Albion was the strongest enemy Morgan had ever faced. Although the Queen had endured a bitter struggle, she had still defended the legend of her undefeated life.
She walked to the coffin displaying the dragon's claws and quietly gazed at the giant dragon's arm, which had been transformed into a mystic code, recalling the battle from that time.
That battle had undoubtedly been real. It absolutely could not have been a dream, Morgan thought.
Albion's might had left a deep impression on the Queen. The title of Dragon of the Crown had been well deserved, and even recalling it now inevitably filled her with a long-lost sense of tension.
"But in the end, I was still the one who won the duel... Hehe."
Disguised as a golden-haired girl, Morgan wore a smug expression. "I won't give the title of Britain's strongest to anyone else."
Just then, Morgan slightly furrowed her brows.
She suddenly remembered a detail.
She recalled that, before she had cut off Albion's arm, the giant dragon seemed to have inexplicably stalled for an instant.
Morgan had succeeded in swinging the sacred sword and severing the dragon's foreleg by taking advantage of that opening.
At that time, Albion...
Morgan shook her head. No, she was only overthinking it.
She and Albion had already fought continuously for seven days and seven nights. Even if her opponent was the strongest dragon, revealing an opening due to exhaustion was unavoidable, wasn't it?
Having found nothing in Lundinium's underground, Morgan came to the city district.
The center of Lundinium was the former site where Queen Morgan had defeated Vile King Vortigern. It had now been rebuilt into a gigantic memorial plaza.
A huge statue of Morgan stood in the center of the plaza, perfectly recreating the famous scene from that battle.
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