Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Those were staring, unwavering eyes.

It was filled with the same sentence.

Why are you stopping me?

Artoria was certainly aware of the other party's meaning, especially since Ian was so straightforward.

She quickly explained.

“Ian, I know that there are many unpleasant things about Camelot for you.”

"But it's best to avoid doing things like today."

"That magician named Merlin, I don't like him either, but something like today..."

Artoria's mind replayed the scene of Ian beating Merlin.

"It's easy for people to misunderstand and think of us as a bad person."

"I...don't want to become like that."

"After all, you're not as scary as you seem; you're a very gentle person."

"What I mean, do you understand?"

Although she had already drawn the golden sword of certain victory (Caliburn), Artoria was not without her own selfish motives.

She will protect those she cares about, and Ian is a prime example.

However, this does not mean simply indulging.

On the surface, they maintain a facade of harmony, while communicating privately; this is the balance that Artoria herself has found.

"That thing tastes a lot like the one in my dream."

"Eh?"

Ian's sudden remark startled Artoria.

But she quickly realized what was happening.

There is only one dream that exists for both of us.

That is...

That dream that appeared along with language.

A dream that calls out to oneself to draw the sword.

"You mean, that hand—"

"It's Merlin?"

"Ah."

Ian nodded.

"So, I couldn't resist taking action."

A hint of unease flashed in the boy's eyes.

Did I do something wrong?

"..."

This time, it was Artoria's turn to be embarrassed.

She disliked Merlin's sloppy writing style, so she subconsciously assumed that Ian had a similar reason.

But now it seems——

That's not the case at all!

If Merlin really was the one who said those things in my dream to deceive me, then Ian did it entirely because of me.

No wonder no one else could stop them...

Because he wasn't just being temperamental, but rather...

Artoria felt increasingly embarrassed.

And it was precisely at this moment that Ian misunderstood her unease.

He hugged her and apologized softly.

"sorry."

"I... didn't know I couldn't do that."

"Forgive me, Artoria."

"I will never do that again next time."

"..."

The warmer the boy's embrace, the more embarrassed Artoria became.

She knew she had wronged him.

"Um, Ian, if that's the case, aren't you afraid that you'll really be seen as someone with problems?"

"I haven't thought about it."

The boy under the moonlight was straightforward and sincere.

"I couldn't help but do it just because I thought of you."

"..."

Now he really couldn't say a word.

Artoria felt a warmth in her heart, but at the same time, she also felt guilty for not worthy of this attention.

What should I do...?

After thinking for a long time, the girl cautiously raised her head.

She looked at him, and asked shyly yet earnestly:

"I've been busy all day."

"You must be thirsty now, right?"

"Want some...that?"

She exposed her shoulders in the moonlight.

Artoria didn't know why she so naturally thought of this way to comfort him.

It's something that's incredibly shameful.

To have someone of the opposite sex smack their lips, and then bite and nibble at them...

But Artoria hoped that the other party would agree, so that her guilt would be lessened.

Later, I also had the courage to explain things clearly.

however--

Artoria, however, saw the very thing she least wanted to see.

He shook his head.

"I don't want to think about that today."

"Eh?"

Artoria panicked.

"why?"

"Isn't this your favorite?"

Artoria pulled her clothes down a little further on her shoulders.

She knew that if she didn't handle this matter properly now, she would probably have to stay up all night.

But then again...

Would you call this seduction?

The boy continued to answer.

"because--"

He leaned close to her ear.

"I want to try this today."

Hearing Ian's earnest yet absurd expression, Artoria's cheeks flushed several degrees.

If her head could be opened, she imagined steam would be hissing inside.

"Would you like to eat somewhere else?"

"Mm." The boy nodded.

"Then why does it have to be—"

Artoria glanced between her legs.

"that place……"

"Because Artoria smells delicious everywhere."

Ian continued to state his reasons in a very straightforward manner.

"But the place before, and the place now, smelled the best."

"It smells so good!"

"It must be delicious."

"..."

Others might be acting like hooligans.

But Ian is not.

He cleverly visualized this world using the vague concept of taste.

Sensing that expectation, Artoria hesitated for a moment, but finally gave in.

after all--

I really did feel a little bad for him today.

"Then, come over here."

Artoria pulled up her clothes on her shoulders and then began to untie the thin belt around her waist.

Before that miraculous encounter, she probably never dreamed that she would be where she is today.

The ingredients the girl offered to the dragon were as white as the moon, seemingly blending into the starry sky.

"Keep your voice down...don't get caught."

"It smells sweet."

"Um... slow down!"

Why don't you have that down there?

"that?"

"Yes, that's the one—the one you told me not to point at you with it."

"That depends a lot on luck! Not everyone has it like you!"

Artoria said things that even she herself found absurd, but Ian responded with an unwavering gaze.

She felt her heart beating very fast.

"By the way..."

"Don't you really like girls?"

"Ok?"