Chapter 32 Tiamat: Artoria!

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 dreams were supposed to have.

"Why are you silent?" Tiamat noticed Morgan's abnormality. "It's a simple question. It shouldn't be so difficult to answer, should it? Unless... are you deceiving me?" Tiamat's voice grew sharp in that instant. Realizing that the other's emotional state was perpetually on the verge of collapse, Morgan dared not delay and quickly answered.

"No. Nothing of the sort," she said. "I have confirmed that your son has been spirited away by a girl."

The very moment Morgan spoke those words, the ocean that existed within the dream began to boil. "What did you say?!" "ROOOOAR—" In a flash, Tiamat reverted to her draconic form. Her blood-red eyes revealed a vicious glint, as if she could tear Morgan to shreds in the next moment.

"WHO IS IT?!" "WHO SPIRITED MY SON AWAY?!" The dragon's booming voice echoed throughout the dreamscape, stirring up mountainous waves. "TELL ME! I'LL KILL HER!" Tiamat's voice surged like a violent tide, her sharp dragon claws waving menacingly. "TELL ME NOW!"

Though Tiamat had only spoken a few sentences, it was enough for Morgan to feel the profound obsession this mother had for her son.

"It's Artoria," Morgan stated coolly. "Tiamat, she is the one who wants to spirit away your son." "ARTORIA?!" Having learned the name, the dragon mother seemed unable to wait any longer. "KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER!" "I'M GOING TO KILL HER RIGHT NOW!"

RUMBLE. RUMBLE. The dreamscape trembled violently again. Tiamat's enormous body was simply too destructive in a space like this. "No, don't be so hasty," Morgan quickly said, placating the beast before her. "It's not yet time."

"WHY ISN'T IT TIME?! SHE'S TRYING TO STEAL MY SON!" Tiamat's claws clenched tight. "You... are you supporting her actions?"

"Of course I don't support her," Morgan replied smoothly. "If I did, I wouldn't be revealing all of this to you now, would I? If you attack Artoria now, I'm certain Ian won't stand idly by. When that time comes, what will you do if he decides to fight you with everything he has?"

"..." Tiamat calmed down slightly. "Then I can't just watch as she spirits my son away, can I?!" "Of course not."

Morgan shook her head. The moment she confirmed that Artoria had become Tiamat's enemy, an even more terrible plan had formed in her mind. "I have a way, Tiamat." "What way?" "I will help you bring him back—" "Bring him back?" In an instant, Tiamat understood. "You mean to say... you will bring Ian back from that girl named Artoria's side? Can you do that?"

"I can." An image of Ian practicing his confession flashed in Morgan's mind. She felt a bit fortunate that she hadn't encouraged him to go to Artoria immediately, which now gave her room to maneuver. "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 this."

"Are you serious? My son... doesn't hate me..." "I am serious." Morgan touched her own neck. She could still remember the way Ian had leaned against her, carefully sensing the scent of Tiamat's power. This had immense potential. "I swear it on my life."

"..." Tiamat's rage gradually dissipated. Her form shifted back to that of a human. "Then... you won't spirit my son away like that Artoria, will you?" "Of course not." Morgan smiled. She knew her words had moved Tiamat. "At this moment... I have no such intentions at all. You should be able to sense that, right?"

"..." Tiamat scrutinized Morgan as if she were interrogating a criminal. However, the vast ocean at her feet began to recede. "I believe you, Morgan. I can feel that you understand my pain." Tiamat extended a hand towards Morgan. "Then I grant you this authority. Go, and bring my son back to me—"

"..." Without further hesitation, Morgan grasped Tiamat's hand. CRACK— CRACK— The edges of the dreamscape began to shatter, falling away like broken glass. The world fell apart, and Tiamat's figure gradually faded. "I will come again, Morgan." Those were her last words.

In an instant, she was awake. Morgan opened her eyes and found herself still lying on her makeshift bed, as if nothing had happened. But— She clutched the necklace around her neck. The magical energy endlessly surging from it told Morgan one thing. Everything that had just happened was not a dream. She had truly received Tiamat's permission—a permission that was as binding as a vow.

Heh. Morgan brushed back her somewhat messy hair, a small, triumphant smile on her face. Speaking of which, is this the first time I've had the chance to take something from Artoria? And such an important knight, at that.

It wasn't affection for him. Nor was it desire for that person. It was simply— For the sake of revenge against Artoria. Therefore, she needed to obtain him, to possess him, and in doing so, gain the help of Tiamat. Morgan continuously tried to justify her reasons in her heart. But she soon realized there was no need. Britain, Artoria... they were all existences that owed her a great debt. From the very beginning, her actions were completely justified, and no one had any right to criticize what she did.

"Well then—" "From now on, let's set a small goal." Morgan clutched the necklace. It was where all her hopes now resided. All her previous arrangements had now been inverted into a sharp weapon aimed at Artoria. "To steal Ian from her side." "And the first step in doing so..." "Is to ruin the confession that was previously prepared."

Within the heart of Britain's princess, a complete ambition was gradually taking shape.

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