Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"As expected, those whom my sister deems necessary to teach magic are not simple individuals."

"Bavanshi, according to your logic, isn't this just exploiting everyone?"

“That has nothing to do with me, Your Majesty.”

Bawanshi waved her hand and gave a slight smile.

"I'm just offering suggestions; how to decide, how to implement them, and how to think about them are all the king's problems."

"I...have no comment."

"..."

There was another moment of silence.

Altria nodded.

"I understand, you may leave now."

"Ah."

Without saying another word, Bavanshi turned and left.

Before leaving completely, she took one last look at Artoria and then closed the door.

Time passed quickly, and dusk soon arrived.

Strolling through the streets of Camelot, Artoria responded to the knights and people who greeted her.

This is perfectly normal.

However, Artoria's feelings were somewhat complicated.

After years in power, she has developed a completely different understanding of the country.

This is no longer a country where one person can simply say it's their own.

Every person here is a living, breathing individual, and absolutely cannot be ignored.

Why was her father, King Uther, so detestable? Because he completely ignored the opinions of others.

For example, one's own older sister.

As a king, if he acts willfully and disregards everything else, doing things solely according to his own ideas, he will inevitably make mistakes.

Artoria has fully understood this.

That's why she relinquished so much power to her sister in governing, in order to reduce the possibility of her sister acting unilaterally.

but--

Now, I'm faced with Bavanshi's advice: should I follow it or not?

Artoria found herself unsure of what to do.

But at that moment, she suddenly felt a warm embrace.

Almost instantly, Artoria realized who it was—

There is only one person in all of Camelot who dares to do this, and who is capable of doing it.

"Ian, don't do this."

Artoria turned around and saw him hugging her.

"We're still on the street."

"But you look conflicted."

As Ian said this, he did not let go of Artoria's hand as she wished, but instead hugged her even tighter.

of course.

Given his status, there's absolutely no problem with him doing something like this.

"Even the smell has become strange."

"..."

Despite Ian having completely guessed her inner thoughts, Artoria showed no sign of panic.

After all, this was her husband, and a knight she could completely trust.

“Come with me, Ian.”

"I have some things I'd like to know your thoughts on."

A few minutes later.

Under a tree on Camelot Street.

Ian and Artoria sat on the bench here.

The twilight light fell unrealistically on their clasped hands, bathing everything in a breathtakingly beautiful light.

Do you understand what I mean?

Artoria looked at the man beside her and said this.

"..."

"do not understand."

"But, if I understand correctly—"

Ian met Artoria's gaze; he was not good at (or rather, completely clueless) at avoiding other people's gazes.

"You're worried that people won't be willing to accept such labor requirements, right?"

"……almost."

Artoria leaned on Ian's shoulder.

Only when he was by his side could the King of Britain show even a hint of weakness.

“I don’t want to make the same foolish decisions as my father.”

"So, I don't know what to do."

As soon as she finished speaking, Artoria felt her hand being gripped tighter.

"Then why worry?"

"Eh?"

Artoria raised her head slightly, revealing a puzzled look.

"Ian, what do you mean by this?"

"Aren't you worried...?"

“Yes,” Ian nodded. “Since you, Artoria, have no idea what the consequences of your choices will be, why worry about them?”

"Even if you're afraid, you still have to make a choice."

"Even if you're not afraid, you still have to make a choice."

"In that case, why don't you just do what you want to do?"

"If it's good, we'll enjoy it together; if it's bad, we'll bear it together. If we think about it this way, what is there that we can't decide?"

"..."

Ian's words left Artoria stunned.

It took her a long time to recover.

"Indeed, sometimes you see things more clearly than my sister and I do."

"That's right——"

"If you want to do something, you should do it right away."

"I have the right to choose, and I also have the confidence to accept mistakes."

In an instant, Artoria felt her world suddenly brighten up considerably.

"Really, I should have come to you sooner, then I wouldn't be so worried about this."

"However, I have a few more things to ask of you."

"..."

Ian didn't speak, but the look he gave Artoria was enough to show his attitude.

Artoria didn't hesitate and continued speaking.

"Then, you and I will appear before them together."

"That would definitely be more convincing."

"Then I also have something to ask of you."

"Wha, what's the matter?"

As Ian slowly approached, Artoria had a bad feeling.

And this premonition soon became a reality.

"I want to kiss you."

"Eh--"

Beneath the long bench of the great tree, the King of Britain was forcibly kissed by his own dragon.

But no one would doubt her happiness at this moment.

164. The Round Table Knights Conference (Fake)

Things are often not as difficult as they seem.

Especially something I've never tried before.

With Ian's "support," Artoria's orders quickly spread.

Standing atop the city wall, she conveyed her intentions to her subjects with an imposing presence.

To her surprise—

There were no protests.

There wasn't even a single dissenting voice.

Yes, that's the only answer.

"Your Majesty, when should we begin this plan?"

"What should we do?"

"And what can we do?"

Yes.

Without the slightest doubt.

The people of Camelot, without exception, chose to believe Artoria.

She is rightfully Camelot's queen.

Between round tables.

Artoria held a celebratory meeting here.

Bagst, Melyuchina, Habertrot, Bavanshi, and Ian holding Mash all appeared here.

"What are you doing, meow?"

Habertlot, while eating the delicious food in front of her, asked, bobbing her head up and down.

"It's been so long since I've eaten here!"

"We want to know what happened!"

What Habertrot thought was what Bagst thought.

As she drank her wine, she uttered similar words to Habertlot.