As Morgan spoke these words, her voice trembled slightly.
Ian could even sense that she was actually exercising restraint.
"The Isle of Great Britain?"
"So this time, it seems at least the location is correct..."
"What?"
Morgan turned back, looking at the man.
"What do you mean 'at least the location is correct'—is there something you haven't told me? Master, are you guarding against me?"
"Hmm? Is that it?"
As Morgan leaned in, she emitted a strong aura of interrogation. Summoned based on four Spirit Origins, she seemed prone to this state whenever her emotions flared even slightly.
"If I were really guarding against you, I wouldn't have brought you here, would I? Morgan, trust me."
"..."
"True."
Morgan temporarily reined in her temper.
"However—"
The Witch closed her eyes, taking a deep, slightly greedy breath.
"The air of Britain is indeed as sweet as ever."
"You really do like Britain."
"Of course." Morgan spread her arms. "No one loves it more than I do."
"But now is not the time to discuss this. Master, we need to contact Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately, right?"
"Mn, you're right."
The thing the man had worried about before setting off did not happen. This time, he quickly contacted Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.
"Hey, no loss of contact this time!"
In the holographic projection in the air, Fujimaru Ritsuka was looking at Ian happily, and beside her was Mash, who had already donned her combat suit and was holding her cross shield.
"Yeah..."
Ian nodded.
"However, it seems we are still not in the same place—did the Director help you confirm your location?"
"Not yet, it seems there is still something interfering with Chaldea's observation. But don't worry!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka patted her chest.
"This time, I will be very, very careful! I absolutely—won't get locked inside a Coffin like last time!"
"Mn." Ian smiled faintly. "I believe in you, Ritsuka."
"Hehe, as long as you believe me. By the way!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Morgan beside Ian.
"You must protect him well! This person acts without regard for consequences once he starts moving—you must stop him!"
"Rest assured, I... will absolutely protect Master."
With a whoosh, the projection disappeared.
"Then let us begin our operation too, Morgan."
"Okay."
To be honest, if he had arrived here alone, Ian felt he might not have been able to find a way out so quickly.
The reason was simple: Although the Isle of Great Britain was not large, the environment on the island was exceptionally complex. In just this short while, Ian had already felt the chaotic nature of the road conditions.
No. It shouldn't be called chaotic; rather, the so-called "road" simply did not exist. The surrounding environment was like disordered dust, without any so-called guiding direction.
But—
Morgan's arrival changed all of this. Even in the Isle of Great Britain of a different space-time, she seemed always able to accurately identify the position and the direction they should reach.
"There is a settlement over there."
As Morgan said this, she noticed Ian's slightly surprised expression.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"Just feeling a bit emotional—is your familiarity with Britain unaffected even across time?"
"I wouldn't say that. It is still quite different from the Britain in my memories. But..."
Morgan gently waved the staff in her hand.
"Just asking for directions is enough. Here... there are 'fairies' who will respond to me."
"I see. Then I completely trust your judgment—"
"Mn, trust me."
As Morgan said this, a hint of secret delight appeared in her expression. Ian could feel that she simply liked this reality of being trusted.
Trekking all the way.
Ian and Morgan soon arrived at the settlement she mentioned.
But compared to the concept of a "village," Ian felt this was merely a most primitive gathering place—because there was nothing here required to form a village.
There were just many unprocessed prey animals lying there quietly, occasionally wafting a bloody smell.
"It seems everyone is watching us..."
Morgan soon realized the gazes of the people around them.
"Are you afraid of this too?" Ian retorted.
"No, I am not afraid." Morgan answered quickly. "For me, such gazes are rare attention—but it would be better if there were a few more degrees of respect."
"Which means you want them to fear you, right?"
As the man spoke, even his eyes began to change.
Black shadows constantly emanated from his body, eroding everything around. Although they had no true form and could not be touched, the bloody smell in the air was gradually suppressed because of it.
Before long, those gazes looking at the two of them gained a few more degrees of fear.
"Alright, like this, you should be much more at ease, right?"
"Master, you..."
Morgan was stunned at first, then smiled.
One could tell she enjoyed this fear coming from others, and was even somewhat excited by it.
"As expected, snatching the opportunity to come out from that idiot sister was the right choice. However, Master, I won't let you regret it."
Morgan was a woman of her word.
She immediately and quietly utilized Magecraft to investigate everything in this area. In just a moment, Ian obtained general information about the surroundings from her.
This was an armed tribe; the deity they worshipped was the Goddess of Victory, Andraste.
Hearing such information becoming increasingly familiar, Ian soon thought of something.
"Could this be Boudica's time—"
"Boudica?"
Hearing this name, Morgan reacted immediately.
"Do you mean the legendary Queen of Victory of Britain? Is she... here?"
It wasn't strange for Morgan to have such a reaction. After all, if deduced according to time, Boudica could indeed be counted as her ancestor in a certain sense.
"I'm not sure. But if we could see her..."
"Um, excuse me, do you have some business here? I see you two have been staying in the village for a long time. Please tell me if there's anything, I will think of a way to help you!"
"Not for now, we... Mn?"
Ian suddenly realized something. He looked in the direction of the voice and discovered Boudica standing there.
"Morgan, that's her—"
"..."
