Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Artoria picked up her wine glass and, in Bagst's sight, deliberately or unintentionally moved it to the spot where Ian had just drunk from.

The king's tongue swept across every inch of the rim of the cup, as if greedily collecting certain flavors.

Gollum—

Artoria looked at Bagst and drank the rest of the wine in her glass.

"How about it?"

She spoke with a smile.

"You can drink with him anytime if you want."

"As long as it's not wasteful, it's fine."

"..."

Bagst felt his brain buzzing.

Can I just take the glass that my father Ian drank from and drink from it like Artoria does?

Doesn't that mean I'm indirectly kissing him?

Bagst had no idea how excited he was when he was thinking about these things.

The table began to shake as her legs trembled.

The ground itself felt like it was experiencing an earthquake.

If Artoria hadn't stopped her in time, the entire tavern would probably have shaken up.

“Bagust, you seem less resistant now.”

Artoria gave a meaningful smile.

"However, this is not something you can do in the future."

“Bagoster, if you don’t mind—”

“It’s not a big deal to share a bathhouse with my father.”

"You can even take a bath together."

"..."

If the first two things were merely enough to pique Bagst's interest, then Artoria's final words completely ignited the flames within her.

After we filled our stomachs, we went to the bathhouse to bathe and drink.

During this process, there might also be...

Is there anything happier than this?

Bagst's face had already turned red.

Her hands were trembling.

Artoria gave a barely perceptible smile.

"Ok."

"It seems I still can't win you over."

“I’m not some devil who forces people, Lord Bagst. Let’s just pretend we didn’t say anything.”

"I'm going for a walk with Ian."

"Finish your drink, don't waste it."

With that, Artoria took Ian's hand from across the table, making it seem as if she was about to leave.

Before leaving, she turned back and said as if she had remembered something:

"correct."

"I've considered your opinion, and the wedding will not be canceled."

"Lord Ian, you may not be appearing with the Knights as often in the future."

"us……"

Artoria didn't continue speaking, but simply smiled slightly.

But this was enough to be the final straw that broke Bagst's back.

Will we rarely see each other again?

"Um, Your Majesty, please wait a moment."

Bagst stood up.

"what happened?"

"..."

“I’ve figured it out,” Bagst replied cautiously.

"If the king does not abandon me, I am willing..."

No, I still can't bring myself to say it.

Even so, Artoria had already gotten the answer she wanted.

She temporarily released Ian's hand and hugged Bagst.

How could I possibly dislike you?

"What a wonderful child."

"Well then, Baggezi, since you've put it that way, then get ready."

"Ready? Get ready?"

Bagst was a little shy, but also a little confused.

"Your Majesty, no, Mother, what do you mean by this?"

"It's just necessary etiquette."

Artoria grabbed Ian's arm.

"Now that we have a daughter—"

"Shouldn't we let my beloved older sister know first?"

101. The Lion King's Heart-Fluttering Moment (4k)

It's quiet at night.

Inside the king's room.

Artoria's usual royal robes were already hanging on the cabinet next to her.

She then untied her hair and sat down next to Ian.

"Wait a long time?"

"How do you want to spend tonight?"

"As long as it's not that kind, I'll go with whatever you say."

Artoria said this, and then spread out her arms.

She remained as fair and beautiful as ever, as if she had never been tainted by anything.

"..."

Ian did not respond to Artoria.

However, Artoria had seen his reaction at that moment.

"So this is ah."

Artoria placed one of her hands on Ian's hand.

"There are indeed many things we haven't tried together yet."

"Let's try it tonight."

"You always treat me like food, it's time for me to treat you like food too."

As Artoria spoke, she climbed up to him step by step like a lion.

“Hoo—ah—”

He imitated Ian's voice from before.

Artoria put one hand on his shoulder.

She looked at Ian like a lioness looking at her male mate.

This is not an illusion.

Dragon did nothing today, but he could already smell the intoxicating fragrance in the air.

A more accurate description would be that it smells exactly the same as before.

Artoria appears as a holy and majestic queen, but secretly, she has already fallen in love with a dragon and become its possession.

However, this time she didn't allow him to act recklessly as before, but said softly:

"Tonight, you are my food."

"Don't touch me, not even a bite."

Artoria spoke earnestly, but her other hand, which wasn't around Ian's neck, was no longer as calm as it usually was.

Ian is hers.

Everything Ian owns is hers too.

As they continued kissing, Artoria's appetite gradually returned.

finally--

The moment Ian looked up at her, Artoria knew the time had come.

"I've never tried this before."

Artoria touched her cheek.

She licked her lips, revealing an expression that only Ian could see—an expression that belonged to a woman.

"I won't let you get away with this today."

As Artoria said this, she then climbed off the bed like a lion and lowered her proud head.

She let her hair down and intertwined her fingers with Ian's two hands, one on each side.

"You are my food too."

Artoria murmured softly, her expression one of utter happiness.

This is--

A night unlike any other.

At first, he just watched her like a mischievous kitten, showing off her sharp teeth in front of him.

But soon, these sharp teeth found an even greater purpose.

The dragon's eyes widened slightly, as if it had arrived in a new world it had never seen before.

"Artoria."

"Is this how you usually feel when you're with me?"

"..."

She did not answer him.

She held his hand even more happily, twisting it as if she were grasping a destiny she had never possessed before.

"..."

"..."