[Ah, so it really was Amor Caren???]
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"So..." Artoria had already understood what the other party meant.
"Ah, that's right. White's dreams will connect to something on the other side. And you should be able to find that—"
"I understand."
Artoria nodded.
After leaving the room, Artoria came to White's room.
White was already asleep. Her breathing was steady and soft. Though her eyes were covered by an eye mask, it could not completely conceal the young girl's face.
Artoria gently knelt beside White's bed and took hold of her exposed hand.
"White..."
She called out softly.
Artoria had actually already guessed what sort of scene she might encounter within White's dream.
That figure—that person—
Facing that person was almost like facing one of her own nightmares.
But...
She had to go.
"Please forgive me, White—"
Artoria closed her eyes as well.
"Mm...?"
The sleepy girl slowly opened her eyes.
This time, she entered White's dream once again.
And unlike before, what she had seen previously had merely been dreams White had once dreamed.
But this time was different.
"So you came here after all, my foolish Imouto."
Yes, Morgan of the Lostbelt actually possessed the memories of Morgan from Proper Human History...
1857. Chapter 1857: Do You Want My Daughter That Much, Arthur?
Morgan.
This was a woman Artoria would absolutely never forget.
—She was Artoria's mother, and also Artoria's sister.
She was a woman who could not live without cursing someone.
In Artoria's eyes, even the bearing of a king was stronger in Morgan than it was in herself.
Because Morgan was a woman who loved Britain more than Artoria did, and was loved by Britain more deeply as well.
But...
Something seemed off.
Yes.
This woman's appearance and temperament