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Chapter 55. The Legend of the Red Dragon Was Not a Sudden Appearance

[This is a prophecy that appeared without any prior signs.]

[You already know all about this through Gawain report.]

["The White Dragon, with sharp fangs and claws, wreaks havoc on the land in a savage form."]

["But people of Britannia, you need not fear."]

["The incarnation of the Red Dragon will descend among you, becoming the new king of Britannia."]

["The Knights of the Round Table will raise their swords alongside it to defeat external foes."]

["When the Red Dragon appears, the White Dragon will perish, and Britannia shall endure."]

["Everyone, please await this appearance and proof with hope!"]

"Father, Mother, perhaps that's how it is."

"There may be some variations, but I think it won't differ too much."

Gawain, dressed in knightly attire, bowed respectfully before Ian and Morgan—he truly revered his parents.

"Alright, you may go."

"Yes, Father."

After watching Gawain disappear at the end of the corridor, Ian shut the door to the room.

An oppressive silence filled the room, a silence that silently proclaimed the approach of an unspeakable danger.

"Princess."

Ian stepped forward toward Morgan, his expression solemn as he spoke.

"It seems like something is not quite right."

Morgan appeared to have anticipated Ian's concerns and spoke first.

"Ian, you want to know why such a legend suddenly appeared, don't you?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded. "This doesn't make sense."

"Neither I nor Gawain have ever heard of this during our previous patrols."

"This must be something fabricated to intimidate us."

"I think we should temporarily postpone our plans and investigate what this is all about."

"Hmm."

Morgan grasped Ian's hand.

"But before we do that, Ian, I want to ask you one question."

"Please, go ahead, Princess."

"What... do you think of this legend?" Morgan's voice carried a hint of probing.

"It has no meaning." Ian responded without hesitation.

"No meaning?"

"That's right." Ian looked directly at Morgan. "Princess, the only one who will ultimately sit on the throne can only be you, and you alone."

"I do not acknowledge any king other than you."

"I will use all my strength to protect your throne, even if it costs me my life."

"Silence."

Morgan touched Ian's lips with the tip of her finger.

"You are my property."

"Whether you sacrifice yourself or not is for me to decide; it's not your place to make such a decision."

[You and Morgan temporarily put aside plans regarding the invasion of the foreign barbarian tribes.]

[Instead, you begin a serious investigation into the sudden appearance of the Red Dragon legend in Camelot.]

[But the results take you by surprise.]

[Most of the citizens and knights do not perceive this as a sudden event.]

[In their understanding, this is a legend that has existed for many years and is highly credible.]

[You suddenly realize that the timing seems to coincide with when King Uther marched to war.]

[You feel increasingly uneasy about the situation.]

[You return to the palace and report everything to Morgan.]

"So this legend has existed since Father marched to war?"

Morgan's eyes widened, her blue irises reflecting surprise.

"How could that be possible?"

"I've never heard of this!"

Ian wasn't surprised by Morgan's reaction—his first reaction had been exactly the same.

If the legend of the Red Dragon had been circulating for many years, there was no way both he and Morgan wouldn't have known about it!

In that case—

There was only one answer.

Ian looked at Morgan and saw that she was looking back at him.

Their gazes met, and both knew they were thinking the same thing.

"Princess, is it Magecraft?"

"It must be." Morgan replied coldly, "Moreover, it's a long-hidden suggestive Magecraft, and its range of influence encompasses the entirety of Camelot."

"Princess, doesn't that resemble the Magecraft you used before?"

"Indeed."

Morgan's expression turned very serious.

"From the perspective of protective Magecraft, the unmanned armors from before were likely designed to ensure this magic could take effect at this moment."

"This…" Ian seemed more pensive.

"Could it be the work of the Magus who uses star petals again?"

"Most likely."

Morgan stepped over to a nearby bookshelf, took out a thick tome, and quickly flipped through its pages.

"Just like that nameless Magecraft, this one has been active for far too long and can't be dispelled with simple methods now."

Morgan closed the book with a loud thud.

"This means Father has directly rejected me from the start."

"He never considered my capabilities."

"..."

Hearing the change in Morgan's voice, Ian stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

"It's alright, Princess."

"You don't need any recognition from the king."

"Your abilities are enough to erase these meaningless prejudices."

[Your words of comfort have truly had a significant effect.]

[Morgan, who had been trembling with anger before, gradually calms down in your embrace.]

[She places the book in her hand back on the shelf, adjusting her slightly disheveled hair.]

"That's right."

Morgan holds Ian's hand, which is wrapped around her waist.

"I don't need that recognition."

"I will achieve everything on my own."

"Indeed, Princess."

Ian rests his head on Morgan's shoulder, taking a deep breath, looking quite relaxed.

"Your determination makes me even more infatuated with you."

"Really?" Morgan regains her composure and smiles lightly.

"Then Ian, perhaps you will have to pay the price for what you've enjoyed."

"Go investigate what the proof of the Red Dragon is."

"Of course, Princess."

[You begin investigating the secret of the proof of the Red Dragon.]

[But the results yield nothing—The Magus has set up intricate traps and seems to have hidden the evidence.]

[You realize this is an extremely formidable opponent.]

[But you don't know that, in reality, things might be much simpler than you imagined.]

Somewhere on a hill outside Camelot.

A silver-haired man stands at the top of the hill, gazing at the distant, magnificent castle.

He yawns, then speaks lazily to himself:

"So, it's finally here."

"But I still haven't finished that thing... Oh well, I'll just do something quickly later and it'll be fine."

The man mutters words whose meaning is unclear.

He scratches his head and walks down the path through the field.

With each step, petals fall onto the ground.