Morgan took a step forward, and Artoria took a step back.
"Hypocrite—"
"Fool—"
"Sanctimonious fraud—"
"You're completely obsessed with yourself—"
Artoria trembled as she backed away.
No matter who used such words to condemn her, Artoria would never have been shaken in the slightest. Her heart was as clear as a mirror.
But only now, only at this very moment, only when she was accused by the person before her, she could not refute it, nor could she deny it.
"Where's White?! Where exactly is White?!" Artoria wanted to explain herself to White.
"Oh? And what are you going to say once you find her?" Morgan looked at Artoria with contempt.
That expression, a mix of anger and disappointment at her failure to live up to expectations, made Artoria lower her head instinctively.
That was right. What could she say?
Artoria could not possibly abandon her wish.
To let Britain start over.
To give Britain a better ending.
Regret.
That feeling had never been so clear as it was now.
She had to make everything start over. As long as everything started over—then there would be no problem!
Morgan was clearly a savior, and she had clearly experienced such a tragic ending too. Why couldn't she understand her?!
"Wait—has White already left?!"
All of a sudden, Artoria seemed to understand.
"Ah, that's right. But you should stay here a while longer," Morgan said. "Wait until you calm down—"
This was indeed a dream world. But now that the "connection" had been successfully established, even if White left, as long as a medium remained, this space could continue to exist.
"Like hell!"
Artoria roared.
"Urgh!!!"
Fortunately, the stage did not make the audience suffer alongside Artoria.
The next second, Artoria woke up.
She was still in the same place, with a