Just Say It, What Do You Want?

"British Red Dragon?" Scathach-Skadi was somewhat surprised, yet immediately understood why Morgan had been so eager to seek allies.

The British Red Dragon was, without question, the King of Britain.

There was no doubt about it!

In mysticism, that red dragon was Britain's eternal king.

No matter what Britain became, it would always return to that land and stage the "return of the king"!

"Facing the British Red Dragon, whose power transcends dimensions, I can understand why you came to seek aid."

On the other side of the cross-world communication spell, Morgan let out a sigh of relief when she heard that Scathach-Skadi understood.

"That's right. It's precisely because that hateful red dragon is far too powerful that I wanted to form an alliance with you."

"And you needn't worry that I'll become your rival later on."

"My attention will remain fixed solely on the land beneath my feet—the land called 'Britain.'"

"To save this land, I burned the Tree of Emptiness as fuel long ago."

"In other words, Fairy Britain, where the competition among the seven Lostbelts takes place, no longer has any chance of victory."

"So form an alliance with me without worry, Goddess of Snow!"

Under the pressure of the transcendent red dragon, Morgan revealed some details about her world to Scathach-Skadi in order to ally herself with a powerful Lostbelt King.

"Hm? You already burned the Tree of Emptiness belonging to your world?" Scathach-Skadi was somewhat baffled. "It seems you truly care more about the survival of the Britain where you reside."

"I understand your circumstances now, but I have one final question. If you answer it truthfully,"

"I'll agree to this alliance."

"What question? Ask." Morgan replied from within the spell disk.

"That is, among so many Lostbelt Kings, why did you contact me alone?"