Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Get knocked down, then get back up;

Once again knocked down, once again getting back up.

Although he looked quite disheveled, he did indeed possess the unwavering spirit of a knight.

No.

It should be said that he is more powerful than the vast majority of knights.

"it is good."

Having fully embraced Mash's indomitable spirit, Bagst once again picked up his greatsword.

That was a massive weapon that only she and her father, Ian, could lift in all of Camelot.

"I won't hold back, Mash."

"That's the best!"

Bagst and Matthew's training continued amidst the clanging sounds.

Unbeknownst to the two, while they were fighting so hard, a figure was quietly approaching their father.

That's no one else.

And it was Bavanshi.

She walked step by step toward Ian, who was "watching" the battle, until she reached his side.

“Father,” she began.

"..."

Looking at Bavanshi, Ian's expression didn't change much; he simply asked softly.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Bavanshi quietly took Ian's hand.

"I just have a few questions I'd like to ask you—"

"Can I come with you?"

169. Bavanshi's wall slam attack

"..."

Ian looked at Bavanshi approaching him with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

But Bavanshi seemed to have known all along that he would have this attitude.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered something in his ear.

"Don't worry, there won't be any major problems."

"Just some—"

"It's just about Artoria."

Mentioning other things might not have much effect on Ian, but when it comes to Artoria, it's a completely different story.

Without a second thought, Ian's gaze fell directly on Bavanshi.

"Walk."

Almost instantly, Bavanshi and Ian's situation was reversed.

Long then took Bawanshi's hand and led her away from the crowd until they reached a place where there were only two people.

It was a dark alley; if you hid in there, you would indeed be hard to spot.

This, in turn, made Bavanshi herself start to have doubts.

Why did you bring me to a place like this?

Bawanshi's fingers gently stroked Ian's chest.

"This is clearly not the place to discuss business, is it?"

Ian did not react much to Bavanshi's slightly overstepping behavior.

He simply grabbed her finger and spoke in a tone that seemed serious, yet also carried a hint of responsiveness:

"Because Melyuchina told me—"

"If anyone wants to talk to me about something, they have to come to a place like this, otherwise it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"Oh?"

"Is that right?"

Bawanshi nodded, seemingly agreeing but not really.

"So that means that once we're in a place like this, we can talk about anything—because no one else will know, is that what you mean?"

"..."

Ian did not answer Bavanshi.

He seemed to be pondering whether such words were reasonable.

However, Ian quickly abandoned this idea.

I saw him nodding.

"It's okay, you can interpret it that way if you want."

"but--"

"What do you want to talk to me about? That's very important."

"Father, your attitude towards me seems completely different from your attitude towards your other two children," Bavanshi said, looking at the man before her. "We are all instructors at the Knight level, but your attitude towards Bagst and Mash is a different matter altogether."

"is it?"

“Yes.” Bavanshi nodded.

"You will teach Bagst strength techniques so that she can better utilize her strength and become a brave enough knight."

"And when you're with Mash, you'll teach her how to share responsibility with her companions and give her that awareness."

"What about me—"

Bawanshi pressed forward a few steps.

Her tone wasn't exactly oppressive, much less threatening, but her posture was more aggressive than anyone else's.

just like……

A younger Morgan appeared before Ian.

hiss--

Doesn't seem to be a problem?

"Father, shouldn't I also receive your guidance?"

There was a pop.

Despite not being particularly tall or slender, Bawanshi pinned Ian against the wall.

Those rose-red eyes appeared even more alluring than usual in this dim environment.

"Or do you have a problem with me?"

Bavanshi was unaware of this.

She was the only one in all of Camelot to have successfully pinned Ian against a wall.

and so--

She had no idea what would happen next.

Bavanshi, who had initially gained the upper hand, saw his actions.

That was resistance?

No.

It seemed like he was just getting up normally.

But such an action was already too much for Bavanshi to resist.

In less than ten seconds, Bavanshi, who had been pinning Ian against the wall, was now pinned to the other side by Ian.

and--

Compared to Bavanshi's previous tentative actions, Ian's behavior was clearly more aggressive.

Soon, Bavanshi realized what that meant.

Because Ian just walked right up to her.

At this moment, their breathing became remarkably synchronized.

"What do you want to do..."

Although she appears to have both high offense and high defense, Bavanshi has never actually been suppressed like this.

Not to mention, the other person's breath is now practically hitting my face.

Whatever happens next, it won't be surprising...

That unique love for Ian, "planted" in his blood by Morgan,

only--

Once again, things took an unexpected turn for the better than Bavanshi had imagined.

Ian did indeed come closer.

but!

None of the things Bavanshi fantasized about happened.

Ian did indeed come closer.

But what he did was not what Bavanshi thought (or rather, expected) to do anything wrong.

He simply sniffed Bavanshi very carefully, and only stopped temporarily after the other person shivered.

"You have no smell at all, why is that?"

"..."

"How could it have no taste at all?"

Bawanshi felt a little insecure after Ian's words.

In order to generate enough charm, and to make people feel noble when they see you.

Bavanshi has carefully studied how her mother, Morgan, dresses—of course, without Morgan's knowledge.

After all, if Morgan knew what she was learning all this for, wouldn't she try to kill herself?

"But you just don't taste like anything."

Ian continued with his point of view.

"It neither tastes good to me nor bad to me."

"just like……"

"It wasn't originally intended for eating."

"..."

Ian's whimsical metaphor left Bavanshi puzzled for quite some time.

But there's at least one thing she's certain of.

That is, although she has the same level of love for Ian as her mother Morgan, her level of attraction to him is still quite low compared to her mother Morgan.