If the previous dragon disaster was just a minor skirmish—
Then the scene before them was an absolutely breathtaking spectacle.
A dark, oppressive swarm of dragons appeared in the skies of Camelot, completely blotting out the view.
"..."
"..."
Morgan and Artoria exchanged a glance.
"Little sister, this isn't another one of your masterpieces, is it?"
"No, I have no mind for such things."
"..."
"..."
Another moment of silence.
"Which means—"
Morgan had just spoken the first half of the sentence when Artoria immediately finished the second.
"They're enemies."
The impact of this vast swarm of dragons wasn't limited to Morgan and Artoria.
The knights and citizens working on the construction below certainly felt it too.
"It's dragons!"
"It's dragons!"
Someone soon shouted.
"Why are they back again!"
Mélusine looked at the dark mass above, feeling the pressure.
After all, their numbers were far greater than last time.
And Barghest, seeing this for the first time, was naturally even more tense.
"How can there be so many dragons?"
"They've never appeared before!"
While Barghest and Mélusine were still grappling with the situation, Ian, in his great dragon form, had already let out a roar. He beat his enormous wings and began to fly towards the sky.
A fierce gale swept across the ground, kicking up a scene like a sandstorm.
Boom—
Crimson flames erupted from Ian's sharp-fanged maw, surging towards the dragons that had arrived in a group.
This was a display of absolutely overwhelming power, not to mention such a close-range assault.
However—
As the great dragon's flames were about to completely engulf an opponent, the easy annihilation of last time did not repeat itself.
The dragon being attacked suddenly shimmered with light, its skin quickly changing from reddish-yellow to white.
Almost as if in direct response to Ian's attack, it too spat flames from its mouth—only these were crimson-white.
Of course.
A single dragon was clearly no match for Ian.
But!
With the appearance of the first white dragon, the others that had arrived with it soon began to change to the same color.
One stream.
Two streams.
Three streams.
More and more streams of pure white flame converged, shining with a blinding light.
The spiraling force brought a violent gale. An ordinary person would have long since been blown off their feet, unable to even open their eyes.
Even a knight of Barghest's build had to grip the ground just to keep from being blown away.
"..."
Morgan raised her staff.
Although she was very dissatisfied with Artoria, it didn't mean she didn't care for Camelot or Britain.
At such a critical moment of survival, she could not hesitate.
Even with their conflicts, protecting Camelot came first—
But what Morgan hadn't expected was that, as she was about to act, Artoria suddenly reached out and stopped her.
"Don't act."
"Are you kidding me?"
"These dragons will destroy Camelot!"
"They won't."
Artoria replied almost without hesitation.
"I promise you, they absolutely will not."
"Don't forget what kind of beings the Knights of the Round Table are."
"They will not lose."
"And even if—"
A long spear materialized in Artoria's hand.
Golden light shimmered on it like flowing sand.
"Something truly goes wrong, I will take action myself."
"..."
Looking at Artoria and the spear in her hand, Morgan hesitated for a moment, but in the end, did not act.
"I understand."
"I hope you won't regret this."
Back at the scene of the battle.
Watching the white light that was gathering and growing more terrifying, Mélusine quickly realized they couldn't let this continue.
Ian was very powerful.
But that didn't mean he was completely invincible and needed no help.
But—
Shielding her eyes from the wind with her hand, Mélusine observed her surroundings.
What should I do?
How can I help Ian?
As Mélusine racked her brain for a strategy, she suddenly heard Barghest's complaint.
"Damn it!"
"If I could just get close, I'd definitely kill all of these damn things!"
Get close...
A light bulb appeared over Mélusine's head.
She kicked off the ground and pounced towards Barghest.
"Big oaf, throw me!"
"Wh-what?"
Although she had no idea what Mélusine was planning, Barghest chose to trust her.
After all—
This was the good friend who had helped her successfully express her feelings and earn her reward!
"Go—!"
"You—!"
Barghest grabbed Mélusine's hand and began to spin like a shot put thrower.
After several rotations, she hurled Mélusine into the air.
Ignoring the aching pain all over her body from Barghest's immense strength, Mélusine spread her wings.
She gripped the one remaining Arondight and flew towards the white dragons.
"Honestly!"
"This is my buddy!"
"You're not allowed to bully him with numbers!"
The brilliant fairy flew at high speed through the air, leaving a five-hit combo like a trail of starlight.
The broken blade did not make her falter; instead, it unleashed her infinite potential.
Soon—
As Mélusine tore an opening in the white dragon army, the wind on the ground weakened.
"So that's what you were planning, shorty!"
"Now, it's my turn!"
"Don't you dare—"
Hissing steam escaped from between Barghest's lips.
It was a sight extremely similar to Ian's, yet distinctly different.
"Hurt my father!"
"Roar!"
With a running start, Barghest used the wall as a springboard and launched herself into the air.
It was a method completely different from Mélusine's.
To call it bestial would probably not be an exaggeration.
With the help of Mélusine and Barghest, Ian quickly took control of the battle.
The crimson flames once again began to incinerate his enemies with overwhelming force.
They had no idea that Artoria, watching from afar, wore an expression of someone who had expected this all along.
"Do you see, sister?"
"My Knights of the Round Table are far more formidable than you imagine."
"..."
Morgan was speechless.
She turned her face to the side and said softly:
"No matter how formidable, I was the one who raised them."
"I have never denied your contribution, sister."
Artoria made the spear disappear.
"But it seems you've spent too much energy dealing with me."
"So much so that—"
The King of Camelot looked towards the white dragons falling from the sky.
"You don't seem to have noticed..."
"That these white dragons are all transformed humans."
"What!"