emerge.

"So, you want to take my Artoria away?"

These words sound completely sincere and genuine.

"?" Akalion looked at Artoria in surprise. [You and Morgan are actually that close?]

"I only want to save Britain, to save everyone. I have no interest in who is king or who rules Britain. That's why my sister and I are so close." Artoria said with her eyes. "Besides, my sister is a good person."

According to Mushroom's own account in "The Court of Avalon," Morgan was indeed a good woman before she realized she couldn't have Camelot or become queen, but she had three personalities...

Morgan saw everything clearly. She stepped forward and shielded Artoria behind her like a mother beast protecting her cubs, revealing the fangs of a witch to Akalion.

"Stop trying to bewitch my Artoria!"

“Sister Wang…” Artoria said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Akalion let out a dragon's breath filled with pleasure.

“Seduction? No, I think you’ve misunderstood something.” His voice carried a arrogance unique to true dragons. “For true dragons, there is no such thing as seduction or theft. Any ‘treasure’ that a true dragon has its eye on already belongs to the true dragon. What I’m performing now is merely a ritual to confirm this ‘fact’.”

This sounds a bit like the words of the most ancient little man, but who cares? Akalion looked at Morgan's anxious appearance and felt his brain nerves going numb.

"You can no longer change the fact that Artoria's skin, flesh, bones, and even soul belong to 'me'!"

"you--!"

These words instantly ignited a magical fire in Morgan's eyes, a fire powerful enough to melt even the hardest metal.

"—That's enough."

But the moment Artoria stood in front of her to protect Akalion, the chilling aura of the goddess of death emanating from Morgan vanished like morning mist dispelled by the sunlight.

At that moment, the black lioness, baring her teeth and claws, seemed to transform back into a puppy, its eyes filled with grievance and confusion, that had been abandoned.

"Lily, I...I'm trying to help you..."

"Sister Wang, please calm down."

Artoria stepped forward and embraced Morgan's slightly trembling body with a comforting hug.

Morgan's body went limp, but Artoria's next words made her stiffen again.