Riezel naturally had no idea what Morgan was hoping for.
He did not possess the Fairy Eyes talent that Morgan and Artoria had, so he could not See Through people's hearts or lies.
Thus, while looking Morgan in the eye, he spoke.
"The previous 'condition' did not take effect, so let's change the method this time."
Hearing this, Morgan fell silent.
"How about we make a bet?"
Riezel said those words.
"A bet?" Morgan said rather sarcastically. "Don't tell me you want to bet on whether the Child of Prophecy and the Foreign Sorcerer can defeat me tomorrow?"
"That's right." Riezel did not mind Morgan's sarcasm and said frankly, "The two of us cannot fight each other, so if we want to force you from the throne, Artoria and the others must make a move."
"That is also why you think victory is assured, isn't it?"
Morgan did not deny Riezel's words.
If her opponent were Riezel, Morgan truly had no confidence in winning.
If it had been the Riezel from over a month ago, it would have been one thing. Back then, Riezel had not put too much pressure on Morgan, to the point that she did not think she would be unable to suppress him.
But after a month had passed, who knew what had happened? This man's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and even Morgan could not calm herself for a long time upon seeing him again.
Even now, Morgan could clearly sense the faint threat emanating from the man beside her. It told her that if she harbored any ill intentions toward him, the outcome would likely be worse than ever before.
Morgan was unwilling to believe it, yet she had no choice but to.
Facing the current Riezel, even with twelve Holy Lances