Flight.
On the seas, it was an ability so rare that everyone understood what it implied.
Being able to fly didn't automatically make someone strong.
But someone who could fly effortlessly was never going to be weak.
Especially now—watching the terrifying aura pouring off the woman before him, Silver Axe knew one thing for certain:
This woman was dangerous.
"Who… are you?"
Silver Axe was genuinely thrown off. Morgan le Fay looked strikingly similar to Arthur, but he still couldn't bring himself to believe his own guess. After all—Arthur's background was common knowledge. He was supposed to be an orphan. That wasn't something people joked about.
So who was this woman?
At that moment, Morgan calmly raised her staff and pointed it at him.
"You're the one who intends to invade Britannia?" she said coolly. "I'll give you a chance. Leave here now, and I'll let this go."
Her gaze was quiet and steady—so calm it was as if she didn't even regard Silver Axe, one of the sea's top-tier monsters, as worth worrying about.
And that—
That was Morgan le Fay's confidence.
Even though Britannia hadn't fully recovered yet, and even though her own strength wasn't at full completion…
In truth, Morgan had never been "complete."
In an era where mythology faded, the world itself was what drained it away—something no human power could stop. Britannia had been weakening for a long time, and as Britannia's queen, Morgan had been affected as well.
But in this new world, she finally had a chance to return to full strength.
Still—
Even if she wasn't complete, so what?
Morgan had absolute confidence that her magic and her power were already more than enough.
"Heh…!"
Silver Axe let out a mocking laugh.
"Little girl. I don't know who you are, but you're really arrogant." His eyes narrowed. "You think you can beat me? I'm Silver Axe—the Battle Axe Knight! I would rather die than back out here!!"
"ROAR!"
A violent burst of Conqueror's Haki erupted from his body.
Crackle—!
It surged like it wanted to crush everything.
But Morgan stayed perfectly calm.
From her body, an equally shocking Conqueror's Haki flared out in response.
It was only Conqueror's Haki.
Was that supposed to be difficult?
For Morgan, she had always possessed the qualifications for it. As Arthur's elder sister—and as the Queen of Britannia—awakening Conqueror's Haki was only natural.
"Is that all?" she said flatly.
"How boring."
She flicked her finger.
Crackle—!
A bolt of lightning slammed down instantly.
"Hm?!"
Silver Axe threw a punch and shattered the lightning outright, grimacing as he analyzed.
"A lightning-type user? The Rumble-Rumble Fruit? Or… something else?"
He wasn't sure.
Morgan was called a witch, but her greatest specialty had always been life-based magic—the kind you could guess just by looking at how many children she had created. Curses and destruction magic weren't her strongest fields.
But even if it wasn't her specialty, that didn't mean she couldn't use it.
More importantly—Morgan was Britannia's island sovereign, the owner of the island's power. From the moment she was born, she had never lacked mana. And when mana was overwhelming enough, even "simple" spells became terrifying beyond reason.
Magic, mysterious as it seemed, was ultimately just the application of mana.
If your mana was ridiculous enough, even a basic fireball could become something catastrophic.
Morgan was exactly that kind of existence.
Still staring at her, Silver Axe couldn't stop himself from asking again.
"Who are you?"
Morgan floated proudly in the air.
"Morgan le Fay… Pendragon."
"As you suspect—Arthur's sister."
Then she looked down at him with cold finality.
"Now your question has been answered. Leave here, and this ends. Otherwise… what awaits you is death."
She was already being restrained.
In the past, her temperament would've been simple: Cause trouble? Then die.
But Britannia wasn't strong enough yet. If she could avoid making enemies, she would.
Britannia needed time.
And she also had another thought—one that irritated her.
This time, she was going to properly "teach" her children.
Mordred had inherited the Red Dragon bloodline, but her other children weren't weak either—Gawain's blessing of the sun, Gareth's wolf-god blessing, Gaheris's tiger-god blessing, Agravain's steel blessing, and even Lancelot's blessing of power—
And yet, one by one, they had never even properly understood how to use what they had.
Morgan had once been content to stir chaos, and she hadn't cared much.
