Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Mei Liuqina was stunned for a moment.

She found that she really couldn't refute Artoria's words.

Marrying him is worse than keeping him under house arrest.

By deliberately emphasizing his identity like this, it's almost inevitable that people will think, "This is exploiting the dragon's bloodline."

That's because you can't control him!

Meiliuqina came up with a reason and vehemently refuted it.

"Are you kidding me?"

“Ian, take Melyuchina to take a bath now.”

"Ah."

There was a pop.

Melyuchina was carried by Ian and jumped into the still milky-scented bathtub.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.

"..."

With her hair disheveled by the pool water, Meiliuqina truly believed it now.

"You... do you really want to marry Ian?"

"if not?"

Artoria followed her into the bath.

"Who told you that I'm using Ian's bloodline?"

“Tell me, Melyuchina.”

"..."

Mei Liuqina shook her head.

"I can't say."

"If I tell you, I'll give you the chance to continue being Ian's mistress—"

"Ok?"

Meiliuqina raised her head.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Are you serious?"

"Can I... continue being her lover?"

"Why not?"

Artoria hugged Ian and gently kissed his cheek.

"He likes you so much, what if I killed you—"

"That's the end of it all."

"Meliuqina, although I hate your betrayal, I am also angry that you did not keep your promise to protect me."

"but."

Artoria touched the dragon's pride that had just been used to punish Melyuchina.

"I love him."

"So even if it is your betrayal, I can forgive you because of him."

"..."

Mei Liuqina felt a tremor in her heart.

She felt she was a bit superficial.

Finally, she spoke.

"that……"

"Morgan told me."

“Bagust, that illegitimate daughter, her thoughts are probably similar to mine.”

"..."

"Is this the truth?" Artoria frowned.

"It's true."

Before Melyuchina could answer, Ian spoke first.

"Artoria, I assure you."

“Ian…”

Meiliuqina lowered her head.

Seeing her like this, Artoria didn't pursue the matter any further.

"understood."

"I know what to do."

99. Artoria: I also have a good match with alcohol.

night.

The king's bedroom.

Artoria, sitting on her duck-like back with her legs spread out, gently stroked Ian, who was sleeping on her lap.

The eyes that used to look at them with indifference were now as gentle as water.

"Comfortable?"

"Comfortable."

Feeling Artoria's caresses, Ian nodded.

"Artoria, it smells so good."

"..."

Artoria smiled.

That's the way she only acts in front of him.

"It's been a long time since I've heard you say that."

"Is that what you want?"

"Can Artoria allow me to do that now?"

“Mingming, you’re already a queen, aren’t you?” Ian said, looking at her.

"what are you talking about?"

"To them, I am indeed the king."

"but--"

Artoria's hands stopped on her royal robes.

Without the slightest hesitation or shyness.

The King of Camelot, like peeling back the outer packaging of food, revealed something.

"You are different."

"I am not your king."

"I'm……"

"Your food."

Saying things that no one else could possibly hear under normal circumstances, Artoria casually picked up the wine glass next to her.

Camelot has had a very good harvest recently.

The grapes are growing very well.

As a result, the production of wine is increasing exponentially.

tick-

tick-

Artoria gently swirled the wine in her glass, letting the pale purple liquid spiral out of the glass.

Some of them accidentally landed on the white silk bed sheet and bloomed into beautiful flowers.

But most of it was poured onto the food she offered to the dragon.

Artoria is perfect.

Therefore, the food she waters in this way is also perfect.

Artoria put down her wine glass.

She leaned back, lay on the bed, and closed her eyes.

She smiled and whispered her advice.

"Please enjoy yourself, now that you've come to my side."

"I also go well with alcohol~"

"Roar—"

A low growl came from Ian's throat.

It turns out.

Although Artoria is extremely arrogant in public, her methods of ruling Camelot can be described as almost ruthless, ruthless, and willful.

But to Ian, she was still like that clueless girl who had found him.

He was the first being to give himself the concept of "sex".

It also made me realize that some things are worth trying.

That's right.

It was precisely because of this that he did not completely lose himself and become a walking corpse when he pulled out the Golden Sword of Victory (Caliburn).

You can experience normal love, and you can do what you want to do.

Um--

This is what it means to be alive.

As Artoria thought this way, she became increasingly able to immerse herself in the identity of "food".

The dragon's teeth parted slightly.

Grapes aren't the only thing that can make fine wine; cherries can too.

A gentle squeeze can also yield a delightful wine.

Artoria opened her eyes.

She felt that if she didn't watch at such a moment, she would definitely miss out on many wonderful memories.

"Can……"

"They don't really consider my feelings."

Artoria cupped his cheeks in her hands.

His long legs, now free from the constraints of the Caliburn sword, were already folded around his waist.

"When dragons eat, they must gobble down their food, right?"