This was an incredibly real dream.
The rumbling thunder echoed in Morgan's ears.
Even knowing it was a dream, she couldn't feel any of the absurdity that a dream should have.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
Tiamat sensed Morgan's abnormality.
"It's just a simple question, it shouldn't be that hard to answer, right?"
"Could it be... you're lying to me?"
Tiamat's voice became much sharper at that moment.
Realizing that the other's emotions might be constantly on the verge of collapse, Morgan didn't dare to delay and quickly began to answer.
"No."
"That's not the case."
"I have already confirmed that your son has been led astray by a girl."
The moment Morgan said this, the ocean that existed in the dream began to boil.
"What did you say!"
"ROAR—"
Tiamat almost instantly reverted to her dragon form.
Her blood-red eyes revealed flashes of malice, as if she could tear a gash in Morgan in the next moment.
"Who is it!"
"Who led my son astray!"
The dragon's heavy voice reverberated throughout the dream, stirring up a thousand waves.
"Tell me!"
"I'm going to kill her!"
Tiamat's voice surged violently.
Her sharp dragon claws were waving about wantonly.
"Tell me, quickly!"
Although Tiamat had only said a few sentences, it was enough for Morgan to feel the depths of this mother's obsession with her son.
"It's Artoria."
"Tiamat, she is the one who wants to lead your son astray."
"Artoria, you say?!"
The Dragon Mother, having learned the other's name, already seemed impatient.
"Kill her kill her kill her kill her!"
"I'm going to kill her right now!"
RUMBLE RUMBLE.
The dreamscape trembled once more.
Tiamat's massive body was simply too destructive in this space.
"No, don't be so hasty yet."
Morgan quickly spoke to soothe the Tiamat before her.
"It's not time yet."
"Why isn't it time?!"
"She's trying to lead my son astray!"
Tiamat's claws clenched tightly.
"You, don't tell me you support her actions?"
"Of course I don't support it."
"If I supported it, I wouldn't be confessing all this to you now, would I?"
"If you move against Artoria now, I believe Ian will definitely not stand by and watch."
"At that time, if he decides to fight you to the death, what will you do then?"
"..."
Tiamat calmed down a little.
"Then I can't just watch as she leads my son astray, can I?!"
"Of course not."
Morgan shook her head.
The moment she confirmed that Artoria had become Tiamat's enemy, an even more terrifying plan formed in her heart.
"I have a plan, Tiamat."
"What plan?"
"I will help you bring him back—"
"Bring him back?"
In just an instant, Tiamat understood.
"You mean..."
"You're going to bring Ian back from that girl named Artoria's side?"
"Can you do it?"
"I can."
The image of Ian practicing his confession flashed before Morgan's eyes.
She was somewhat grateful that she hadn't encouraged Ian to go to Artoria right away, giving her room to maneuver now.
"Tiamat, your son... does not hate you."
"As long as—"
"You are willing to continue lending me enough magical energy to disguise myself as you, I guarantee I can accomplish all of this."
"Are you serious?"
"My son... doesn't hate me..."
"I'm serious."
Morgan touched her own neck.
She still remembered the way Ian had leaned close to her, carefully sensing that scent of Tiamat.
This definitely had great potential.
"I guarantee it with my life."
"..."
Tiamat's anger gradually dissipated.
Her form also returned to that of a human.
"Then, you won't lead my son astray like that Artoria, will you?"
"Of course not."
Morgan revealed a smile.
She knew that her words had already moved Tiamat.
"Right now, I..."
"Have no such intentions at all."
"You should be able to sense that, right?"
"..."
Tiamat scrutinized the Morgan before her, as if she were interrogating a criminal.
However, the vast ocean at her feet had already begun to recede.
"I believe you, Morgan."
"I can sense that you are able to understand my pain."
Tiamat's hand reached forward, coming to rest before Morgan.
"Then I grant you this power."
"Go and bring my son back—"
"..."
Without any further hesitation, Morgan grasped Tiamat's hand.
CRACK—
CRACK—
The edges of the dream began to shatter, falling down like broken glass.
The world was falling apart, and Tiamat's figure was also gradually fading away.
"I will come again, Morgan."
That was her last sentence.
In a flash.
She awoke.
Morgan opened her eyes to find herself still sleeping in the same bed.
As if nothing had happened at all.
But—
Clutching the necklace around her neck, the magical energy that continuously surged from it was telling Morgan one thing.
Everything that had just happened was not a dream.
She had indeed received Tiamat's permission, and a permission that was as binding as a promise.
Heh.
Morgan brushed back her somewhat messy long hair, a small, triumphant expression on her face.
Speaking of which, was this the first time she had a chance to snatch something from Artoria's side?
And such an important knight, at that.
It wasn't affection for him.
Nor was it desire for that person.
It was just—
For the sake of revenge against Artoria.
Therefore, she needed to get him, to possess him, and through that, obtain Tiamat's help.
Morgan continuously justified the reasons for her actions in her heart.
But she soon found that there was no need to do so.
Whether it was Britain or Artoria.
They were all beings who owed her.
From the very beginning, her actions were filled with legitimacy, and no one could point fingers at what she did.
"Then—"
"From now on, let's set a small goal."
Morgan clutched the necklace around her neck.
It was the place where all her hopes resided.
All her previous arrangements had, at this moment, been reversed into sharp weapons aimed at Artoria.
"To snatch Ian from her side."
"And the first step in doing so..."
"Is to sabotage that confession he was preparing earlier."
Within the heart of Britain's princess, a complete ambition was gradually taking shape.