Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"Having no supportive background and no one to confide in, I felt completely insecure, which eventually led to fear and self-doubt in my cognition."

Bagst had no idea why such a long string of adjectives had suddenly popped into his head.

But she could sense one thing.

That is……

I feel very uneasy right now.

"You can train as you see fit."

Completely disregarding the knights' training, Bagst turned and left the training ground.

She wanted to go to their usual spot for a couple of drinks.

only--

As Bagst stepped into the familiar tavern, he saw two unexpected figures.

Those are Ian and Artoria.

The two of them were sitting in their usual seats, with several glasses of wine placed on the table.

And it seemed like they had the whole place to themselves, because there was no one else around.

"How, how could..."

When Bagst saw the two talking, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

After all, if you really think about it carefully, you're essentially going against Artoria, who is King Arthur.

we can even say……

The problem lies in one's own identity.

As the illegitimate daughter of Ian and her mother Morgan, she was destined to stand on the opposite side of Artoria.

Oaths of allegiance are nothing but a bubble-like illusion.

The most important thing is to destroy the wedding that imprisons his father.

Let's not meet.

With that thought in mind, Bagst wanted to leave the tavern he frequented.

However, just as she turned to leave, a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Bagster."

"..."

The female swordswoman turned around and saw Ian staring at her.

That expression could easily be described as gentle.

"That's exactly what I was looking for."

"Come and sit down for a while."

"..."

Regardless of his identity, upon hearing Ian's words, Bagst felt his body become uncontrollable.

By the time she realized what was happening, she had already walked right up to him and her.

Now we have no choice but to come.

Bagst forced himself to give a bow.

"Your Majesty, Lord Ian."

What a coincidence!

“You’re here too.”

“It’s no coincidence at all, we were waiting for you right here,” Artoria said with a smile, then patted the spot next to her.

"Come on, sit here with me."

"..."

"it is good."

Although he didn't know what Artoria was planning to do, and felt a strange unease, Bagst did as she asked.

After all, no matter what, the other party is still his king.

"Um, why did you wait for me all this time?"

Bagst asked cautiously.

"There shouldn't be anything important, right?"

“Be my daughter,” Artoria said with a smile.

"Oh, that? The king's suggestion? Of course not..."

"Ok?"

Bagst belatedly looked up.

She wondered if she had just hallucinated.

"Your Majesty, what did you say?"

"I said--"

Artoria took Bagst's hand and emphasized it again.

"Come be my daughter."

This time, the King of Camelot spoke slowly, as if worried that Bagst might not hear him clearly, and even emphasized the identity of "my daughter".

This left Bagst stunned.

"Kai, are you kidding me?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not do that."

"How can I be your daughter!"

"This is an outrageous act!"

"Don't be so quick to refuse, Bagst."

Artoria gently patted her hand, as if to comfort her.

"I'm asking you, do you love Camelot?"

"Huh?"

"Just tell me the truth, I want to know your real thoughts."

"..."

Bagst glanced at Ian, his face slightly flushed, and then nodded.

"Love."

"Of course I love Camelot."

This is not Bagst flattering Artoria.

As her hometown, she has gained many things she loves on this land.

Like being able to gulp down several large glasses of wine;

It's like a bountiful harvest;

Bagst admitted that he was just like a starving puppy, with a crazy craving for food.

Camelot is better able to fulfill all of these requirements.

"Isn't this right?"

“I love Camelot too.”

"So, we are the same."

Artoria thus drew the two closer together.

"You don't need to feel any psychological burden."

"..."

Bagst was not swayed by such words.

She hadn't forgotten the truth she'd learned from Morgan about Artoria's desire to marry Ian.

"Your Majesty, what you said is very good."

"but--"

"I don't want to do that."

Although Morgan had also been deceived, Bagst found Artoria's behavior even more unacceptable.

Rather than witnessing his father Ian's hellish future, he'd rather destroy the wedding from the start!

Bagst appeared very decisive.

It seems nothing can move her anymore.

However, it seemed that Artoria had already anticipated this.

She picked up her glass, took a small sip, and continued speaking softly:

"What if I told you that if you're willing to do this, you can eat with your father every day from now on?"

"Father?"

"Isn't that..."

Bagst looked at Ian.

"Yeah, you're right."

Altria nodded.

"To be my daughter is to be his daughter."

“In that case, you are naturally qualified to dine with us.”

"Even, if you wish—"

Artoria leaned close to Bagst's ear.

“You can let him feed you.”

"..."

If the identity of being a "daughter" isn't enough to give Bagst any real impact...

The concept of "feeding" completely makes up for this.

She even imagined herself wearing a formal dress and having a candlelight dinner with Ian.

"This one……"

Bagst bit his lip, refusing with all his might.

"It's nothing, Your Majesty."

"There's no point in me getting involved in the meal or anything like that."

However, she didn't know that Artoria wasn't the kind of person who only had one plan.

"What if it could be like this?"

Artoria said this, and then winked at Ian.

The latter nodded knowingly, then picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

Before Bagst could understand what this meant, Ian, under her gaze, handed the wine he had drunk to Artoria.

Bagst seemed to sense something.

And this premonition soon became a reality.