Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"It's okay... Just be yourself..."

Artoria became food to be played with at will in front of the dragon, and could only keep cheering.

Dragons have a huge appetite.

Although it had been stored for a long time, the amount of food on one side was simply not enough to fully satisfy Ian.

After shaking it to make sure there was nothing to drink, he kept Artoria biting her lip and began eating from the other side.

only--

To Artoria's surprise, Ian had a very large appetite today.

The nutrients from the other side quickly reached his mouth as well.

"Sha..."

Shaking its head back and forth, the dragon clearly wanted to eat something more, but there wasn't a single bite left.

A low sound came from his throat; it wasn't a threat, but rather a hint of disappointment.

"Let me think of a way..."

Artoria could feel that little Ian was still emitting magic, and she wanted to get up and do something, but found herself helpless.

"I still have food here."

Familiar voice.

Artoria quickly watched as Morgan climbed over.

Holding the provisions she had prepared for Ian, she said softly:

"bring it on."

"You like my taste, don't you?"

"..."

The dragon stopped thinking and began to eat with great excitement.

"Sister, you..."

"Let's go together."

Morgan, caught between Ian and Artoria and treated as food, answered softly.

"Ian has been starving these past few days."

"If we don't let him eat his fill, I'm afraid something might happen—"

“We’ll take turns.”

Morgan held the food that Ian had bitten into tightly, his expression somewhat ecstatic.

"While I'm being eaten, you can rest and recover."

“And when you are eaten, I can enjoy the same thing.”

"This is a dragon we raised together. Is it alright to do this?"

Although this three-person arrangement was somewhat unexpected for Artoria, she did not feel resistant to it.

"In that case—"

Artoria adjusted her body slightly.

Soon, Morgan's body lines began to conform to Ian's.

"Sister, what are you..."

"Whoever feeds the dragon should have the right to ride it, sister, you won't object, will you?"

"Of course I won't... but the sheets will get dirty, he... has already left a lot here."

"It's okay, we can just change it tomorrow."

Artoria touched her own food with one hand and Morgan's food with the other.

"Anyway, we've decided to focus entirely on feeding him tonight, haven't we?"

"There's really no way to refute that..."

As Morgan said this, he firmly grasped control of the group.

She doesn't dislike being a dragon knight.

However, after a moment, Morgan seemed to remember something and said softly:

"By the way, has Bawanshi done anything excessive?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because of that child—"

"What you're thinking is the same thing I'm thinking."

184. Morgan: Did you tear Bavanshi's clothes?

"..."

"Sister, what do you mean by that?"

"Bavanshi, just like you?"

Artoria muttered those words to herself.

"Doesn't that mean she has feelings for Ian..."

"That's exactly what I mean, Artoria."

“I’m sorry, I’ve actually known about this all along, but I just didn’t have a chance to say it.” Morgan sighed. “This child was originally meant to be used to get revenge on you.”

"..."

"Pfft."

Artoria suddenly laughed.

This made Morgan even more uneasy.

"If you... have any complaints about me, you can just say so directly. There's no need to hide it like this."

"No, I have no objection, sister."

I think—

Artoria looked directly at Morgan.

"These are words I might never have heard you say in my entire life. To hear them like this now is quite a lucky thing, isn't it?"

"Moreover, compared to my opinion."

Artoria's gaze fell on Ian, who was lying on Morgan's chest replenishing his magic.

"Should we... ask him what he thinks?"

"..."

"How about we wait until he finishes eating?"

"I think it's okay."

Morgan and Artoria reached a high degree of consensus at this moment.

What was originally a somewhat embarrassing matter became a consensus between the two at this time.

Morgan's magic has been drained, so let the rested Artoria take over.

After Artoria felt impoverished, it was Morgan's turn again.

This was repeated several times.

The dragon with the big appetite finally finished its meal.

The three of them lay together on the somewhat messy bed, with Ian in the middle and Artoria and Morgan on his left and right.

Both of them wrapped one leg around the dragon with perfect coordination, making it look as if they had kidnapped him.

"You've had enough, haven't you?"

Artoria spoke first.

Tonight, she truly experienced what it means to have the gluttonous stomach of a dragon.

"I'm very satisfied."

"Artoria, it's delicious, even better than before."

At this point, Ian seemed to remember something and turned to look at Morgan.

"Morgan's is also delicious."

"It's a different kind of deliciousness than Artoria's."

"You guy..."

Morgan's fingers rubbed against Ian's chest, as if he were gesturing some kind of calligraphy or painting.

"Have you already learned how to please two people at the same time?"

"This is really not a good thing to do."

"but--"

Morgan rested her head on Ian's shoulder, looking at him with a seductive expression.

"I like."

"Then I'll say it like that from now on."

"Hey, you're really going to compete, aren't you?"

"Sister!" Artoria rested her head on Ian's shoulder.

"Let's finish what needs to be done first."

"There's still a long night ahead of us. If you have anything to say, there's plenty of time."

"..."

"Too."

Morgan sighed softly, then leaned against Ian's neck and gave him a gentle kiss.

“Ian, did my letter make Bavanshi act strangely?”

"..."

"strangeness?"

“Yes.” Morgan nodded. “For example, he did things that he wouldn’t normally do to you, or things that he wouldn’t normally do to you.”

"This is a very strange behavior."

"..."

“That’s a lot.” Ian answered almost without hesitation.

"..."

Artoria moved closer.

Like Morgan, she nestled against Ian's neck, but her tone was more anxious than Morgan's.

"whats the matter?"

"What?"

"Bavanshi, what did she say to you?"

“Tell us, Ian.”

"..."

Ian's gaze swept over Artoria first, then over Morgan, before finally giving an answer that neither of them had expected.