Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Once the magic of the ley lines was safely channeled out, it was actively utilized in various aspects.

Soon after, Artoria stood atop the city wall and issued a new order.

"With the gun in my hand."

"We will surely drive the enemy Vortigern out of Britain!"

That's right.

Camelot's conquest has begun once again.

135. The Sisters' Harmonious Expedition Begins

This was Camelot's most massive expedition ever.

Artoria recruited most of the soldiers in Camelot who were available for combat.

In an instant, the atmosphere of war permeated this rapidly developing capital city.

Between the thrones.

Artoria was sitting on that incredibly luxurious throne.

With one hand supporting her cheek, she looked serious and focused.

Ian, now clad in armor, stood beside her, wielding Excalibur.

Standing before the two was Morgan, his face stern.

The atmosphere seemed to have become exceptionally tense.

however--

This situation only lasted a short while before being broken by Artoria's smile.

Her previously furrowed brows had now relaxed.

"Sister, let's not do this."

"It feels so unpleasant."

"..."

Artoria's words quickly brought Morgan back to his senses, who had been as cold as an iceberg.

"See? I told you that if things went back to the way they were before, you would be the first one who couldn't handle it."

“I’ve been doing this all these years.”

"Yeah." Altria nodded.

"But it won't happen again."

"Our misunderstanding is over, isn't it?"

As she said this, Artoria took Ian's hand.

"My sister will never be sad again."

"..."

Seeing his sister Artoria holding hands with Ian, Morgan still felt some dissatisfaction, but he no longer felt the same pain as before.

She knew that he no longer belonged to Artoria.

"I hope so."

Morgan walked over to Artoria's side.

Now, her status has been elevated to second only to this king.

"Speaking of which-"

"Have you already decided how to defeat Vortigern?"

"of course."

"Sister, you should know this."

Artoria suppressed her smile.

"I never do anything I'm not sure I can do."

"I know."

Morgan came to Ian's side and, like Artoria, took his other hand.

"But it seems we haven't been able to actively find a way to voodoo?"

"Artoria, what do you plan to do?"

"We really couldn't find a way to deal with Vortigern."

Artoria stood up and picked up her gleaming spear.

“But we do have a way to force Vortigern out.”

"Oh?"

"what is that?"

This was the first time Morgan had heard Artoria make such a statement.

Her intuition told her that her younger sister might do something that no previous king had ever done.

And this is indeed the case.

"I will unify Britain."

"..."

An unexpected answer, but Morgan didn't find it surprising.

"As expected of you."

"The way of thinking has already..."

Morgan looked down at Ian, who was positioned between himself and Artoria.

"Does she look that much like him?"

"Does my sister mean that it was done without thinking at all?"

Artoria quickly realized the deeper meaning behind Morgan's words.

“I didn’t say that.”

"However, since that's what you think, it's not impossible."

Morgan's hand strode further and further into Ian's chest.

"It's just that the more you resemble him, the easier it makes me feel that you are to get along with."

"So, the kind of person my sister is best suited to be with is someone like Ian?"

"if not?"

"..."

"..."

Artoria and Morgan looked at each other, their eyes softening considerably.

Yes.

In reality, what conflict is there between the two of them?

It was nothing more than a situation orchestrated by that despicable father and that damned Merlin.

"You all smell so good."

As if summarizing, Ian hugged Morgan and Artoria from both sides.

"I love it like this."

“What a fickle dragon,” Morgan said. “Don’t you think so, sister?”

"Do not."

Artoria shook her head.

"I don't think this is being fickle."

"Being a philanderer probably means treating every girl with an attitude of having absolutely no intention of taking responsibility, right?"

"Sister, if that's really the case..."

Artoria leaned against Ian's chest.

The once majestic King Arthur in front of the people is now as docile as a kitten.

"We can't possibly get along like this now, can we?"

"..."

"Too."

Morgan leaned against Ian's chest.

"Indeed, it wouldn't be considered being a womanizer."

boom--

boom--

boom--

The doors between the throne rooms slowly closed.

The throne that originally belonged only to Artoria is now occupied by three people.

"Sister, isn't it my turn?"

"No."

“I haven’t had enough yet—let Ian have some first.”

"Um...okay."

"Ian, please."

The relationship between the British sisters remained in an extremely delicate yet perfect state.

It's indulgent enough, but also relaxing enough.

Soon, with the almost overwhelming cooperation of Artoria and Morgan, Ian also experienced the same pleasure.

I never knew doing this kind of thing with three people could be so fun.

So, what about four people?

Five people?

Or...more?

A terrible idea was planted in the dragon's heart.

However, what needs more attention now is Artoria's expedition plan.

In the past, doing this kind of thing alone would have been far more difficult than she had imagined.

after all--

Artoria is just a half-baked queen.

But it's different now.

With Morgan's help, Camelot, though no longer what it used to be, was still running smoothly.

Soon, Artoria's expeditionary force was formed.

"Let's go!"

As Artoria spoke these words from the city wall, Camelot's history of conquest began.

This was not only an attempt to accomplish what previous kings had failed to do, but also a declaration of war against Vortigern, Britain's enemy.