Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

She felt that she had given up thinking.

the other side.

On the castle walkway.

Bavanshid grabbed Morgan's hand.

At this moment, her mother had been blindfolded with a black band.

"Bavanshi, what are you doing?"

Where are you taking me?

Morgan had always been somewhat worried about his exceptionally intelligent daughter.

after all--

She sensed that something strange had gotten mixed in when she and Ian were "creating" Bavanshi together.

She was so much like me, yet at the same time possessed an even more terrifying drive.

"You'll find out soon, Mother."

"absolute--"

"You won't be disappointed."

As Bawanshi said this, she pushed open the door in front of her mother.

She took her hand and together they reached forward.

"Mother, can you feel it?"

"you……"

Morgan would never forget that familiar touch.

She abruptly removed her blindfold and found herself in Artoria's room, even touching Ian's chest muscles.

"Mother, this is your proposal."

Bawanshi released her hand and said with a smile.

122. Morgan: In her room, you did it...?

"No, you?"

Looking around, Morgan realized where he was and what he was seeing.

This is...

Artoria's room is also her and his bedroom.

I never expected to see Ian here!

"Bavanshi, you!"

"From now on, it has nothing to do with me anymore, Mother."

Bavanshi gave a subtle smile.

"I...I'm leaving."

With a smug smile, Bavanshi patted Morgan on the shoulder.

"Mother, enjoy yourself."

"No, Bawanshi, come back here!"

Morgan's words had no effect.

Bavanshi acted as if she hadn't heard her at all, and left the room on her own, leaving only her and Ian there.

And what's even more outrageous is...

Morgan discovered his daughter, and then, incredibly, used magic to completely seal the room door shut.

That's right!

She locked herself and Ian up!

"You unfilial daughter!"

Morgan couldn't help but curse inwardly.

She raised her hand, ready to break the magic trick set up by Bavanshi in the simplest and most direct way.

only--

Just as she was about to do so, she suddenly felt a pair of hands on her waist.

It was Ian who reached out.

"Morgan."

"May I?"

"..."

With just that one sentence, Morgan felt an unprecedented shock to his heart.

She hasn't contacted him again in all these days.

after all--

This is Artoria's man.

If they were to find any fault with me, the position I had painstakingly built up in Camelot would become precarious.

"Don't do this, Ian."

Morgan tried to remove his hand from his waist.

but--

She soon discovered that the more she tried to do so, the more she couldn't break free from Ian's "shackles".

As a dragon, its strength is dozens or even hundreds of times that of a human.

Morgan, naturally, could not break free either.

only--

After Morgan had been making a fuss for a while, Ian let go of her hand on his own, as if he had sensed something.

"Morgan..."

Is it impossible for us to go back to how things were before?

"..."

Morgan's eyes widened slightly upon hearing those words.

She turned around and looked at him with endless grievances.

"What do you mean by 'it can't be the same as before'?!"

"Obviously..."

"You were the one who did something to wrong me first!"

Morgan's eyes reddened slightly, and then, as if to prove something, he pulled open his collar, revealing his incredibly beautiful body to her.

"The person you had your first time with wasn't Artoria, it was me!"

"Why did you still marry her?!"

"What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?! Why can't you choose me?!"

"I……"

"She's just as good as Artoria in every way!"

"Why... is it always her who takes my things away?"

"Why!"

"You're like that, just like your father!"

"We even have children now, don't we?!"

"Then what am I?!"

As if he had finally found a suitable breakthrough, Morgan's voice became somewhat hysterical.

Those were words that even Bavanshi, standing outside the door, would no longer display a look of pleasure upon hearing.

She looked up at the ceiling of the corridor and sighed softly.

"Mother..."

inside the room.

Ian's expression didn't change much upon hearing Morgan's words.

He simply picked her up, who was slightly delirious, and then gently tossed her onto Artoria's and his bed.

It was a place of excellent quality and also of great historical significance.

Almost the instant he touched her, Morgan felt an intense aversion.

She didn't want to be held down like this in the trauma that was filled with her and his scent.

"Ian, no!"

Morgan rebelled.

But it was all in vain.

Ian just stared at her without saying a word.

Yet his movements remained fluid and effortless, as if he were completely oblivious to her sorrow.

He kissed her.

The roles of the two seemed to have changed completely at that moment.

She was no longer the dissolute princess who had seduced him without any sense of propriety, and he was no longer the knight who had just arrived.

Morgan's arms resisted less and less until they finally cooperated completely.

She didn't even notice that the door, which had been completely closed by magic, was now slightly ajar.

Bawanshi peeked inside, her expression somewhat complicated.

"As expected."

"If it were him, he would receive his mother's forgiveness once he did these things."

"What a simple love story."

As Bavanshi spoke, her fingers began to sparkle again.

soon.

The room was then filled with some kind of strange gas.

No.

Not surprising at all.

Or rather, this flavor is exactly what suits the current atmosphere.

Bavanshi closed the door and then closed her eyes.

"three."

"two."

"one."

She counted down as if she had planned everything in advance.

“Mother, it’s time to call her.”

No sooner had Bavanshi finished speaking than Morgan's voice came from inside the room.