Led by Riezel, the man and woman walked at a steady pace through the wetlands. Under the watchful eyes of countless Mors that did not dare approach, they reached the deepest part of the area.
There was a swamp here.
A swamp that looked incredibly filthy, one that made Artoria feel a chill crawl down her spine.
Within the swamp lay a massive skeleton. Like some prehistoric beast whose flesh had completely rotted away, leaving it to die a miserable death, it had long since lost every trace of life, yet it still exuded an inexplicable pressure that made it hard to breathe.
"Th-this place is...?"
For some reason, Artoria instinctively did not want to get close to this place.
Seemingly noticing something, Riezel gave Artoria a thoughtful glance before speaking evenly.
"This is Dragon Bone Swamp, the place where Albion, the oldest pure-blooded dragon, breathed its last."
Hearing that, Artoria forgot all about her strange instinctive resistance and stared at the skeleton at the center of the swamp in surprise.
"Dragon Bone Swamp? The place where Albion died? Then that skeleton is...?"
Clearly, Artoria had already realized who the skeleton belonged to.
"That's right. Those are the remains left behind by Albion." Riezel confirmed Artoria's guess, then asked in confusion, "Didn't you come to northern Britain before, on your way to Orkney?"
Riezel had thought that, given Artoria's connection to this place, she should have passed through here during her journey through northern Britain to Orkney.
But judging from the situation now, Artoria had not only failed to pass through here—she seemed to know nothing about it.
"Didn't I tell you? Back then, Barghest was chasing us..."
Artoria looked thoroughly aggrieved.
Because she had been pursued, Artoria had indeed come to northern Britain. But in order to reach Orkney