Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Her legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Is he fickle or devoted?

"Clearly, he was so devoted to Artoria, willing to do everything he could before she became king."

"but……"

Mei Liuqina looked at her legs.

"She'll do these despicable things with other people again."

"you are weird."

"is it?"

Ian nodded.

"Although I don't quite understand everything you're saying, I guess I'm the one who did something wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Melyuchina."

"..."

"Fool!"

"If anyone should be saying sorry, it's me!"

Mei Liuqina playfully punched his chest.

"Mingming, I was the one who asked you to come out, wasn't I?"

"I was the one who made you do something that would betray Artoria."

"I... am such a bad woman."

"But you smell so good—"

Ian gently sniffed through Melyuchina's hair, as if he were savoring some treasure.

Is this considered bad?

"Idiot, just because someone smells good doesn't mean they're a good person!"

Melyuchina stared at Ian.

"But bad people must smell bad."

“I’m sure of that.”

"..."

Mei Liuqina couldn't say a word.

She could hold her own in arguments with everyone else, but with Ian, she couldn't even finish a single sentence.

"You guy..."

Melyuchina pressed herself against Ian's chest.

"Then, can I still do this with you in the future?"

"Meliuchina, is this what you want?"

"I don't mean to hope, I just..."

Melyuchina grabbed Ian's arm.

"I just feel it's a pity."

"Well--"

As soon as Mei Liuqina finished speaking, she felt her lips being kissed.

"I won't feel regretful."

"Meliuchina will always be my accomplice."

"..."

"Fool……"

Meiliuqina buried her head in his chest.

"You're my lover, how many times do I have to tell you before you remember!"

The petite swordsman was unaware of this.

Everything she did at that moment was being watched by a woman lurking in the shadows.

That's Morgan.

"So that's how the relationship works—"

She had only wanted to see what Ian would do before the wedding, but she never expected to see something like this.

"So this is ah……"

Morgan bit her lip.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

"Artoria, since I'm not the only one who wants to ruin the wedding—"

"Then don't blame me."

92. My father got married, but the bride wasn't me.

"My father got married, but I wasn't the bride..."

In a tavern somewhere in Britain, Bagst was drinking alone, feeling down.

"Why is this happening?"

Bagst never dreamed that when Artoria and Ian returned a few days ago, it was to announce that she would be marrying him.

And it was a whirlwind marriage!

Although it has not been fully disclosed yet.

However, this behavior, which left no time for anyone to react, was still too unexpected.

To know……

I just touched that place, and now I have to hand it over to the king?

"Ugh--"

Bagst let out a long sigh.

She felt her life was starting to turn gloomy.

Are you drinking alone?

"My daughter, isn't she a little lonely?"

"Eh?"

A familiar voice sounded.

Bagst turned around and saw his mother, Morgan.

She smiled gently, as if nothing had happened.

only--

Recalling his mother's behavior, Bagst still didn't really want to see her.

"Nothing."

"I'm leaving now."

"If you don't talk to me, you might lose your father."

"Bagust—"

Even so, you don't care?

"..."

Just as Bagst turned around to leave, he saw Morgan with a gloomy face.

It's clear that she's holding her breath.

"Father, father?"

"What father?"

Bagst's eyes darted away.

"Ian."

"The chief knight of the round table, the only knight in this city more powerful than you, is the person you have always admired."

Morgan coldly announced his name.

The tenderness that had been in her eyes just moments before was completely gone.

Instead, there was an extreme level of displeasure.

"..."

Although he had already confirmed Ian's identity through his own means, Bagst still felt a pang of unease when he heard his mother, Morgan, confirm it.

"He...is he really my father?"

"Correct."

Morgan nodded.

"You are the child created from his essence, plus my efforts."

"I didn't want to tell you this."

"but……"

Morgan clenched his fist.

“If this continues, you will lose your father, and I will lose my husband.”

Even so, are you still going to leave?

"..."

Bagst's resolve began to waver.

Morgan, the mother, felt little sense of reality when she lost her husband;

The problem is, if Artoria really marries Ian, then what about herself, as a member of the Knights of the Round Table...?

It would be very awkward in every sense of the word.

"I understand."

Bagst sat back down in his seat.

"That……"

“Let’s talk, Mother.”

"now it's right."

With Bagst's consent, Morgan's gloomy face finally brightened a bit.

“This is my child.”

"Another drink, please!"

The princess of Britain waved her hand in response.

Soon, another glass of wine appeared on the table.

So, what exactly is the situation now?

Watching his mother gently sip her wine, Bagst couldn't help but ask:

"Mother, since you've come to see me, you must have something on your mind, right?"