Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Bagst drank his wine heartily, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Bawanshi, you actually treated us to drinks."

"What kind of tone is that?" Bavanshi glared at Bagst. "Are you saying I can't even buy you drinks?"

"No no."

Bagst shook his hand.

"It's just that it's rare, so I was a little sentimental about it."

"Then just drink quietly and don't think about so many other things," Bawanshi said.

"..."

Unlike Bagst's slightly excited demeanor, Melyuchina was not drinking.

Intuition, or rather, all the previous events, told her that Bavanshi wouldn't say such things without a reason.

"Just say what's on your mind, Bavanshi."

"Otherwise, it would be bad if a conflict broke out later."

"Oh, right!"

Only after Melyuchina said that did Bagst look like he suddenly understood.

"You're treating me to drinks like this, something must have happened, right?!"

"Bawanshi, just tell us directly!"

"..."

Bawanshi smiled, then nodded and said:

"Ah."

"There are indeed some things I want to announce to you."

Bavanshi's gaze left Bagst and fell on Meryuchina.

"He can sense my scent now too."

"..."

"..."

They fell silent for a moment.

However, Bagst and Melyuchina had different reasons for not speaking.

The former failed to understand what Bavanxi meant by suddenly saying that;

And the latter's words—

They were puzzled by the speed at which Bavanshi acted.

"What do you mean?" Bagst spoke first.

"It means exactly what it says, Bagst."

Bawanshi ran her fingers through her hair, revealing a half-smile.

"'smell'--"

"The 'taste' you've all been talking about, I have it now too."

"Ah, this..."

After going through a long and winding road, Bagst finally understood what Bavanshi meant.

Meiliuchina, who had already understood this, became serious.

"What did you do, Bavanshi?"

"Wasn't it impossible before...?"

"The past is the past, the present is the present." Feeling that she could finally be on equal footing with Meliuchina, Bawanshi revealed a slightly provocative smile.

"Mei Liuqina, you can't possibly still be the same person you were before, can you?"

"..."

"Your expression is really asking for a beating." Mei Liuqina clenched her small hand into a fist.

"So what happened?"

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, Bavanshi finally decided to "reveal" some "insider information".

She then spoke:

"I'm just doing what my mother Morgan did again."

"Just did it again?" Bagst was clearly surprised by this answer. "Nothing else?"

"Yes, there's nothing left."

"However, it's also possible that this isn't the reason it turned out this way—"

Bawanshi clutched her chest.

"Perhaps he already sensed it from the beginning, but just didn't say it outright."

"Hehe, don't be envious."

“Who wants to envy you!” Meiliuqina glared directly at Bawanshi.

What she didn't notice was that Bagst, standing to the side, was repeating what the other person had just said.

"Is it enough to just do what your mother did?"

The noise from the tavern continued.

The dragons that flew out of Camelot also had their own things they wanted to do.

He flapped his wings under the moonlight, stirring up gusts of wind across the British landscape.

The trees were in disarray, their leaves and branches flying everywhere, creating a storm-like scene.

Flying like this—

In a mountain path somewhere in Britain.

Morgan sensed something.

The moment she realized this, she saw a dragon flying across the sky above her head.

“Lord Morgan, that is…” The female apprentice beside him looked surprised.

Morgan himself, however, remained as calm as ever.

"Ah."

"That's really good!"

"Everyone, I... I think I've discovered the secret of the 'tree'."

179. Morgan discovered his secret.

As Morgan uttered those words, Ian, who had transformed into a dragon, roared in response.

Seeing his expression, Morgan wasn't angry; on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased.

because--

This means he heard himself speak.

"Don't be so anxious."

"Change back."

"I have some questions for you."

As Morgan spoke, he extended his hand to Ian.

Soon, a faint magical power overflowed from her fingertips.

It was a blue light, like stars, that drifted on the wind to the dragon's fangs.

Soon, a strong wind began to blow.

After everything calmed down, the dragon gradually returned to its original form.

"..."

"what is this?"

Ian looked at Morgan's fingers and asked this question.

Clearly, the dragon was very pleased with what she had brought out.

"Want to know?"

Morgan wagged his fingers.

"How about we give it a try?"

The British magician said this, and then touched the dragon's lips with his finger.

That action seemed to be both a seduction and a test.

"..."

No hesitation.

Or perhaps it was something he had planned to do all along. Ian took Morgan's finger into his mouth.

The latter quickly showed a slight blush, but more than anything, she expressed her approval of the other person's behavior.

"How about it?"

"Not bad right?"

"..."

Ian released Morgan's fingers and then nodded.

"Ah."

"It's really good."

"It has a very strong flavor."

"Familiar?"

"A little."

"..."

As if he had received the answer he wanted, Morgan immediately grabbed Ian's hand.

"Come on, follow me."

"..."

Ever since——

Just like being caught by his wife, Ian was taken back to somewhere by Morgan.

To be precise, it's the location of that "tree".

Unlike before, at this moment, many strange symbols have appeared in front of the "tree".

That is not something of the "tree" itself, but rather something that Morgan and her students created.

The wisdom of British magicians was concentrated at this moment.

"You should still remember this thing, Ian?"

Morgan looked at the "tree" that stretched all the way to the sky, its height impossible to determine.

"I wouldn't say I've forgotten, although it has indeed been a long time since I've been here."

"remember."