Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

She went to the balcony.

The air in Britain is fresh after the rain, and all the turbidity seems to have been washed away into the distance.

“Of course I understand you, Tiamat.”

"No one has the right to blame us."

"So, let's get even crazier—"

at the same time.

On the streets of Britain.

Artoria was riding a horse.

Behind them stood the knights who had witnessed the king-selection ceremony.

Leading the pack of knights was Ian.

This is the route to meet King Euthy.

And the protagonist of all this—

The girl named Artoria was extremely nervous at that moment.

As a country girl (or, in other people's eyes, a country boy) who came here from a remote village, this was the first time she had ever experienced being the center of attention.

but……

Seeing Ian pulling her horse aside, Artoria felt a little better.

And him too.

I am not alone.

"Artoria—"

Ian suddenly blurted out at this moment.

"Do, do what?"

Artoria answered cautiously.

She could feel countless eyes watching her from behind.

but--

His words cannot be ignored.

Why won't you ride me?

"..."

Ian's words nearly choked Artoria to death.

She blushed and scolded him playfully, but she was very careful about the volume of her voice.

"Honestly, don't say things like that now!"

"Wait……"

"Wouldn't it be better if we talked about this when it's just the two of us?"

"But--"

Ian looked puzzled.

"When you ride on my back, isn't it much more comfortable than riding a horse?"

"Ok?"

Artoria then realized that what Ian meant by "riding" seemed to be "carrying".

What he actually wanted to express was—

"Let me carry you on my back; that's more comfortable than a horse."

Although the reasons had become much more legitimate, Artoria still felt a little empty inside.

If he meant it the way he originally intended...

like--

wrong!

Artoria shook her head.

Why are you agonizing over this?

Artoria, wake up!

While admonishing herself in this way, the young woman who became king did not forget to explain why to Ian.

"Because he is now the king—"

"Therefore, everything we do must satisfy everyone."

"The king that everyone hopes for is dignified and worthy of respect."

"So……"

Artoria tugged at the reins in her hand.

"A king sitting on horseback is definitely more in line with everyone's expectations than a king lying on your back, right?"

"..."

Ian nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Artoria wanted to say more, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Silence followed.

Artoria and Ian arrived at Camelot's castle.

That was the place where the kings of past dynasties lived.

It is also the destination of this trip.

but--

In the end, however, the one who greeted the new king was not King Uther.

But...

A white-haired man who looked somewhat unkempt, even frivolous.

"Are you the sword drawer?"

“I am Merlin, the magician of Camelot’s palace.”

“King Uther sent me here specifically to welcome your arrival.”

He sounds like a very important person.

Artoria was preparing to dismount and meet him.

But the next moment, a figure flashed by.

Blood spurted out—

Ian punched Merlin right away!

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It's the third watch today too.

18. Merlin, you deserve to die! (2/3)

That was a heavy punch.

The power of a dragon is absolutely beyond what ordinary people can withstand.

Merlin's features were distorted by the extreme external force at that moment, revealing a ferocious appearance.

but--

This is just the beginning.

Because soon after, Ian's next punch came.

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Merlin stumbled backward and fell to the ground in a very disheveled state.

But Ian did not stop there.

Instead, he walked step by step toward Merlin's location.

tap--

tap--

Every step Ian took was like the final bell of the night.

As a magician of the palace, after seeing Merlin get punched twice by Iankuku, knights quickly came out to protect him.

Holding silver swords, they flanked Merlin from both sides, protecting him behind them.

"stop!"

"Stop right here!"

The knights said this, only to find to their surprise that it made no sense at all.

Ian showed absolutely no intention of stopping.

He only said that one sentence after he had walked up to the knights:

"Get out of my way."

"otherwise--"

"I'll beat you all up too."

"..."

"..."

Knights are also men of blood and spirit.

Hearing what Ian said, he was naturally furious.

"How dare you be so rude!"

In an instant.

Both swords thrust towards Ian.

But it broke in the next moment.

To be precise——

It should have been twisted off.

That's right.

Ian, the silent boy before him, simply gripped two swords, one in each hand.

Then--

The sword tip broke.

It fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"What kind of monster is this?"

The knights couldn't help but feel surprised.

But in an instant, it turned into fear.

Because the boy's gaze fell upon them.

In his blood-red eyes, there was a murderous intent that had been completely absent just moments before.

"Now……"