Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"If it were him, you would be willing to accept it, right?"

"Are you kidding me, Artoria?"

"What does our reconciliation have to do with him?"

Morgan clenched his fist.

"Don't think that by bringing him in front of me, everything you've done is right."

"You did that kind of thing in my room, didn't you?"

Instead of answering Morgan's question, Artoria asked her a question in return.

"And if I'm not mistaken, it was Ian who carried you to bed, right?"

"..."

Seeing that Artoria had "exposed" him almost flawlessly at the beginning, Morgan's expression turned somewhat embarrassed.

"so what?"

"What do you want to say?"

"Do you want to tell this to the whole of Camelot?"

"Answer me first, is it true or not?" Artoria did not change her mind because of Morgan's tone.

on the contrary--

She was very determined.

More determined than ever before.

"This is the only answer I want to hear."

"..."

"Yes."

Morgan grabbed his collar.

There were still marks left by Ian when he exerted force on it.

"He's the one who carried me to bed."

"We've done so many things in your bed, things you can't even imagine, things we haven't done."

"Are you satisfied now, Artoria?"

Isn't this exactly what you wanted to hear?

Morgan's voice was sharp, and the space between the thrones was silent.

In this way, her voice echoed throughout the space.

This is tantamount to challenging Artoria.

But Morgan couldn't care less about that at the moment.

She felt that if Artoria asked her that question and she didn't answer, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting defeat?

No.

That's not acceptable.

No matter how she punished herself, she resisted with all her might!

however--

Things did not go as Morgan had hoped.

This obvious answer did not provoke Artoria's anger.

In contrast.

She is calm.

It was as if they already knew the answer.

"is it?"

"I see."

"Sister, you've finally told me the truth."

"..."

"There's no need for such insincerity."

Morgan remained vigilant.

Years of experience had long since instilled in this British princess a deep-seated hostility toward everything in the world.

Even though Artoria's gaze no longer held any aggression, she still believed it.

"You should say what you need to say."

"Well, that's how things are now—"

"I will not run away."

"But I didn't mean to blame you."

Artoria said softly, her words devoid of any falsehood.

On the contrary, it was as if they had seen through the truth and had a profound realization.

“Ian is not someone I can protect alone.”

"Sister, do you understand what I mean?"

"I can not."

"I don't understand what you mean!"

"Artoria, after you married him, you're now hypocritically saying these things to me. Are you trying to show off that you have his love?"

Morgan clenched his fist.

"If that's the case, then that's going a bit too far."

"No, sister, I didn't mean to show off at all."

"Artoria said softly."

"I only truly understood this after I got married."

"Ian will never fall in love with just one person."

"What he wanted to protect was us—"

"what do you mean?"

"Sister, there are some things that are perhaps not appropriate to say at this time."

Artoria grabbed Morgan's hand.

"but--"

"If I don't take this opportunity to speak out, I probably won't have another chance."

“Ian will mention your name during our time together, and not just once or twice.”

"Wha, what?"

Artoria's words truly shocked Morgan.

She originally thought that being carried to bed by Ian was the boundary between him and her.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all.

"Artoria, there's a limit to jokes."

"I've said it so many times—!"

Artoria's voice suddenly rose several pitches.

Then, she grabbed Morgan by the collar.

If you doubt anything I say again, you'll really make me angry!

"..."

Morgan suddenly felt like laughing.

"Artoria, are you threatening me?"

"Then you are probably destined to fail."

"My life, everything I have, was completely destroyed the moment you came into this world."

"Did you think we could reconcile just because you heard my name at that time?"

"Artoria, you—"

"sorry."

"..."

Morgan looked in the direction of the sound, only to see an unexpected figure.

It turned out to be Ian, who had been distracted by Artoria.

As if sensing something, he appeared there just as the two sisters were at odds.

"Please, can you two reconcile?!"

"I don't want to see any of you suffer anymore!"

128. Morgan, do you really hate Artoria?

that moment.

Morgan felt that everything around him had become incredibly quiet.

All that remained in her mind were the words Ian had just spoken.

"I……"

Morgan was about to say something when he felt a wave of warmth.

She quickly realized what had happened.

Ian hugged her right in front of Artoria.

If everything before was merely a verbal exchange without any real meaning...

Now, everything is being reflected in reality.

only--

Morgan began to feel that something was wrong.

She even wondered if she was experiencing cognitive hallucinations due to contact with the ley lines of Britain, which was why she was seeing things the way she did.

"let me go……"

"Let me go..."

"Artoria, she's still here..."

"I won't let go."

Ian's answer was quick and earnest.

The more Morgan tried to push the dragon away from him, the tighter his embrace became.

In the end, the British princess completely lost her resistance and succumbed to his embrace.

The touch of lips became seamless.

When Morgan came to his senses, what he saw was Artoria standing behind Ian, watching him and him.

Logically speaking, I should be feeling panicked right now.

After all, this is at the level of "cuckolding".