The Witch looked at the woman before her, unable to speak a single word for a long time.
Boudica, on the other hand, was somewhat confused. She had originally just spotted these two people of unknown origin out of kindness, wanting to see if there was anything she could help with, only to be stared at like this.
"Wh-what's wrong? I am Boudica, rest assured—although I haven't reached the level where hundreds respond to a single call, I think if I speak up, there should still be quite a few people willing to help you. So if you have any difficulties, just say it!"
A few minutes later.
Inside Boudica's tent.
Calling it a tent was generous; it was actually just a "house" built of dry grass and wooden frames. The technology of this village (or rather tribe) was unusually backward.
"Is this really that legendary Goddess of Victory?"
Morgan revealed a confused look.
"Why... can I not feel it at all?"
"Don't worry. There must be a reason for this."
Ian spoke softly.
"Let's figure out what's going on first—Boudica."
"Here." Boudica answered cautiously.
She felt the man before her was very strange, but seeing Morgan made her feel much more at ease.
"Excuse me, what is it?"
"As the Queen of Britannia, you..."
"Wait!"
Boudica stopped Ian, who was preparing to state the facts, with a face full of confusion.
"What do you mean 'Queen of Britannia'—I am not that kind of status, have you guys misunderstood something?"
"Eh, this..."
As soon as Boudica said this, Morgan reacted immediately.
The Boudica she knew and understood was completely that legendary Ancestor Queen, an object she felt she could emulate. But the one before her... had not reached that stage at all.
In other words—there was a deviation between memory and reality.
However, understanding this, Morgan couldn't be happy no matter what. She looked at Ian and found the other party had a similar expression.
"Not a Queen?"
Ian sucked in a breath of cold air.
As expected, things couldn't be that simple—in this world line where Olga Marie was saved, everything couldn't be as stable as before. For example, right now... Boudica had not yet become that legendary Queen who resisted Roman atrocities.
"What's wrong?"
Boudica felt that after emphasizing her identity, the attitude of the two people before her changed immediately.
She tried to explain a bit more.
"One cannot casually call oneself Queen or anything. Emperor Claudius will come to destroy us—"
Even Nero hadn't become Emperor yet? Ian felt he had indeed arrived at a considerably earlier time this time. However, Boudica's tone when mentioning "destroy" made the man sense something.
He leaned close to Morgan and spoke softly.
"Can something like that be done?"
"It can be done—"
Morgan gave an accurate answer directly.
"But is this to..."
"Just do as I say first."
Ian's gaze returned to Boudica before him.
"Mn, there are some things I want to tell you."
Almost at the same moment the man said this, Morgan synchronized her Magecraft.
What she had to do was simple: provide Boudica with synchronous perception while Ian explained the war trampling that Britannia would encounter next.
Of course. Morgan knew Ian could probably do this kind of thing himself. But considering this might be the other party wanting to give her a chance to demonstrate, the Witch naturally wouldn't be stingy with the performance she should give.
"This..."
"Impossible, right?"
Boudica looked at everything she felt in disbelief.
"It's not like this—the Romans promised they wouldn't do this. King Claudius swore in his own name that there would absolutely be no such thing."
"That is only limited to the time he sits on the throne..."
Morgan mercilessly pricked Boudica's last remaining shred of luck.
"He indeed didn't break his promise, but the next one is hard to say."
"..."
"So—"
Boudica looked at the two before her, a few more degrees of panic in her eyes.
Everything she felt just now was so real that she simply couldn't suspect that he and she before her were bad people hostile to her.
"Are you sent by Andraste to save us? Can I... trust you?"
"Of course you can—"
Before Ian could answer, Morgan spoke first.
"Please trust us. Like you, I love Britain."
"..."
Knowing these were words from Morgan's very bones, Ian didn't say much more. He just nodded along, and then gave a further answer:
"So, you are destined to become the Queen of Britannia to protect everyone, Boudica."
"Eh, but..."
Boudica looked troubled.
"I still can't feel that I will become that kind of person. Look, I don't look like it either, do I? Although everyone listens to my command, but... isn't there still a big gap between that and becoming a so-called Queen? Can I... really protect everyone?"
It wasn't that she was so serious because she wanted to become a Queen, but because she wanted to extricate people from that glimpsed nightmare.
Ian felt this was so similar to Artoria, yet it contained a few more degrees of Morgan's persistence.
"You can."
"But before that, perhaps we have to unify the surrounding Britons. Boudica, what do you think?"
"Unify..."
Boudica began to think.
"Let everyone see the 'dream' from just now?"
"That kind of thing is unrealistic—not everyone can be like you, thinking of the entire tribe and even Britain."
Morgan answered softly, her words carrying a few degrees of empathetic understanding.
"You must bring out something to make them realize this is necessary. Especially those warriors you possess now."
"This..."
Boudica was somewhat in a dilemma.
But Ian thought of something.
"Boudica, in that case, what do you think of this?"
The man leaned close to Boudica, and then, amidst Morgan's suspicious gaze, began to recount something.
One could see this Queen-to-be blushing bit by bit.
"Is this kind of gathering really okay?"
"Rest assured."
"It is very effective, and it also has another name."
"Wh-what name?"
"'Silver Party'—"
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