Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"Do whatever you want."

"That--"

Bagst glanced to both sides, then coughed lightly, his face slightly flushed.

"I want you to feed me wine!"

"The kind that comes right away!"

"Wang said that this is acceptable, right?"

"..."

Seeing Bagst's expectant look, Ian naturally nodded as well.

"it is good."

Ian picked up the wine glass.

Bagst also stuck out his tongue.

The warmth emanated from her lips, like the mist in the mountains.

Her gaze remained fixed on his face, and a blush spread across her cheeks like a tide.

Gollum—

Gollum—

The wine glass was brought closer, and Bagst downed it in one gulp.

Although it doesn't have the same exhilarating feeling as drinking heartily as usual, it has a unique charm because of his presence.

“Delicious!”

Bagst clapped like a child.

But soon, she became a little embarrassed.

After all, the education she received from Morgan invariably conveyed the same message:

That is--

I cannot do something so unbecoming of myself.

but……

To Bagst's surprise, Ian applauded after he stopped.

"Why not continue?"

"Mingming, this is what you wanted to do, wasn't it?"

"Didn't I tell you, you can do whatever you want?"

"..."

"Ok!"

Bagst suddenly realized that he had discovered a new continent.

His father was not a human being in the true sense, but a dragon with a completely different understanding.

Etiquette and blood ties held almost no sway over him.

Bagst felt his legs begin to tremble.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of excitement.

now that……

If he doesn't mind these things at all...

Bagst stood up, climbed over the table, and sat down next to Ian.

"I am drunk."

"So I don't know what I'll do next."

"Is this alright?"

"..."

"Do whatever you want—"

Ian's answer remained the same.

“Bagust, you did not come into this world for anyone.”

"..."

Bagst's eyes were a little red.

If the man beside her wasn't that special to her, she probably would have tied him to the bed long ago.

The taste, the figure, the words—everything about her was just to my liking.

Bagst looked around.

Those hidden ulterior motives resurfaced once again.

I want to do something excessive.

That kind of...

Things that make you feel excessively happy.

Baggs grabbed his hand.

Under the table, where no one knew, she felt the stimulation of being touched for the first time.

"Well……"

Bagst took a deep breath.

She didn't think she would turn into something strange just from being touched a little.

but now……

She realized she had overestimated herself.

Just a slight touch was enough to make my head spin and my mind go blank.

Good dish.

Bagst couldn't help but give himself this assessment.

Do you like it this way too?

Ian's sudden remark startled Bagst.

What does "also" mean?

"Because Artoria likes it this way too."

Ian spoke earnestly, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

"Your Majesty, you like this too?"

"Ah."

Ian nodded.

"She especially likes it this way—"

"Well!"

What are his fingers doing?!

Bagst felt all the blood in his body rush to his head in an instant.

With her tongue lolling out, she looked like a big dog.

She leaned on his shoulder.

This is a weight that only he can bear.

Bagst was panting heavily.

Of course she knew how shameless this was.

but……

So happy

Even though it was just two fingers, Bagst felt very happy.

After all, this is something that has attracted me since birth.

"Ian."

Suppressing the urge to cry out, Bagst asked softly.

"Can you promise me something?"

"what's up?"

"don't want……"

"Please treat me like your daughter."

Bagst spoke very softly, a stark contrast to his earlier boisterous manner.

However, she soon noticed the slight upturn of his lips.

"..."

"why are you laughing?"

“I never considered you to be that kind of person.”

"I just--"

"I want to protect you."

"That's all."

"..."

Bagst couldn't say a word.

But she was very happy.

Born out of revenge against Artoria, he is finally free from the constraints of that past.

"That……"

Bagst regained his courage.

"Between me and Wang, who do you like more?"

"Artoria."

"Why, why?"

"She would actively pinch my fingers there, which felt very comfortable."

"I can do that too!"

Just as Bagst was preparing to show that he was no less capable than Artoria.

The tavern door opened once again.

This time, however, it was a catgirl who walked in.

In her hand, she held the broken half of the Aroundight from Melyuchina.

"I am Habertlot Meow!"

"The new Knights of the Round Table!"

"You all need to remember this well!"

103. Round Table Knights Habercat (?)

"..."