Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

However, when she saw Ian, Artoria's eyes still showed a hint of unexpected surprise.

after all--

According to what he said earlier, he shouldn't have met Ian at this time.

"King Arthur, meow!"

"We meet again, meow!"

Habertrot waved his hand, showing no regard for Artoria as the supreme queen.

It was just one of my friends who lived in the castle.

"It's nice to see you again, Habertlot."

"It seems you already know Lord Ian."

"Hehe~"

Habertrot looked very happy.

"This guy is a really nice person, so we got to know each other right away."

"Ah That's good."

"Then, I'll start working now?! The king's size, is it the one you had Melyuchina give me?"

"Correct."

"No problem, I'll cover it!"

After retrieving his enormous backpack from Ian, Habertlot randomly found a room with a table and began to work.

Artoria also rose from her throne and walked towards Ian.

She put her hands behind her back and whispered in his ear:

"tonight--"

Let's take a look at the wedding dresses together!

105. Artoria's Bride Service

"Got it, meow!"

Habertlot held up a dress that was much larger than herself and waved it in front of Artoria.

"Your Majesty, take a look and see if this suits you!"

"it is good."

Artoria smiled and nodded, then took the sewing kit from Habertlot.

"As expected of the legendary wedding dress tailor."

"It's a flawless wedding dress from every angle."

Artoria was lavish in her praise, which made Habertlot even more proud.

"of course!"

"I will do my best to fulfill whatever the king asks me to do!"

"but--"

Habertrot glanced at Ian, who was standing next to Artoria.

"What is this for?"

"..."

Artoria glanced at Ian beside her and gave a subtle smile.

"nothing."

"Just some—"

"It's just something an adult should do."

Artoria reached out and patted Habertrot's head.

"Alright, you can go and rest now."

"I'll attend the wedding later."

"Ok!"

Habertlot nodded happily.

"I see!"

Watching Habertlot skip away, Artoria turned back and waved the wedding dress in her hand.

"Will you help me change it?"

"Okay, it's up to you."

Inside the king's bedroom.

Artoria stood in front of the mirror.

Behind her was Ian.

"Come on~"

Artoria looked at him in the mirror and raised her arms.

"You know what to do."

"..."

Ian did not answer Artoria, but his hand had already very naturally moved to her waist.

Freed from the constraints of the invincible golden sword (Caliburn), Artoria's figure had already blossomed into an incredibly alluring one.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that small branches bear large fruits.

However, since he always wore that thick royal robe, the only person who could know this accurately was Ian.

A few quick swipes.

Artoria's thick clothes rustled slightly against her fair skin.

Soon, the woman in the mirror looked completely different.

"..."

Looking at his hands in the mirror, slowly moving up from her waist, little by little...

Artoria didn't stop him; instead, Fan showed a happy smile.

The fruit that the king had grown was thus picked and held in the dragon's hand.

With a gentle squeeze, two white rainbows appear again under the moonlight.

"Really..."

Artoria uttered words of complaint, yet then stuck out her tongue and licked something on the mirror.

"You always love playing with food like this."

“There would be a lot of waste—that’s absolutely unacceptable.”

"However, I'll forgive you for now."

Artoria licked her lips.

Her legs were slightly apart, as if she was adjusting something.

"Come, help me put on my wedding dress."

"Ah."

Following Artoria's instructions, Ian gently began to work.

While Habertrot may not have any particular skills in combat, she is a rare genius when it comes to tailoring.

That pure white wedding dress was top-notch in both softness and feel.

It passed over Artoria's slightly raised foot, along her thigh, and down to her waist.

When it arrived at the location of the dragon's food reserves, it used a net to pull up the fruits that were originally difficult to gather, and even swayed them a few times.

Finally, Artoria's hands were also covered with a white veil, and Habertrot's design was presented in its most perfect form.

"..."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Artoria momentarily forgot the existence of words.

Some images flashed through her mind.

if--

If I hadn't met him that night.

It seems that life would be completely the opposite.

Artoria's lips were slightly moist.

That was a blessing she had never imagined, born because of him.

"Well--"

Suddenly, Artoria felt her neck being bitten.

Once she regained consciousness, she looked into the mirror.

Ian had already hugged her tightly, his expression one of ecstasy and complete absorption.

"..."

"What's the matter?"

Artoria did not object to Ian's actions, but instead asked gently.

Why did it suddenly bite like that?

"because--"

Ian opened his mouth.

"Artoria is becoming more and more like her mother."

"Eh?"

"What, what does this mean?"

Altria was a little surprised.

"You mean I'm very suitable to be your mother?"

"Do not."

Ian shook his head.

"My mother's cooking is my favorite flavor."

"Artoria—"

"It tastes the same now."

"..."

Artoria laughed.

Sometimes, I really don't understand what you're thinking.

"It felt like you were trying to say something about liking someone else, but in the end it was all vague and unclear."

"They're really unpredictable."

"That--"

"I love you, Artoria."