Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"Obviously..."

"This time I have a chance to win her over..."

"Why is that...?"

Morgan slumped to the ground, clutching his head, a helpless expression on his face.

"Mother, you look very sad."

The sound echoed in the room.

"Was my father really a bastard?"

"..."

“Bavanshi, you’re not allowed to talk about your father like that!” Morgan retorted, her voice echoing in the air. “He was just… bewitched by Artoria.”

"I don't think so."

“Once or twice might be considered manipulation, but to always stand on Artoria’s side is something that Mother can’t explain away by deceiving herself, can she?”

"But...hmm~"

“If my mother wanted to, I actually had a way to ruin this wedding.”

A figure that resembled Morgan somewhat, but was almost entirely different in appearance, appeared in the shadows of the room.

"However, it might be a little bit excessive."

"I don't know, Mother, are you willing?"

"..."

"Bavanshi, are you trying to persuade me?" Morgan sensed the subtle undertone in his daughter Bavanshi's words.

It was a feeling that was somewhat similar to myself, but essentially more cunning and ruthless.

"Mother, please don't say that—"

Bavanshi rested her chin on her hand.

"I love my father just like you do."

"..."

"Then tell me about it."

"If you dare to try to fool me like Bagst did, you'll be sorry."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Bawanshi smiled slightly.

"I am the most honest."

"All of this was just wanting to love my father the way my mother did?"

"If there is even the slightest lie, then let me be punished."

Back to Artoria's side.

As Morgan departed, a triumphant smile crept onto the King of Camelot's lips.

"It seems that my sister has no objections."

"Bagust, can you rest assured now?"

“Eh, this…”

Despite listening to Artoria's words, Bagst's expression did not ease much.

On the contrary, she felt her mood becoming increasingly heavy.

Especially when recalling what his mother Morgan had just said—

"Be a good daughter to them."

Yes.

No retention.

No anger.

even……

No action was taken.

It's as if I've never been valued at all; I can be brought up when I need something, and "sent away" like this when I don't.

original……

Was it insignificant from the beginning?

Bagst's eyes gradually dimmed.

She felt that she was no different from a stray dog ​​on the street.

She's still a human being, unlike a stray dog.

"Yes, I'm relieved. Thank you, Your Majesty."

After offering a weak and feeble apology, Bagst turned away.

"Well, I still have patrol duties to do."

"Your Majesty, I'm leaving now."

Without waiting for Artoria's reply, Bagst walked away alone.

Artoria watched her retreating figure, wanting to say something but holding back.

But at this very moment—

A figure swept past her.

It's Ian.

"Artoria."

"I want to go to Bagster."

"..."

After a moment's hesitation, Artoria finally nodded.

"Ah."

"Go."

"Take good care of our daughter."

"I will."

After giving Artoria this reply, Ian strode over to Bagst's side.

What he didn't know was that Artoria also harbored some excessive thoughts.

Bagst is not his and his real daughter.

in case……

If she had a real daughter, she would probably have to...

No, let's put those aside for now.

"Eh?"

Looking at Ian who had come to his side, Bagst's eyes were full of confusion, but at the same time he also seemed a little uneasy.

"What are they trying to do...?"

"have no idea--"

"but……"

Ian hugged Bagst, pulling the tall woman into his arms.

"Today, I want to spend the whole day playing with you."

102. Bagst's filial piety completely corrupted

"exactly!"

"It's more fun to drink like this, taking big gulps!"

Inside a tavern somewhere in Camelot.

Bagst and Ian then began to drink together.

"Right!"

"Yep."

Ian looked at Bagst, whose face was already flushed, and nodded.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"Eh?"

Bagst paused for a moment after being asked that by Ian, then waved his hand.

"What?! I've been in a great mood the whole time!"

"Don't talk nonsense, Yi..."

Bagst stopped halfway through his speech.

After hesitating for a moment, she changed her words:

"Father."

"Just call me as before."

Ian stared directly at Bagst.

“When you call out ‘father,’ you smell terrible.”

"I don't want it to become like that."

"you……"

Bagst hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Is it really possible to do this?"

"Won't Your Majesty be unhappy?"

"Won't you be unhappy too?"

Ian reached for Bagst's hand.

He had no other intentions; he simply wanted to comfort her in this way.

"Baghster, for whom are you living?"

"You need to think this through carefully."

"..."

Bagst fell silent.

But her gaze never left him.

Finally, as if she had figured it out, she said softly:

“From now on, I will not treat you with the respect due to a father in private.”

"Not at all."

"Is this really okay?"

Why ask for my opinion?

Ian placed his hand on Bagst's head.