Morgan's research continued.
Of course.
Not all efforts are rewarded.
For things she had never encountered before, no matter how hard she tried, there was bound to be a limit to her understanding.
However, Morgan was not without progress.
At least now, she understood that this "Tree" which had appeared in Britain could produce things beyond her imagination.
"Will it come from the sea?"
Reading the letter Artoria had written, Morgan stood on a cliff, looking out at the sea on the horizon.
"Britain... is it about to face a true enemy?"
"..."
Morgan was silent, then she continued her research on the "Tree."
.....
Meanwhile, in the city of Camelot.
"Looks like security is being tightened again."
Barghest couldn't help but remark as she watched the busy knights.
Of course, this bustle wasn't limited to just the knights. Barghest herself was also carrying various materials for the fortifications.
With a build similar to Ian's, she could carry a great deal of materials like timber all at once.
"Mélusine, do you know what's happening?"
"Eh, well..."
Mélusine shook her head.
"I don't know."
It wasn't that Mélusine was being secretive; she truly didn't know anything.
These days, her mind was almost entirely focused on Mash, so she naturally hadn't had much opportunity to learn about these matters.
"Feels like something big is coming—"
Barghest didn't press the issue, instead taking a deep breath.
"Alright!"
"Never mind that, let's get this work done first!"
"Mélusine, let's go!"
"Hey, wait up!"
The two knights threw themselves into reinforcing Camelot's defenses.
...
Meanwhile, inside Camelot's castle.
Baobhan Sith came before Artoria.
"My King." She bowed respectfully, then looked up at the King of Britain, who had her back to her.
"I heard you had urgent business with me."
"I wonder... what could it be?"
"..."
Artoria turned around and looked at Baobhan Sith behind her.
"Your mother, Morgan, told me something before she left."
"That here in Camelot, only your mastery of magecraft is completely to her liking."
"..."
A sharp look flashed in Baobhan Sith's eyes.
But she quickly concealed this reaction.
"My mother actually gave me such high praise?"
"That's quite a surprise."
"After all, she doesn't usually say such things to me."
"Your relationship with her doesn't seem to be as good as I imagined, Baobhan Sith," Artoria said as she walked over to the Round Table.
"Sit."
"Thank you for the seat, my King."
Baobhan Sith showed no fear at all; on the contrary, she sat down with great ease.
"So, my King, what is it you want me to do?"
"It's not that you must do something." Artoria sat down on the other side and continued softly, "I simply have an idea, and I'm not sure if it can be realized."
"Oh?"
Baobhan Sith's interest was piqued.
She had always been fond of such seemingly mysterious matters.
However—
Before that, Baobhan Sith had something else she wanted to say.
Mhm. The kind of words that could stir up a lot of fun.
"My King, a matter like this."
"You choose to tell me, and not Ian?"
"Isn't that... a little inappropriate?"
"..."
"No." Artoria was not swayed by Baobhan Sith's words. "Because this is not a matter on which his opinion is suitable."
"Then why not ask my mother?"
"You two... are still keeping in contact, are you not?"
"The time for messages to go back and forth is too long—and I don't wish to tire Ian out."
"Then—"
"That's enough."
Artoria cut off the words Baobhan Sith was about to continue with.
"These questions are not for you to consider, Baobhan Sith."
"You—"
"Need only answer the question I need you to answer."
"..."
"The King is angry." Baobhan Sith shrugged. "Very well, then."
"I will answer."
"..."
Seeing that Baobhan Sith had finally settled down, Artoria's tone became much calmer.
She had to admit that her sister's daughter had a personality almost as wicked as her sister's—at least for now.
"Do you think—"
Artoria did not mince words.
"—with our current technology, is it possible to make Camelot, no, the entirety of Britain, fly?"
"..."
Baobhan Sith was stunned for a moment.
It was an expression she had never shown before.
Only after confirming she absolutely had not misheard did she continue.
"My King, when you say 'fly,' are you serious?"
"You... want all of Britain to fly like a bird?"
"No."
Artoria shook her head.
"That would be a bit of an exaggeration."
"What I want to know about is a more stationary state."
"..."
Snapping out of her shock, Baobhan Sith quickly understood Artoria's meaning.
"My King."
"Are you saying—"
"You want to make the entire island of Britain float?"
"...Yes."
"Is such a thing possible?" Artoria asked again, showing her strong sense of purpose.
"My King, before I answer whether it's possible or not..."
Baobhan Sith glanced to both sides, confirming she was alone before continuing.
"Shouldn't you at least let me know why we're doing this?"
"I can't explain it clearly."
"But it's like a premonition, and Ian mentioned something like this to me before—about the island of Britain leaving the ground entirely."
"I was thinking..." Artoria's brow furrowed.
"This might be our chance for survival this time."
"We... must be vigilant of the seas around Britain."
"..."
Baobhan Sith felt she had faintly stumbled upon something incredible.
After a moment's hesitation, she gave her answer.
"If we're just talking about simply making the island of Britain levitate, I think that would be rather difficult."
"However—"
"There is a plan that I think might be feasible."
"..."
"Speak plainly. I will be the judge," Artoria replied calmly.
"Mhm." Baobhan Sith pressed a finger to her chin. "Does my King recall my mother's previous research, on how to spread the dragon's bloodline throughout Camelot?"
"I do."
"Then perhaps—"
A gleam of wisdom flashed in Baobhan Sith's eyes.
"If we use the power of the dragon."
"We might just be able to lift the island of Britain in a most primal fashion, you know."