Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"In order to have more Knights of the Round Table like me, the necessary land and the freedom to act are certainly needed, right?"

"Sir Ian".

Bavanshi, who promptly changed her form of address, looked at Ian.

"For Artoria's sake, shouldn't you be even more supportive of this kind of thing?"

Bawanshi licked her lips.

"after all--"

"That's probably also your place of freedom."

Bavansh's words gave Morgan a much-needed breather.

She increasingly felt that her initial wish that "her next daughter should be more like her" was the right one.

Compared to the easily swayed Bagst, Bavanshi, who stood firmly on his side, was clearly more valuable.

and……

She's quite shrewd when it comes to these kinds of things.

Add "for the sake of Camelot's background" to "seizing the land";

Furthermore, on this basis, add the implication that "this is most likely your territory as well."

In this way——

From Artoria's perspective, with Ian's "involvement," the rewarded lands were safe.

From Ian's own perspective, it was also a way for him to gain more.

In a sense, it was about winning him over.

I think she would agree no matter how you look at it.

"No."

Ian's eyes turned blood red.

Almost instantly, everyone present felt an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

That's a phenomenon that only occurs when magic is released.

"Camelot, she belongs to Artoria—"

"It's not yours, it's not mine, and it doesn't belong to anyone else."

"Only Artoria can have all of this."

With just a few simple words, the people present subconsciously stepped back.

Everyone could sense that if Ian's claim wasn't accepted, the dragon would definitely do something even more outrageous.

"Is it really possible to harness the power of the dragon?"

"We... are utterly insignificant compared to them, aren't we?"

"Living with such a creature is practically gambling with your life, isn't it?"

The controversy is growing.

Bagst immediately tried to suppress such voices.

She would never allow her beloved father to be suspected!

But Melyuchina stopped her once again.

"Big guy, don't do it."

"But it's already like this!"

"But didn't you see the king is still there—"

Mei Liuqina looked in front of her.

"She still has a way."

"Eh?"

Bagst glanced instinctively toward the edge of the castle.

What came into her view was something completely unexpected.

Artoria had somehow kissed Ian, who was trying to stop Morgan and Bavanshi from splitting Camelot.

That was a look of deep engagement and affection.

The dragon, which had been somewhat irritable, gradually calmed down.

Artoria looked at the crowd once again.

"Everyone."

"Without practice, one has no right to speak."

"I have truly experienced and recognized the power of dragons, which is why I want them to protect us no matter what."

"I swear by the King of Camelot."

"This will definitely be the path to our bright future."

"..."

The crowd fell silent.

After all, the fact that Artoria could calm down such a terrifying dragon in an instant proves that she has indeed mastered the skill of "riding dragons".

However, Artoria's attention was not on the people at the moment.

Dressed in a wedding gown, she took Ian's hand, as if intentionally or unintentionally expressing her ownership of Morgan.

She said softly:

"My sister's opinion is indeed very constructive."

"So--"

"Please wait until my husband and I have a proper discussion tonight."

There will be results.

Artoria said this, and then gave a kind smile.

110. Artoria's First Night on Her Wedding Night

It was late at night again.

Artoria, having removed her wedding dress, is receiving a massage from Ian.

"This way——"

"Yes, this is it."

Dragons are very strong.

So even with just this kind of massage, Artoria's chest started to sway.

"Okay, that's enough."

"I didn't know you knew this."

Artoria praised Ian in this way, and then blushed.

The reason for this reaction is not solely due to the massage.

But...

Artoria laughed when she felt the erect penis pressing against her back.

"You must have been holding it in all day, right?"

"You don't have to endure it anymore."

As soon as Artoria finished speaking, she saw Ian's strong arms reaching out from her sides, one on the left and one on the right.

"Well--"

The moment she was embraced, Artoria let out a soft moan.

She realized that, without her noticing, she had secretly raised a foreign dragon whose head was always filled with thoughts of doing such things.

Moreover, they were very rude and unreasonable.

but--

Looking at his skillful hands, Artoria felt no urge to condemn him whatsoever.

because……

It was truly enjoyable.

I longed for that feeling of knowing he was doing something outrageous but still wanting to do it with him.

"You can go even further..."

Artoria spoke softly, as if she had transformed back into the girl who longed to draw her sword.

"That--"

"Let's go together."

As Ian said this, he grasped the food reserves, which were reserved only for him, in his left and right hands.

He chose to enjoy one himself.

He chose to share the other one with Artoria.

"You really like eating this kind of thing."

Artoria said this, but did not refuse the offer to have dinner together.

While enduring his rudeness, she shamefully followed suit, enjoying what should have been his alone.

The air was soon filled with the joy of their newlywed life.

With the lingering fragrance of her breath, Artoria took the initiative to kiss Ian.

That was a sight that no one could possibly associate with the King Arthur of the past.

But at this moment, it simply exists in the room, and is only for Ian to appreciate.

The fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth.

The king's white fountain was more radiant than usual.

The moonlight shone through the window, yet nothing could leave a more dazzling white.

"Really..."

Artoria nestled in his arms, a smile that seemed like a complaint but was actually one of immense joy.

"When you kiss, you should focus on kissing."

"Like this—"

As Artoria spoke, she gently stroked Ian's hand, which had somehow found its way to her.

"But that's a huge waste."

"You...don't want to become a dragon like that, do you?"

"But Artoria smells so good like this."

Although Artoria called it a "waste," Ian showed no sign of wanting to stop.

On the contrary, he shook the grain reserves in his hand as if in celebration, making the aroma travel further and smell even better.

"It smells many, many times better than before."

"you really……"

Artoria was somewhat helpless.

However, she still had a smile on her face.