Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Although there were still many things to worry about, she hoped that she could forget about them all for a while tonight.

"Fine, whatever makes you happy."

Artoria did not stop Ian's actions, but instead completely let go of his hands, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

However, this does not mean that the king's hands did nothing.

She reached back and then asked softly.

"Speaking of which-"

"You know what important things we have to do tonight, right?"

"know."

Ian released what he was holding and then, mimicking Artoria's clasped hands, took hers.

"Is this it?"

The dragon leaned close to her ear and whispered the words he had prepared beforehand.

Artoria's cheeks gradually went from slightly warm to very hot, and eventually even became overheated.

"'Please allow me to pluck your flower,' who taught you to say that, Ian?"

"Nobody taught me."

"Because of Artoria..."

"It is the most beautiful flower."

"..."

"is it?"

Artoria tilted her head back and glanced at him, then laughed.

"If you don't pick them well, I won't let you off the hook."

Facts have proved that

Artoria's worries were unnecessary.

From the very first moment Ian touched her, she was completely captivated.

I like you!

"really like you!"

I like you so much!

Lying on the bed, King Arthur kept calling out these words, his hands involuntarily wrapping around his neck.

"I should have married you sooner!"

Artoria called out, then her pupils widened slightly before gradually returning to normal.

If feeding him before was shameful, then now—

That is the joy of harvest.

"I am really happy."

Artoria leaned close to Ian's ear.

"the first time……"

"So close to you."

"So similar to you."

"is it?"

Ian's voice remained as steady as before, yet with a hint of indulgence.

"Would you like it to be even more similar?"

"..."

"want!"

"I want to make everything I have resemble you the most!"

As Artoria said this, her feet involuntarily came together around his waist.

She felt she had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

just now……

It's time to become the happiest person!

In the moonlight, the dragon's low roars echoed one after another.

until--

The king of Camelot completely submitted and transformed into the form the dragon desired.

I don’t know how long it took.

in bed.

Artoria nestled in Ian's arms, squeezing his hand tightly.

The once majestic king now acts like a little girlfriend.

"Although it didn't say you were forbidden from doing anything."

"but--"

Artoria looked at Ian with a resentful expression.

"It's not like they're leaving me absolutely no room for maneuver."

"I almost... fainted because of you."

"But you really can do it—"

Ian gently sniffed Artoria.

"Artoria, it's so warm."

"..."

"Then let's sleep like this tonight."

As Artoria spoke, her hand, hidden under the covers, touched something, and then she revealed a cute smile of triumph.

"Anyway, you like staying in warm places like this, don't you?"

"If I can't resist, I can take action at any time."

"However, before that—"

"I have something I'd like to ask you."

"what's up?"

"that is--"

Artoria gently stroked little Ian's playground.

Dragons are far more capable than ordinary people in these kinds of matters.

Even now, she can still feel the same strength as before.

"Do you think we should agree to her request?"

"..."

“I don’t know.” Ian shook his head.

"Just tell me what you want to do,"

"Let's continue after that—otherwise, I feel so uncomfortable all over."

"..."

Sensing that he wasn't joking, Artoria blushed but nodded.

"Then, take that as a yes."

"After the wedding, we will lead everyone to start expanding our land holdings."

"The place my sister wants, let her choose from the victories that follow!"

111. Opportunities arise when the king is absent.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

With just that one sentence, Camelot's journey began.

On the battlefield.

Artoria, riding on Ian who had transformed into a dragon, ruled her army like a god.

"I'll give you two choices—"

"Either submit to me and become one of Camelot."

"Either you die by my gun."

"Make your choice."

The consequences of two choices with completely different costs are self-evident.

One city.

Two cities.

Three cities.

Artoria's winning streak continues.

The glory of victory seemed to have a precise definition only because of her existence.

"King Arthur, and his knight, how amazing!"

"Wrong!"

That's her husband.

"This is--"

"A couple working for the future of everyone in Camelot."

"Eh!"

More and more songs about King Arthur are being sung.

When Artoria occasionally returned to the castle to rest, she would always bring Ian along to listen to these songs.

"Ian, everyone is praising us."

"..."

"Why do not you speak?"

"Because I don't care about their opinions."

"Artoria, I only care about you."

"..."

Artoria was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly.

Even so, we can only do that kind of thing at night.

"but--"

Artoria leaned close to his ear.

"We guarantee your wait will be well worth it."

Dragons have very strong desires.

This is especially true for dragons like Ian, who have experienced countless battles.