Chapter 1700: Chapter 1157: A Dream Like a Bubble

At the borders of the Fairy Country in the Britain Lostbelt, a ship that no one had discovered was docked.

This voyage, the ultimate retreat destination of the Chaldea group, was this ship.

Just as Reiger had thought, since Chaldea could come to this Britain Lostbelt, they naturally had their methods.

This ship was Chaldea’s steed, capable of freely traversing between human history and Lostbelts, even equipped with a spiritron transfer system that could enter Singularities, making it an indispensable important partner in Chaldea’s journey thus far.

It was the dimensional boundary drilling ship—[Storm Border].

With the entirety of Britain being cursed and polluted, fires and Mors all around, Chaldea’s only safe haven was here.

Only by boarding this dimensional boundary drilling ship could they escape the polluted lands and endless Mors, and fly into the sky.

At that time, whether leaving Britain to return to human history or rushing from the sky to Camelot to assist Reiger, it would become relatively easier.

Thus, upon organizing the retreat, Matthew and Da Vinci immediately contacted the dimensional boundary drilling ship, instructing the Chaldea stationed personnel to activate the ship and proceed toward them.

Meanwhile, everyone stood while retreating, rescuing those on the battlefield from the allied army, and taking the humans from the Round Table and northern fairies away.

Altoria also held Morgan, following the group, enchanting everyone while protecting the queen who had fallen from her pedestal.

However, at a certain moment, a voice sounded in her ears.

"...Put me down."

This was the voice from her embrace.

"You, you’re awake?"

Altoria stopped in her tracks, instinctively looking into her arms.

There, the queen who had previously fallen asleep was indeed awake, opening a pair of cold eyes reminiscent of winter.

Her complexion was still somewhat pale, but otherwise, there was no abnormality.

"The poison has been dispelled by that man, and my injuries have been healed by him. Since that’s the case, why can’t I awaken?"

Morgan broke free from Altoria’s embrace, landing on the ground alone.

"Clink!"

Perhaps due to her large movements, Morgan’s crown slipped from her head, dropping to the ground with a crisp sound.

Morgan intended to reach out and catch it, but halfway through the action, she stopped herself.

Gazing around, everything in sight was either the red of roaring flames or the black formed by the gathering Mors, with nothing left of how Britain should be.

With more and more Mors gathering, Pasival, Gareth, Matthew, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Noconalay all had no time to pay attention to the rear, resisting the attacking Mors along with the allied army of fairies and humans, the battle very tense.

Da Vinci also manipulated mechanical arms, carrying the unconscious Bagster and Habettelot, occasionally firing a few missiles into the dense group of Mors, equally unable to pay attention to the rear.

Therefore, no one noticed Morgan had awakened, nor did anyone realize Altoria had stopped.

Morgan looked at this scene, as emotion clearly surfaced on her face in Altoria’s astonishment.

That emotion was called sorrow.

"You..."

Altoria immediately understood why Morgan was like this, and wanted to say something but found herself unable to speak.

"I haven’t fallen to the point where you need to worry about my emotions, Altoria." Morgan seemed to see through Altoria’s heart, and her voice turned cold, saying, "The victor becomes king, and the loser a bandit. Since I’ve lost, for Britain to fall to this, I can only accept it."

Morgan restrained her sorrowful expression, as if she had composed her emotions.

But a thousand years of obsession, how could it be let go just as easily?

When the emotions surging in Morgan’s heart would truly settle, perhaps even she didn’t know.

Yet she very clearly knew what she had to do next.

Morgan then turned and silently left there.

"Where are you going?"

Seeing this, Altoria hurriedly followed.

Morgan didn’t answer the question, nor did she look back at Altoria; she simply coldly spoke of another topic.

"That man went to confront Cornus, didn’t he?"

Upon hearing this, Altoria was momentarily stunned before silently nodding.

Morgan wasn’t surprised by this, speaking calmly.

"Then leave that to him, I’ll go take care of another."

As these words were spoken, Altoria’s steps momentarily stalled.

Morgan didn’t mind Altoria’s reaction, as if sensing something, quickly leaving the group and walking alone toward the distance.

Altoria looked at Morgan’s silhouette, then at her companions behind her, hesitated for a moment, then clenched her teeth and followed Morgan.

"Altoria...!"

It seemed that finally someone noticed Altoria’s departure, but Altoria paid no heed to the exclamations from behind, quickly catching up with Morgan.

She probably could guess what Morgan intended to do.

If that’s so, then she had to go too.

...

This was a high mountain at some distance from Camelot.

On the mountain, at the peak, a figure stood against the wind, gazing into the distance.

"Boom—"

A thunderous roar shaking the heavens and earth came from the direction of his gaze, with waves of impact forming air currents that surged like fierce winds, blowing to his location and making his entire attire flutter.

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