"..."
At Arthur's question, Agravain fell briefly silent.
In that instant, Arthur sensed something was off and asked in surprise, "Did my sister cause trouble?"
Agravain shook his head. "Your Majesty, Mother didn't exactly cause trouble. It's just that, in a moment of rage, one of her spells accidentally destroyed a small ship belonging to the Whitebeard Pirates. There were no casualties."
"However…"
Even for a man as iron-willed as Agravain, the situation was awkward. The Whitebeard Pirates had truly been minding their own business when disaster quite literally fell from the sky.
Arthur blinked. "If it happened, then it happened. Did my sister actually fight Edward?"
"Yes," Agravain replied. "Mother clashed with Whitebeard directly. The battle lasted three days and three nights. In the end, neither side could determine a victor, and it came to a halt."
Arthur could understand that. On Britannia itself, Morgan's power was terrifying. Three days and three nights meant nothing—if the fight had continued, she might even have worn Edward down by sheer endurance.
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Flashback to the battle...
Splash—!
Splash—!
The sea churned violently as the massive Moby Dick advanced toward the Britannian Isles.
Marco muttered, half-complaining, "Pops, aren't we going to get payback for this?"
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard roared with laughter. "Not getting payback? Don't be ridiculous! Someone dared to destroy a Whitebeard ship—and it was Arthur's sister? I don't care who it is. Anyone who does that has to pay the price!"
Clench!
He tightened his grip on Murakumogiri, and an overwhelming surge of Conqueror's Haki exploded outward.
At the same moment—
Crackle!
Another terrifying wave of Conqueror's Haki burst forth. Though slightly inferior to Whitebeard's, it was close enough to shake the seas. It was Morgan's will.
She knew perfectly well that her impulsiveness had caused this mess. But whether it was Agravain—or even Arthur, who had yet to hear the details—Britannia would never pay for it.
This was the difference in status.
If a Round Table Knight caused trouble, an apology might suffice to prevent war.
But if Arthur or Morgan acted? They represented Britannia itself. Anyone else could bow their head—but these two never would.
"Conqueror's Haki?"
"Gurararara!"
Whitebeard laughed wildly. "That's some impressive Haki! As expected of Arthur's sister. In that case—don't blame me for getting serious!"
Boom!
Whitebeard punched the empty air.
The Tremor-Tremor Fruit erupted with full force. Shockwaves rippled outward, instantly swelling into towering tsunamis that threatened to swallow Britannia's volcanic and glacial islands alike.
From atop the High Mountain Isle, Agravain watched calmly.
"Mother—no matter what, you must not lose."
"Hmph."
Morgan's eyes blazed with pride. "On the Britannian Isles, I am invincible."
She rose slowly into the air. With a single outstretched hand, countless ice pillars erupted from the Glacier Isle, spearing straight through the massive waves.
Crack—crack—!
The tsunami froze solid in an instant.
Everything happened in a blink.
Whoosh!
Her staff snapped into her hand. Instead of bombarding from afar, she descended directly, magma and frost coiling together around the staff.
"Magma."
"Frost."
"Murakumogiri—Sky-Shattering Slash!"
From beyond the frozen waves came Whitebeard's roar.
BOOM—!
Their attacks collided across the void. The shockwave tore through the battlefield.
Crack! Crack!
The frozen sea shattered, and the two figures emerged in midair, locked in a terrifying standoff, each radiating monstrous pressure.
They withdrew simultaneously.
Whitebeard landed on the deck of the Moby Dick, looking up. Morgan hovered calmly in the sky.
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard laughed.
"Interesting—truly interesting! Morgan le Fay Pendragon, Arthur's sister. I never imagined you'd be this strong—and that you could draw on the full power of Britannia itself."
"I see now… Are you a Paramecia-type Island Fruit user?"
In just a brief exchange, Whitebeard had already formed a hypothesis.
With a flick of her staff, Morgan replied coldly.
"Whitebeard, one of the great pirates of this world. Withdraw now, and I will act as if nothing happened."
She was the one in the wrong—yet spoke as if she were granting mercy.
A breeze passed. Agravain remained expressionless.
As expected of Mother.
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard bellowed. "It's been a long time since anyone dared speak to me like that! Little girl—be careful you don't die by my blade!"
Killing intent burst forth unchecked.
If Morgan kept pushing, dying wouldn't be his fault.
She answered coolly, "The same goes for you."
She raised her staff. Seven different energies surged from the Britannian Isles and wrapped around it.
A mage who doesn't buff herself before close combat? How embarrassing would that be?
Morgan wasn't trained by any nightmare demon—but she was no saint either.
"High Mountain!"
Her arm transformed into living stone, coated in Armament Haki, smashing downward.
"Air Quake!"
Whitebeard met it head-on.
CRASH!
The stone arm shattered—and the battle fully erupted.
Morgan le Fay vs. Edward Newgate.
Douglas Bullet vs. Marco.
Elemental forces flew freely from Morgan's hands, while Whitebeard's mastery of quakes shook the heavens.
Marco transformed into a phoenix and shot toward the Volcanic Isle.
"Please—don't be angered," Agravain said calmly, restraining the island spirits.
Otherwise, Marco might have been killed on the spot.
The Volcanic Isle was a designated trade zone. Arthur had forbidden lethal force there.
Marco landed safely.
Waiting for him was Bullet, who had trained on Britannia for a long time. His lean frame hid perfectly sculpted muscle.
Bullet grinned ferociously. "Marco. Long time no see."
Marco smiled back. "Same to you. Not planning to apologize?"
Bullet replied evenly, "Lady Morgan is the King's sister. Her actions represent Britannia. Britannia does not apologize."
Marco had expected nothing else.
"Strongest Punch!"
"Phoenix Brand!"
The two struck simultaneously, shockwaves tearing through the battlefield.
The clashes continued.
Morgan and Whitebeard's fight evolved from probing blows into a true battle of monsters.
Both sought to measure the other's limits.
Three days. Three nights.
Only then did the storm finally subside.
BOOM!
Bullet wiped the blood from his mouth, grinning. The injury had already healed.
"Hey, Marco—your attacks are weak."
Marco laughed as blue flames restored him completely.
"Right back at you. That barely tickled."
Two youths, meeting again after months apart.
Who was stronger now—Bullet, trained by Galahad?
Or Marco, forged in hellish, life-or-death battles every day?
It was a fascinating question.
And the answer… was ofcourse, yet to come.
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