And yes—those children had betrayed her. In the past, that had been what it was.
But now?
Now she only found it embarrassing.
With their potential, did they really have to be that pathetic?
She couldn't accept it.
"Morgan le Fay… Pendragon?!"
Silver Axe stared, stunned. He'd roughly suspected it, but hearing her confirm it still hit like a shockwave.
Was he being played?
The intelligence he'd gathered clearly said Arthur was an orphan.
Something about this was deeply strange—but this wasn't the time to chase that down.
He gave a cold snort.
"Morgan le Fay. I don't care what your identity is. You think one sentence can make me leave? Are you joking? Or do you actually believe you've got that kind of ability?"
His eyes filled with murderous intent.
"You're looking down on me? I'm Silver Axe—a name that shakes the world!"
"HAH!"
He bellowed and punched forward.
A brutal shockwave of force surged outward—
—but Morgan merely lifted her hand.
A towering surge of seawater rose from the surface and coiled into the shape of a sea dragon, blocking the blow with effortless ease—so casually it looked like she hadn't even tried.
Silver Axe's expression shifted.
Not because she blocked him—he'd already sensed her power during their brief Haki clash.
No—what unsettled him was how she did it.
Lightning a moment ago.
Now she was controlling seawater.
What kind of ability was this?
"A strange power…"
Silver Axe narrowed his eyes.
"This woman… it's not something normal. I can't relax."
He looked arrogant, but his mind was sharp.
Every top-tier monster who survived this long understood one thing:
Never underestimate strong opponents—especially the ones with strange abilities.
"DEATH AXE!"
Silver Axe attacked first, swinging and unleashing a violent storm of slashes that swallowed Morgan's position.
Countless cutting waves—overwhelming in scale—completely blanketed her.
"How boring," Morgan repeated.
With a casual raise of her hand, endless ice surged from the frozen island, forming countless ice blades that intercepted and erased the slashes.
"Hm?!"
Silver Axe paused only briefly—then spoke with full confidence.
"ATTACK! ATTACK!"
"Kill her—crush her completely!"
"Yes!"
"ROAR!"
At his command, the entire crew launched forward.
A barrage of attacks erupted—fierce and coordinated.
Morgan lifted a brow, amused.
"What an interesting man. Just like Arthur said—people in this world are more fun. They look reckless… but their minds are sharp."
"Very well."
She spread her hand.
Seawater surged.
Magma rose.
Ice gathered.
The three fused into roaring, dragon-shaped torrents—three colossal draconic strikes that surged straight toward Silver Axe and his men.
Facing the entire Silver Axe Pirates alone?
Morgan didn't fear it in the slightest.
Because beneath her feet was the land called the British Isles.
And on this land—
She was absolute.
As the island's sovereign, Morgan was invincible here.
Silver Axe, as if anticipating it, swung and unleashed a vast wave of axe pressure.
"Silver Axe Slash!"
His crew worked the ship hard, trying to force forward—
"Hm?!"
But Silver Axe's eyes sharpened.
If I'm not wrong… she absolutely won't let us land.
Sure enough—
The sea began to churn in an unnatural way, rising like it wanted to flip the ship outright.
Only because his helmsman was truly exceptional did they manage to pull back in time, retreating rapidly.
They withdrew to a distance of over a hundred meters—
and only then did the ocean's assault stop.
Silver Axe looked up, understanding dawning in his eyes.
"As I thought! Your power can only affect an area within about a hundred meters!"
"Heh…"
Morgan smiled faintly.
"Who knows? Maybe my power is only a hundred meters… or maybe it isn't."
"You can come test it yourself."
"Go on. Let me see what kind of attack you'll bring next."
Her smile was mysterious—impossible to read.
Arthur felt like a king standing openly before you—an immense pressure like an army at your gates.
But Morgan was different.
Like a flower in a mirror, like the moon reflected on water—she could stand right in front of you, yet remain untouchable and unreadable.
That was the truly terrifying type.
Silver Axe hesitated, weighing whether to keep pushing.
Because if he continued and took losses, it might not be worth it.
And more importantly—
Could he truly take the British Isles at all?
That was the only question that mattered.
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