Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

This is...

Her husband.

but--

Why is there not a trace of resentment in Artoria's eyes?

Why is it?

Morgan wanted to get to the bottom of things, but she also craved his kiss.

I don't know how much time passed like that.

Dragon finally let Morgan go.

She, who had been arguing with Artoria earlier, has now become weak.

"I……"

Morgan looked at Artoria behind Ian with a somewhat complicated expression.

If she could still argue with her younger sister with a bit of confidence just now, she really has no reason to do so now.

"how do you feel?"

"Do you feel any more trusting now than before?"

"Eh?"

Just as she had a premonition, when facing her sister Morgan, Artoria neither condemned her nor resorted to insults that broke her defenses.

She only spoke words that sounded like concern, as if everything that had just happened was something she had expected and could accept.

Morgan, on the other hand, was somewhat at a loss for words.

After all, in her mind, Artoria should be her enemy.

"What exactly do you want, Artoria...?"

"I don't want anything, I just want to make peace with you."

Artoria stepped down from the throne and approached Ian and Morgan.

"Now that things have come to this, do you really not trust my words that much?"

"But I don't think you would do that."

Morgan still looked incredulous.

"I kissed him, right in front of you. Didn't you feel any repulsion at all?"

"how about you?"

Artoria smiled.

"Do you really reject this kind of behavior?"

"..."

Morgan turned his head away.

"How could I possibly reject this? This is the best opportunity to get revenge on you. I... couldn't be happier."

Are you happy now?

Artoria pressed on with more questions.

"..."

"No."

Morgan looked at Ian, who was still holding him, and his tone softened considerably.

"I don't feel anything."

"It's like—"

"You don't dislike Artoria at all, right?"

After listening for a long time, Ian said something that Morgan had never expected.

"I... I don't actually dislike Artoria?"

Morgan, of course, immediately retorted.

"Are you kidding me?"

"How could I not hate Artoria!"

"I am the person in this world who hates her the most, and who most wants her to die in front of me."

"No one knows how to hate her better than me!"

"Ian, you just wait and see!"

After saying such a long string of words, Morgan felt himself getting a little excited, and even his breathing became more rapid.

But Ian acted as if he hadn't heard her.

He simply moved his head a little closer to Morgan and began to sniff gently.

"Well--"

"The taste has changed a little."

"Morgan, everything you just said was a lie, wasn't it?"

"You're the one lying!"

Morgan, unusually, threw a tantrum like a little girl.

"There couldn't be more honest than this: I hate Artoria, I wish she were dead!"

At this point, Morgan glanced at Artoria, only to find that there wasn't much emotion in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ian asked a question that Morgan had never expected.

"Then why didn't you kill her?"

"you say--"

"You hate her."

"But up until now, you haven't actually laid a hand on anything, have you?"

"You're just... constantly trying to get everyone's attention."

"You don't hate Artoria, what you hate is that version of yourself that no one has ever noticed, right?"

Tick.

Morgan stared blankly at Ian.

Crystalline tears slid down her carefully made-up face, leaving two wet streaks before falling to the ground.

The dragon's words were direct, but also accurate.

Yes.

What exactly did Artoria do wrong?

She was simply following her father's instructions and doing everything step by step.

He drew his sword, became king, and then took on the responsibilities he was to fulfill.

Own……

Actually, I'm the same as her.

However, Artoria went on to a brighter life, while he, like a withered flower, disappeared into a forgotten corner.

Resentment?

Of course, there is resentment.

But is it really Artoria who is resentful?

that is not.

He knew perfectly well that Artoria was merely a necessary pawn in the many arrangements disguised as "fate."

Even if Artoria isn't there, someone else will take her place.

She just happened to be standing in that spot, perfectly balanced.

but--

"Then what has been the meaning of my life so far...?"

Morgan muttered softly.

"If I don't resent Artoria, what else can I do..."

"There might not have been anything to do before."

“But now I have it.”

Artoria said this, and then came up behind Morgan.

She imitated Ian and hugged her older sister.

"It could be for Britain."

"It could also be for Ian."

"From now on, let yourself go, sister."

"You deserve a better life."

"..."

Morgan, who was being hugged by both Artoria and Ian, wanted to say something more.

But when the words came out, all she could say was reconciliation.

"is it?"

“But Ian doesn’t belong to me, does he?”

"But you can belong to Ian."

Artoria felt the warmth of her sister's back, then looked up at him.

“Ian—”

"Tonight, I'd like the three of us to squeeze in, is that okay?"

129. Britannia Sisters Rice Bowl

late at night.

Camelot fell into a deep sleep.

The only place still causing trouble was Artoria's room.

of course……

Now it's not just Artoria.

In the moonlit room, a muscular male figure was shrouded in the darkness of night.

On his left and right were Queen Artoria of Britain and the court magician Morgan.

The two, now quite mature, locked eyes, their voices echoing in the quiet night as they spoke with hostility.

"Sister, shouldn't you admit defeat too?"

Artoria looked at Morgan on the other side and spoke softly in a tone that sounded like she was trying to persuade him to surrender.

"How could you possibly compare to me in something like this?"

"Don't get cocky, Artoria."

Morgan's heavy breathing echoed in the silent room.

"It's only just begun."