Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

The room gradually filled with the dragon's deep voice.

That was a completely different sound from Morgan's, and also different from the sound Melyuchina had heard.

"Artoria, is this really okay?"

"..."

There was still no sign of a response.

The only thing that could be called a response was probably Artoria's blissful gaze.

Moonlight.

Entering the home.

A small, smug smile appeared on the corner of the king's mouth.

And this seems to be just the beginning.

I don't know how much later.

Artoria nestled in his arms.

"Ian, are you happy?"

"Although we haven't done that yet, we've found a way for us to get along."

"I hope...it won't be disliked?"

"Artoria really is a cat, isn't she?"

"Wha, what?"

Artoria was somewhat confused by this sudden answer.

"Ian, what do you mean by this?"

"because……"

Ian touched Artoria's cheek.

"Do cats have many tiny barbs on their tongues?"

"Artoria, don't you have a tongue like that too?"

"..."

Two blushes of happiness appeared on Artoria's face.

"Don't call me a cat."

"I am a lion, a lion as brave as you."

"but--"

Artoria hugged him.

"If you think it looks like a cat, then it's not necessarily a bad thing."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere became even more ambiguous.

Ian held Artoria, who was lying in front of him, and gently breathed warm air into her.

Artoria, who buried her head in his chest, had a similar reaction.

"I really want to marry you soon—"

Thus said the King of Camelot.

"I couldn't stand this anymore..."

"..."

Artoria's words made Ian think of something.

He stroked her fair back and whispered:

"Artoria, may I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" She looked up.

"Baghster, what will tomorrow bring?"

"She didn't seem too keen on seeing Morgan."

"..."

Ian's words made Artoria sit up slightly.

"Nothing will happen."

She gave her own answer.

"Nothing will happen?"

“Hmm.” Artoria nodded. “Knowing my sister as I do, she won’t expose anything.”

"even……"

"Even what?"

“You’ll find out tomorrow.” Artoria tackled Ian.

"Now you should get some rest."

"Um--"

"I want to hold you while sleeping."

In a simple and beautiful atmosphere of happiness, Ian and Artoria spent the night together.

Two days until the wedding.

Ian and Artoria, along with Bagst, found Morgan in the library.

After a brief and concise retelling, she learned of Bagst's "betrayal."

"..."

Won't I get scolded?

She'll probably yell at me to my face, won't she?

My own mother is not the gentle type of woman.

She had many thoughts and resentments, and such behavior of switching sides to Artoria's side at the last minute would definitely be regarded as "traitor" by her.

she……

What would it do?

Bagst felt a chill run through his body.

She had long realized that her mother was definitely not a kind person; she only chose to stand by her side in order to save her father.

What kind of retaliation will it be...?

Bagst didn't dare to think about it anymore.

however--

Things did not go as Bagst had predicted at all.

Upon hearing what Artoria said, Morgan showed no anger whatsoever; instead, he smiled.

"is it?"

"Unexpectedly——"

"Do you want Bagst to be your child?"

"This really surprised me."

There was no attempt to persuade him to stay, no outburst, not even...

There was not a ripple at all.

On the contrary, he seemed rather happy.

Bagst had never imagined things would turn out this way.

It seems like he doesn't care at all about his own mother!

"Sister, will you be unhappy?"

Artoria looked at Morgan, who was completely calm, without showing much surprise.

"After all, Bagst was someone you brought into the Knights of the Round Table."

"Even if I do this, I have to consider your feelings."

"..."

A flicker of annoyance crossed Morgan's eyes, but it quickly dissipated into a ripple that no one could discern.

"There's no need to think about it that way."

“I am just an insignificant member of the royal family, while you are the King of Camelot.”

"You can decide on your own when it comes to marriage, so what's wrong with having another daughter?"

"Sister, you're being too formal."

Artoria responded to Morgan's words.

"Your opinion is still very important to me."

"..."

"is it?"

"maybe."

Morgan said this, and then walked up to Bagst.

Seeing the other person's slightly frightened look, she patted her on the shoulder.

"Be a good daughter to them."

"Bagster."

"I hope you won't regret this choice—"

Before Artoria could say anything more, or rather, before anyone could answer him, Morgan turned and left.

She walked through the streets of Camelot as if nothing had happened, and responded with a smile when she heard passersby calling her name.

only……

When she returned to the royal court, to her own room.

Her once gentle face instantly turned irritable.

"Artoria!"

Morgan clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table.

Her whole body was trembling, a stark contrast to her previous composure, clearly indicating that she was quite resentful of Artoria's earlier overbearing attitude.

"Are you trying to humiliate me again?!"

"I'm going to destroy you! I'm determined to destroy you!"

"I'm going to get Ian back!"

"And Bagst, how dare you betray me!"

Anger and resentment transformed into a mournful cry at that moment.

But what followed was endless sorrow.

"Why……"

"Why does everything seem to be going in Artoria's favor...?"