Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

After looking at Morgan for a while, Ian spoke.

"You're so beautiful."

"Ok?"

Morgan was secretly pleased to be praised so directly.

She was somewhat aware of her own beauty.

only--

This joy did not last long.

Because the other person's next sentence was:

"Just as beautiful as Artoria."

Morgan's forehead creased with a few black lines.

She wanted to say something, but in the end, she restrained herself from speaking to this rare visitor.

"So, what exactly did you come here for?"

Morgan had barely finished speaking when he felt a breath.

Soon, she realized that the other person had moved closer and was smelling her body!

"what are you doing?!"

Morgan took a large step back.

She never imagined that the knight who had helped Artoria pull out her sword would behave so strangely.

"Is it an illusion?"

"I always feel..."

"You are like my mother."

"Eh?"

Morgan felt his head was spinning.

On the one hand, she could certainly sense that this coincided with what Tiamat had said.

But on the other hand……

Why do I always feel like I'm being scolded?

Before Morgan could say anything, Artoria appeared behind him.

She was panting, clearly looking for someone.

"Hey, why are you running so fast..."

"Eh--?"

"Cough cough."

Artoria, noticing Morgan's presence, coughed twice, somewhat embarrassed.

"Well, he just got lost."

"I have no other ideas."

"..."

Morgan suppressed the resentment that kept welling up whenever he saw Artoria and forced a smile.

"Your Majesty, I understand."

"Phew, that's good—"

Excuse me!

Artoria took Ian's hand.

"There are still things to do!"

"it is good."

Watching Artoria and Ian turn and leave, Morgan was pretty much certain that Ian was the son Tiamat had mentioned.

and many more……

if--

If he gets kissed by Artoria...

Tiamat will then see her as an enemy, right?

A 2.0 version of the struggle against fate quietly began to unfold in Morgan's heart.

22. You smell even better (3/3)

In the royal court corridor.

Artoria walked ahead, while Ian followed behind her.

"that--"

After confirming that there was no one else around, Artoria cautiously spoke.

Why did you suddenly go to her room?

"Can't we do that?"

Ian answered quickly.

"Artoria, you're not happy?"

"No, no!"

Artoria quickly shook her head.

She said, her face slightly flushed:

"I just want to know."

"after all--"

"It's really strange that he would suddenly appear in a girl's room out of nowhere, isn't it?"

That's not entirely true.

At least when Artoria saw Ian appear in front of her sister Morgan, she was a little unhappy.

After all, it was just last night...

cough cough.

Recalling some embarrassing things, Artoria coughed a few times.

"But I know there must be a reason."

“Ian, tell me.”

"Um……"

The young man nodded.

"She smells like her mother."

"Eh?"

This was something Artoria had not anticipated.

"Is she your mother?"

“But… according to those guards, she shouldn’t even have a husband yet.”

How could I have a son like you?

"Do not."

"She is not my mother."

Ian answered.

"It just has a slightly similar taste."

"..."

“Well…” Artoria cautiously probed.

Do you prefer to stay by her side?

"After all, you'd be more comfortable if it tasted more like your mother, wouldn't you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Artoria regretted it.

She didn't understand why she wanted to ask such a question.

If you don't ask, nothing will happen.

but……

I really want to know.

"Don't go."

While Artoria was struggling with her decision, she heard this answer.

"You smell even better."

I want to stay by your side.

"..."

Hearing this answer, Artoria felt a little smug.

"is it?"

"That's good..."

For a while afterward, Artoria seemed very happy, and even hummed a little tune.

That's the kind of behavior that would make other passersby think the king is too lively.

They traveled smoothly all the way without any obstacles.

The two finally stopped in front of a thick door.

The two soldiers standing at the door bowed respectfully upon seeing that it was Artoria.

But after noticing that Ian was following behind her, she looked surprised.

Artoria knew why—Ian's story of beating Merlin had spread far and wide.

Having him by my side now naturally elicits this kind of reaction.

but……

It doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

At least with Ian by his side, these knights wouldn't dare to underestimate him.

Pushing open the door, Artoria saw an old man sitting on a throne.

That was King Euthyne.

However, he now looks completely frail and old.

This inevitably made Artoria somewhat worried.

"You came."

King Uther, seated on his throne, said this.

"Ah."

Artoria nodded, and then led Ian to King Uther.

"I am coming."

Deathly silence.