What Morgan was hoping for in her heart, Reiger naturally couldn’t know.

Unlike Morgan and Altoria, he didn’t have the [Fairy Eye] talent to see through people’s hearts and lies.

Therefore, as he looked at Morgan, he spoke.

"The ’condition’ from last time didn’t work out, so let’s try a different approach this time."

Upon hearing this, Morgan fell silent.

"How about we make a bet?"

Reiger said this sentence.

"A bet?" Morgan replied sarcastically, "You’re not planning to gamble on whether the prophesied child and the foreign magician can defeat me tomorrow, are you?"

"That’s right." Reiger was unbothered by Morgan’s sarcasm and responded calmly, "We can’t fight each other directly, so to make you step down, Altoria and the others need to take action."

"That’s why you think you’re bound to win, right?"

Morgan did not deny Reiger’s comment.

If her opponent was Reiger, Morgan indeed was not confident in her victory.

A month and a half ago, she might have been indifferent; back then, Reiger didn’t pose much pressure on Morgan, and she didn’t think she would fail to suppress him.

But after over a month, something had happened, and this man’s strength had abruptly increased to the point where Morgan, upon seeing him again, couldn’t calm herself down for a long time.

Even now, Morgan could clearly feel the subtle threat emanating from the man beside her, which warned her that if she attempted anything against him, the result might be worse than ever before.

To this, Morgan was reluctant to believe but had no choice but to accept.

Facing the current Reiger, even with twelve holy spears and a throne accumulating endless Magic Power, Morgan still had the premonition that if she took action, she would inevitably face defeat.

This man had transformed and became far stronger than before.

Originally, he was already powerful beyond a human; now, he was so strong that Morgan doubted whether he was even a being of this world.

At least, in Morgan’s perception, neither fairies nor gods could be Reiger’s match now.

Unless the oldest, most mysterious, and most formidable ultra-ancient pureblood dragon, Albion, resurrected or the meteor troops that once destroyed the surface reappeared, Morgan couldn’t imagine anyone in this anomaly belt could be Reiger’s opponent.

If it weren’t for the fact that she herself was a Paradise Fairy and knew as much about the Inner Sea of the Star’s nature and mission as anyone, Morgan might have suspected that Reiger was the true prophesied child sent to save Britain.

The pressure Reiger was giving Morgan in this intangible manner was indeed immense.

Fortunately, there was a "stake" of connection between them, and they had already formed a contract, ensuring they wouldn’t become enemies; otherwise, Britain’s future would be utterly doomed...

Of course, as long as Reiger couldn’t make a move against her, Morgan was confident she could crush that so-called allied army.

Altoria?

Just a latecoming younger generation by several thousand years; she had already walked this path and completed pilgrimages countless times, so there was no way she’d lose to her.

Noconalay?

As a successor to Queen Mab, she indeed had potential beyond any average fairy clan leader, but she traded that potential for a whole royal clan’s survival and strength, which Morgan found utterly foolish and hardly worth her attention.

Chaldea?

Admittedly, having eradicated five anomaly belts, Chaldea was quite formidable, and its Heroic Spirit Summoning Technique was unique. Yet, Morgan, a Divine Realm-level genius in magic, had long since deciphered the Heroic Spirit Summoning System and Spiritual Particle Transfer System of Chaldea. As a magus, no Master could surpass her in ability, and the summoned servants were far inferior to her Elf Knights. Apart from the shield-bearing Knight of the Round Table, there wasn’t much of a threat.

As for the Round Table...

Frankly, Morgan had never accounted for the heritage left by her disciple.

The thousand-strong Round Table army was too fragile, and humans, compared to fairies, were even weaker. Even the only commendable leader, Pasival, only held a holy spear she had discarded, hardly a threat.

Even the three clans of Wind, Earth, and Wings that secretly hindered her weren’t worth Morgan’s concern.

Past losers; she had conquered all of Britain single-handedly, using force when the Tooth, Wind, Earth, Wings, Mirror, and King six clans were all present.

Without holy spears, throne, Elf Knights, or the Queen’s army, she managed to conquer all of Britain; now, possessing all of these, how could she not succeed?

Once the war ended, she would deal with them one by one.

Thus calculated, Morgan indeed had reason to be fearless.

As long as Reiger didn’t intervene, Morgan couldn’t fathom why she might fail.

Reiger also sensed this, which was why he made such a statement.

"Since you have such confidence, let’s place a bet," Reiger smiled and said, "without using the holy spear or the throne, test your strength against Altoria and the others."