Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"Bawanshi."

"Show us your 'magic'."

"Just what I taught you."

"it is good."

Having inherited all of her mother Morgan's magic ideas, Bavanshi simply raised her hand and caused a shower of roses to fall at the wedding.

Immediately following was the flow of fine wine through the streets.

If the atmosphere of the wedding had already reached its peak with Artoria's declaration of the Dragon Kingdom, then...

Now, it's time to reignite that atmosphere.

The Camelot people enjoy drinking alcohol.

In this atmosphere filled with the aroma of wine, they became noticeably more excited.

Morgan then continued:

"Everyone, you've all seen it, haven't you?"

"The power of the dragon is actually far greater than you can imagine."

"and--"

"This power is not only in violence and war; even in peacetime, dragons can easily obtain magic from the air."

"This means that even for the sake of one's own livelihood, being able to master the power of dragons is entirely beneficial."

"Therefore, the king's ideal country is in perfect accordance with your future requirements."

"I will wholeheartedly support her ideals and continue the research on this subject."

"..."

Bawanshi didn't understand.

On that day, her mother clearly loathed the wedding and even had a tendency to self-destruct.

Why did you turn around and act like this?

What exactly does she want to do?

Bawanshi couldn't guess.

However, she trusted her mother.

because--

She felt the same love for Ian as she did for him.

You can feel how much she's burning herself out.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Artoria clapped.

of course.

She wasn't expressing approval of Morgan's declaration of loyalty, but rather sensing her sister's remarkable self-control.

A more accurate description would be the composure displayed in responding to situations.

"really."

“My sister, you have an endless love for Camelot.”

"I am proud and fortunate to have someone like you."

"You are the sister I am so proud of."

Wearing a wedding dress, Artoria gave this assessment.

For her, becoming a "Knight of the Round Table" from an "illegitimate child" is not necessarily a bad thing.

At least--

There's no need to resort to bloody methods at your own wedding.

A temporary "truce" wouldn't be a bad thing.

However, Artoria soon regretted her complacency.

Because those words were merely a prelude for Morgan to set the stage for the final act of the drama.

She continued:

“Your Majesty, since you agree with Bavanshi’s words, I think you also acknowledge the rationality of this method of ‘selecting’ the Knights of the Round Table.”

"of course."

"Well then, I have a favor to ask."

"What kind of unkind invitation?"

"that is……"

A sharp glint flashed in Morgan's eyes.

All the previous show of weakness was for the sake of these words at this moment.

“Cultivating knights with the power of dragons requires a much wider space; otherwise, they will only be ‘fakes’ completely detached from reality.”

"Since the borders of Camelot have already been pushed outwards quite a distance with the help of the dragons..."

Morgan's gaze swept over the city walls that had already reached the far distance.

"Then, could you grant me an equivalent amount of land within the city—"

"Should I continue this research?"

109. For you, he should come to my side.

She is not an "illegitimate child";

Instead, they were the "Knights of the Round Table".

By complying with Artoria, it is not a sign of surrender, but rather a means to maximize one's own interests.

Bavanshi looked at his mother Morgan with even more respect.

Compared to her own self-destructive actions, she was far superior.

"Your Majesty, is it alright?"

"Would you grant me this request for the sake of my ideal dragon kingdom?"

"Or--"

Morgan smiled slightly.

"Isn't this just impossible?"

Like a boomerang, Morgan's words struck Artoria's vitals with pinpoint accuracy.

Giving, then, is naturally a way of dissolving one's own rule;

It seems inappropriate for a huge capital city to have another "ruler".

Is not giving it to them the best option?

Not really.

He had already praised Morgan's contributions to Camelot before this.

If you offer no reward, the meaning you express will still be misunderstood.

"Those who dedicate themselves to the cause will get nothing in Camelot."

Once such thoughts spread, it would be far more terrible than losing the capital.

Artoria immediately felt awkward.

My older sister is exceptionally skilled in this kind of thing.

Looking at Artoria's expression, Morgan felt increasingly smug.

Without the slightest hesitation, she quickly continued her "attack".

"Your Majesty, if we consider the issue of efficiency—"

"I think……"

Morgan's gaze fell on Ian, who was watching Bavanshi from the side.

"Perhaps you'll need your husband to provide some guidance."

"After all, if you want the power of dragons to permeate Camelot, then he is the best example as a true dragon."

"Your Majesty, this is the path that Camelot's ideal state must take. You... will not hesitate, will you?"

"..."

Bawanshi really wanted to laugh.

As Morgan's daughter, she knew better than anyone what her mother was thinking.

She wanted not only Camelot's land and rights, but also...

Artoria's husband, Ian.

No.

The first two were byproducts, while the last one was her true purpose.

What a twisted and complex demand this is!

Having said that——

Bawanshi felt her whole body trembling.

Born with the same ideas as Morgan, he possessed Ian's bloodline.

Bavanshi fully understands this kind of dedication to him.

How delicious...

How enviable...

Bawanshi revealed a dreamy look in her eyes. If it weren't for the limitations of the setting, she probably would have already been absorbing this scent.

"You can't do that."

Morgan was still watching his sister Artoria's troubled expression when he heard a familiar voice.

The one who spoke was none other than Ian.

"Camelot, it belongs to Artoria."

"Even Morgan couldn't change this."

"..."

Morgan never expected that the person who would protect her would be Ian at this time.

To know……

He didn't say anything just now.

Even when Artoria "praised" her, she never responded.

Why is it the other way around...?

Morgan was somewhat stunned, and at that moment, Bavanshi spoke up.

"This doesn't change Camelot's affiliation, does it?"

“My mother, through your power, Camelot has been given a Knight of the Round Table like me.”

"So--"