Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"Roar——!!!"

Ian's roar rang out once again.

Even Artoria, who had some doubts, fully understood what he meant.

"Well done, my comrade!"

"That's how it should be!"

"elder sister……"

“I understand.” Morgan answered before Artoria could say anything more.

"Ian is encouraging them to fly into the sky."

“Sister, he loves Camelot and Britain just like we do.”

"absolute……"

"We can't let anyone else take him away!"

"..."

Artoria grasped Morgan's hand and nodded with utmost seriousness.

"That's right, absolutely not!"

Once the shackles of cognition are broken, the rest is just a matter of time.

We got the first one.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... the hundredth, the thousandth.

More and more dragons spread their wings and flew into the sky.

It was an incredibly spectacular sight; no one would doubt that it was beyond reality.

of course.

Not all dragons (or rather, people who become dragons) spread their wings.

But those compatriots who took to the skies have already given them enough joy.

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

The roars of dragons rose and fell, but no one was afraid of them anymore.

not far away.

On the city wall, Bawanshi, who witnessed all of this, took a deep breath.

"Really..."

"Is it really that simple?"

"I was planning to 'threaten' him again, but now it seems I can't do it at all."

So it is said—

Behind Bavanshi, however, a pair of wings also sprouted.

It was something they shouldn't have had, but it came true because Morgan and Ian had made a wish about themselves in the Sea of ​​Life.

"But it's actually a being born from the combination of the 'Imaginary Tree' and the 'Sea of ​​Life'?"

"That's really interesting."

"This should... be considered a symbol of the new era, right?"

"Britain, is it about to start to change?"

As she said this, Bawanshi showed no intention of hiding her wings.

On the contrary, as Morgan's daughter, she possesses absolute confidence and the confidence to match it.

She spread her wings completely.

It was a being completely different from ordinary dragons, dark and alluring.

"but--"

"I still want to be the most beautiful dragon."

"Just watch me closely!"

"Roar—"

Imitating her father's voice, Bavanshi also flew into the sky.

Using the magic she inherited from her mother, she displayed her perfection among a group of imperfect dragons.

Britain, too, left its own significant mark on history at this moment.

The Dragon Kingdom was born!

183. The Feeding Night of the British Sisters

late at night.

Inside Camelot's castle.

Ian, now in human form, was already lying in bed.

only--

Dragon wasn't the only one in bed.

The King of Camelot, and the usually arrogant great magician, are both here.

Their gorgeous clothes, as if they had let down their guard, were now hanging on the wardrobe to the side.

"Sister, isn't it my turn?"

Artoria was breathing out warm air, making it look as if it had just been boiled.

"Let me enjoy this a little longer, sister."

Looking at Ian, who was holding his waist, Morgan spoke as if pleading or reluctantly.

"I've been away from home for so long, and it's only now that I'm back here like this."

"Just for a little while..."

"It will only take a moment, you can say whatever you want after that."

"is it?"

Artoria lowered her body and leaned against Ian's chest.

"Then, sister, it's only for a short while, not longer."

"Um--"

Morgan said this, and then raised his head.

It's important to understand that this is, after all, a collection of species.

he……

Really awesome.

In matters like this, he's practically a born king.

Morgan quickly leaned back and fell to the ground. For a dragon, as the lord of the British island, she was still a little too fragile.

"My sister couldn't hold on..."

Artoria looked at Morgan lying there, then gently moved her body and found a way for herself to climb up.

"Well then, it's my turn."

Sitting in a familiar spot, Artoria gazed at her lover with deep affection.

Now freed from the constraints of the sword's growth, she has a figure that can rival her sister Morgan's.

"Should it be the same as before?"

Artoria looked at him and opened her arms.

"already……"

"It's been brewing for a long time."

"You can drink for as long as you want."

"I guarantee... you can do whatever you want."

This wasn't Artoria exaggerating.

But -

Because of what happened recently, she and Ian haven't been able to do those intimate things as properly as before.

The original phrase, "Do whatever you want," has unknowingly transformed into "Please do something for Camelot."

Artoria certainly understood this.

only--

For Camelot, for Britain, she didn't have many choices.

Now, she finally has a chance to repay him.

"Come on, don't be shy."

Artoria granted permission with the highest level of privileges.

The next moment, she fully felt the warmth emanating from Ian.

Gnawing.

The place where the white magic was stored was opened by the dragon's sharp teeth.

This naturally caused Artoria some pain.

but--

Seeing Ian's impatient look, Artoria knew that he had been patiently waiting for her for far too long.

"Don't worry about me..."

She said so.

"Eat as much as you want, until you're full."

With just this simple sentence, Artoria felt an unprecedented force.

That's because the black dragon is eager to replenish the nutrients it needs.

And this nourishment, in turn, became a catalyst for the desires in his mind.

Despite the pain, Artoria leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"it does not matter."

"Today is the day to reward you, you can be as extravagant as you want."

As soon as she finished speaking, Artoria realized that the magic she had fed Ian seemed to be a little too strong.

As he wolfed down his food, he showed Artoria what a magical miracle was all about.

An already enormous entity can become even larger in a single moment.

Artoria could even see her own silhouette changing along with it.

Are you... trying to break me?

"That's so unfair..."

As Artoria said this, she became even more cooperative with Ian.

She was already pleased to see him so full of energy, not to mention the great achievements he had now made.