Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

14. Artoria, you smell so good (1/3)

The rain stopped.

Glistening water droplets hung on the flowers and plants on both sides of the road.

Inside a tavern somewhere in Camelot.

Artoria opened the window.

She cupped her cheeks in her hands, gazing out the window at the streets washed clean by the heavy rain.

"This rain has been falling for so long..."

Just as Artoria said.

I just gave Ian a good "condemnation" yesterday, using the sound of thunder and lightning, and not long after, it started pouring rain.

It rained for the next day.

"Ah."

"It has indeed been a long time."

"..."

Artoria turned around and looked at the boy sitting on the bed behind her.

Yesterday, remarkably, he didn't make any unwanted advances when the two of them were together.

But this made Artoria a little worried.

"What happened to you?"

“It’s been like this since yesterday.”

"Is it uncomfortable?"

Artoria sat back down next to Ian.

"If that's the case..."

"How about we go see a doctor first?"

"Is this what you call caring?" Ian blurted out abruptly.

"Artoria, are you worried about me?"

"..."

The sight of her within reach made the girl's cheeks flush slightly.

However, she quickly nodded.

"Yup!"

Am I worried that you have some kind of problem?

"You said we were friends, didn't you!"

"Friends...of course they have this obligation!"

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere fell silent at that moment.

Artoria didn't think she had said anything wrong, but she couldn't find a way to break the silence.

"I heard my mother crying."

Ian suddenly said this.

"She... seems to be crying."

"Should I not have left her?"

"Eh?"

Artoria had actually heard Ian say something similar when the thunder first sounded.

She initially thought it was just a fleeting feeling on his part, but she was wrong.

After thinking for a while, Artoria took Ian's hand.

"That's not true."

"Let's put aside whether that's actually her crying or not."

"Don't you want to see the outside world?"

"Then, it's impossible to stay by my mother's side forever."

"Although I don't know what kind of person your mother is, but—"

"If she truly loves you, she'll understand your actions, right?"

"Yes! I will!"

After Artoria finished speaking with a serious expression, she realized that something seemed a little off.

Ian was staring straight at him.

"What do you want to do?"

"I have my bottom line!" The girl covered her chest with both hands.

"It smells so good——"

Ian hugged Artoria.

"Every time I finish talking to you, the feeling of wanting to devour you gets even stronger."

"you……"

"no……"

"This……"

Artoria didn't know how to reply.

If anyone else had said that, she felt she would have slapped them.

Only with him do I have a very subtle feeling that I don't know how to describe.

and……

What to eat...

I feel like I've done quite a bit...

"Can we eat later?"

Artoria turned her head to the side and spoke cautiously.

"Today, I want to see that sword."

""

"Okay." The boy nodded.

"Eh?"

Artoria was somewhat surprised by Ian's quick reply.

But then I thought—

It seems there's no problem.

He has always cared a lot about himself, hasn't he?

"Well, let's go!"

A dozen minutes later, in Camelot's square.

"that--"

"so many people."

Artoria stopped in her tracks as she looked at the knights who had completely surrounded the Sword of the King.

Artoria wasn't the only one with designs on the British throne.

After all, the prospect of becoming king simply by drawing a sword is undeniably tempting.

of course.

Losers, naturally, followed one after another.

The happier you are when you go up, the more frustrated you will be when you come down.

That more or less affected Artoria's mindset.

"You are different from them."

"Ok?"

Artoria looked at Ian beside her.

"no the same?"

"Yeah." The young man nodded.

"Their flavor is very mild."

"But Artoria, you smell wonderful—"

"So, you are different."

"This……"

A strange feeling of emotion welled up in Artoria's heart.

However, she quickly shook her head.

"Nothing is different."

"us……"

"They are all British."

"But thank you anyway, Ian."

"you……"

The girl blushed slightly.

"Your scent smells wonderful to me too."

"..."

Ian stared at Artoria until their noses were almost touching.

"then you--"

"Then I..."

"So, are you going to eat me?"

"..."

"Who wants to eat you!" Artoria muttered.

However, considering that this was Ian's normal way of communicating, the girl sighed helplessly.

Seeing the packed scene of people drawing their swords, she felt even more that she had come at the wrong time.

"A lot of people."

"How about we come back tomorrow?"

"not good."

"If your wish is to become king, then even for just one day, you should strive for it, shouldn't you?"

"..."

Artoria sensed something was wrong.