That voice was clear and distinct.
Change Camelot's current situation?
Morgan was sure she hadn't misheard.
"Who are you?"
"Vortigern."
"Artoria's enemy."
A figure gradually materialized before Morgan's eyes.
It was an old man, around the same age as King Uther.
But compared to Uther, he looked far more spirited, and his tone carried a powerful resonance.
"Also the White Dragon of legend, destined to overthrow Britain."
"..."
"So what?"
Morgan looked warily at the old man who called himself Vortigern.
"What's the meaning of telling me all this?"
"The meaning is great indeed, Morgan."
Vortigern said this, then slowly clenched his fist.
"You clearly dislike the current situation, don't you?"
"Clearly, the one who should be in control of the entire Isle of Britain is you."
"Why would you hand everything over to Artoria?"
"You don't like this at all, do you?"
"..."
"Whether I like it or not, it has nothing to do with you."
Morgan gripped her staff, her gaze as firm as ever.
"Vortigern, do you think I would choose to cooperate with you just because I hate Artoria?"
"Of course I don't think that, Morgan."
"But—"
Pale white flames ignited in Vortigern's hand.
"For you, this is hardly a choice at all, is it?"
"You have nothing right now."
"But if you let Camelot be destroyed, you will at least have another chance to compete with Artoria."
"Don't you... want to give it a try?"
"..."
Morgan was a very intelligent person.
She quickly understood the deeper meaning in Vortigern's words.
"Do you... have a guaranteed method to defeat Artoria?"
"Of course."
"In fact, so do you, don't you?"
Vortigern looked back at the shining magical energy that was endlessly pouring out from the ley lines behind him.
"As long as you can use this, you can do anything."
"Look at these white dragons. Aren't they the best proof?"
As he spoke, Morgan felt a series of whistling sounds by her ear.
It was the enemies soaring through the sky, battling Ian.
"..."
"Are these the 'dragons' you created?"
"That's right."
"If you are willing, you can certainly use this power better than I can."
Vortigern continued his encouragement.
"The King of Camelot should be you."
"Restart all of Britain. For you, this must be something you've dreamed of, isn't it?"
Vortigern was full of confidence.
He could feel that the princess before him, who, like him, could directly use the ley lines of Britain, would absolutely accept his proposal.
And it seemed that was indeed the case.
After a moment of silence, Morgan revealed a smile.
"That sounds like a very tempting proposal."
"To erase everything, to return to the beginning where nothing had happened."
"And then, let me become the king."
"That's it, isn't it—"
Listening to Morgan's response, Vortigern believed he had already forged a united front.
"This is a proposal you simply can't refuse, right?"
"That's right."
Morgan gave a cold laugh.
"If it were the past, I probably would have accepted your proposal without hesitation."
"I did indeed want to put my sister to death."
"She took everything from me, possessing all that I should have had."
"But—"
Morgan pointed her staff at Vortigern.
At this moment, the magic of the ley lines gathered, causing the tip of the staff to shine brightly.
"Things are different now."
"I..."
"I have a hope I want to protect."
"Hope?"
Faced with that powerful magic, Vortigern showed no fear.
"Are you sure it's hope, Morgan?"
"Could it not be the same despair as before?"
"It won't be."
"It definitely won't be."
Morgan recalled the scene in Artoria's room.
His words.
"We're not going to elope."
"We... will stay in Camelot."
Just those two sentences were enough.
"Someone has already given me hope. It will absolutely... absolutely not turn into despair!"
As she spoke, the staff in Morgan's hand gathered even more magical energy.
This was something she would have been incapable of on a normal day; only by connecting to the ley lines like this was it even possible.
"Vanish, Vortigern!"
"..."
The old man was silent for a long time, then asked once more.
"I'll ask you one last time."
"You..."
"You are unwilling to overthrow everything as it is now, is that right?"
"Even if... you might regret it in the future—"
"I have had more than enough to regret in my life so far, Vortigern."
Morgan looked at the scene before her and said this.
"I won't be worried by your words."
"I understand."
Vortigern smiled faintly.
"In that case, do it."
"Consider it... the complete annihilation of your own hope."
"You think I don't dare?!"
The image of Ian appeared in Morgan's mind.
"I... believe in him!"
BOOM!
A white light shot out from the tip of the staff, blasting directly towards where Vortigern stood.
But—
The moment it struck him, Morgan saw an unexpected sight.
The elderly figure scattered like dust.
"I hope you won't regret this, Morgan."
After saying this, Vortigern completely vanished beyond the torrent of magic.
Morgan came to her senses and found herself still at the edge of the castle.
She quickly realized what had happened.
The figure who had touched the ley lines with her was not Vortigern himself.
He can use the ley lines without even his main body being present?
Morgan felt an unprecedented pressure.
She realized that she might have just rejected some terrifying possibility.
But—
Watching the sweeping, dark flames from Ian in the sky, her eyes held not a trace of regret.
"Honestly."
"How... am I so easily swayed?"
Morgan said this, then raised the staff in her hand high.
The magical energy of Britain's ley lines was channeled out by her.
The next moment, a pale blue light shot towards the sky.
Morgan's roar came with it.
"Vanish!"
"You enemies of Camelot!"