Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"like."

"Really like."

"Give me--"

"Don't give it to Artoria—"

Whether this was due to the gas or if Morgan was always like this, Bavanshi didn't know.

But she knew that this time, her goal had been achieved.

Having not tasted her father's mother's flavor for so many days, her other mouth must have been starving for a long time.

Perhaps, at this very moment, it is she who is preventing him from leaving.

After the storm.

Morgan, lying paralyzed on the bed, had an endless emptiness in his eyes.

Although she resisted fiercely at first, in the end, she still became his "captive".

So shameful.

But it is indeed the truth.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Morgan looked at Ian, who had completely pinned him down and given him no chance to escape, and couldn't help but ask this question.

"Did you have your daughter bring me here just because you wanted to do this kind of thing?"

"If it were Morgan, he would want to do it anytime."

"you……"

Morgan was speechless at this answer.

Because this is his true intention, and also a demonstration of his commitment.

"and then?"

"And then you just let me go back like that?"

"I mean absolutely nothing to you, don't I?"

“Marry me,” Ian suddenly said.

"..."

Morgan suspected he was hallucinating.

"What did you say?"

"I said--"

Ian lunged forward and continued speaking into Morgan's dilated pupils.

"marry me."

"Marry me like Artoria."

123. Morgan: Then elope with me.

"..."

Morgan felt no less shocked than when he heard Artoria and Ian announce their marriage.

He said……

Marry yourself?

Morgan's first reaction was naturally that the man in front of him was deceiving him.

All for the sake of this moment of pleasure.

"If you just want to enjoy yourself, you don't need to make up such a big lie."

"I know what you're trying to do—"

"There's no need..."

"So hypocritical."

After saying this, Morgan closed his eyes.

Anyway, we're already inside.

Then...

Let's just let him do as he pleases for now.

however.

When Morgan acted in such a self-destructive manner, what she sensed was not his unreasonable, impulsive, and willful nature.

But...

A gentle kiss.

Morgan opened his eyes again.

This time, what she saw was Ian's unwavering gaze.

He wasn't joking.

Almost instantly, Morgan sensed this.

Dragons are very strong.

Morgan was almost completely drained of air before Ian released her.

"you……"

"What exactly do you want to do..."

Morgan looked at him.

She found herself completely unable to understand what was going on in the dragon's head.

She felt that he was sometimes so close to her, but at other times so far away.

"marry."

"Marry like Artoria."

Ian emphasized this point again.

"..."

Morgan's eyes remained full of suspicion.

"Ian, do you know what you're saying?"

"I know."

"I know."

“I already know, Morgan.”

Ian's hands were stroking Morgan's exposed shoulders.

"It's something that can make the other person happy."

"It would make me very happy."

"you……"

Morgan wanted to correct Ian's statement.

But she soon discovered that she simply couldn't do it.

Yes.

If I could have a wedding like Artoria's, what would be wrong with risking my life?

Standing in the gaze of that crowd, feeling all the blessings that I could receive.

Then, holding his hand, we went into the room.

"That kind of thing...it's impossible!"

As Morgan spoke, his hand unconsciously reached out and touched Ian's cheek.

"That's impossible."

"I'm……"

"You can't have that kind of happiness."

"If Artoria doesn't want to, I will never have this kind of happiness in my life."

"Then why not ask her to agree?"

Ian met Morgan's gaze and gave a response that Morgan could never have imagined.

"You can be happy if you want to, right?"

Have to admit.

Morgan was deeply moved when he heard Ian say that.

She even saw herself holding hands with Ian.

but--

Almost the instant he saw that scene, Morgan sensed its impending doom.

“How could such a thing possibly happen, Ian?”

Morgan's voice was filled with pain.

"She married you to cut off any possibility between us."

"You don't know? Do you think I don't know?"

Morgan's fingers traced across Ian's cheek.

"Don't talk about that kind of thing anymore."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere in the room instantly became much quieter.

Morgan looked at Ian, his eyes filled with extremely complex emotions.

On the one hand, she felt a betrayal-like anger at him for taking her virginity and then marrying Artoria.

But on the other hand.

Yet, she felt an unprecedented surge of excitement at the sight of Ian coming to find her.

He has me in his heart.

And it's the kind of excitement that comes from knowing Artoria will be angry, yet still seeking her out.

"In that case—"

Morgan put her arm around Ian's neck.

She gently licked his neck, leaving her own mark on it.

How about we elope?

"elopement?"

"Ah."

Morgan nodded.

"It means leaving Camelot completely."

"I don't care about anything anymore."

"In that case—"