Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

And short.

She also has a very poor figure.

From a woman's perspective, he can't be said to be completely without charm, but he's certainly not the kind of woman who's considered inferior.

Where exactly did I lose to her...?

The more Morgan thought about it, the more his teeth chattered.

"that--"

Artoria's voice suddenly rang out.

She turned around and looked at Morgan behind her.

"I'm so sorry about what happened this morning."

"Morning?"

"Yes, that's the guy—"

Artoria glanced at Ian beside her and gave him an embarrassed look.

"The matter of suddenly barging into your place."

"I was negligent!"

"..."

Recalling the way Ian sniffed him, Morgan's feelings were actually quite complicated.

First of all, she certainly didn't like it.

but--

Ian's slightly intoxicated expression gave her a misplaced sense of being appreciated.

After all, no one had ever praised his own beauty so bluntly as he had.

"It's ok."

Morgan smiled slightly.

"Great people always have some quirks."

“I completely understand.”

"Oh right, I don't think I've introduced myself yet."

Morgan extended his hand to Ian and then spoke softly.

“I am Morgan.”

"The eldest daughter of King Uther, and also the most powerful magician in Britain."

"It's a pleasure to meet you again, the greatest warrior under the king."

"..."

When Morgan extended his hand, Ian's first reaction was not to grasp it directly, but rather...

Closed his eyes.

"Mother--"

"It must be Mother—"

He seemed to sense something.

Artoria was startled.

She didn't want anyone else to know Ian's secrets.

Morgan was also taken aback.

She knew about Ian and Tiamat's relationship, but didn't want to reveal it so soon.

We haven't even had a chance to take advantage of that irritable mother yet...

Artoria and Morgan's eyes met at that moment.

An inexplicable tacit understanding made them simultaneously ignore Ian's previous statement.

"Um, Ian."

Artoria pointed at him.

"That's his name."

"Well...I see."

Morgan nodded.

"..."

"..."

An awkward silence fell over the room again.

Only Ian was still savoring something.

He opened his eyes and then took Morgan's hand.

Artoria was about to speak up to stop him, but Morgan stopped her.

She gestured to Artoria not to worry about it, and then asked softly;

"what happened?"

"It was the same last time—"

"Besides the so-called 'mother,' what else do you want to know?"

"I can feel it."

Ian's gaze softened as he looked at Morgan.

"Besides your mother's flavor, you also have a bit of Artoria's flavor."

Morgan frowned.

She actually dislikes being mentioned together with Artoria.

only--

She also understood that her top priority was to gain the trust of both of them.

Artoria was alright; she never seemed to doubt herself.

Ian is different.

With just these two encounters, he had already realized, beyond his wildest imagination, the deep-seated relationship between himself, Tiamat, and Artoria.

So……

Let's use this to our advantage.

Morgan thought this to himself, and then smiled.

"Is it really that easy to spot?"

"Yes."

“If we go by the past as my father, King Uther, whom you just met, mentioned…”

"I--"

Morgan looked at Artoria.

"We are sisters."

"Yes, I am her older sister."

Before Morgan could finish speaking, Artoria covered his mouth.

"Hey, hehe... Ian, wait a minute."

Artoria pulled Morgan aside.

"Um, don't tell him I'm a girl—"

"why?"

"The reasons are complicated!"

Artoria stole glances at Ian's reaction.

"But, just don't do that."

"Please, sister!"

Having accepted the fact that she was a sister without any problem, Artoria clasped her hands together, looking as if she were asking for help.

So you haven't realized the other person is a girl yet?

Morgan felt as if he understood the incredibly subtle relationship between Ian and Artoria.

like--

There is a lot to do.

With that in mind, Morgan hatched another daring plan.

"I understand."

"However, the things that need to be done still need to be done."

"If you want to travel, there is one thing that is essential."

"Hey, what's up?"

"That's of course—"

Morgan looked Artoria up and down, sizing her up.

"Make yourself look good."

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Today’s push

Four updates!

24. Little Ian looked up (2/4)

"Dressing up?"

Artoria looked at her hands, then at her clothes, and a puzzled look appeared on her face.

"I've already dressed up nicely, haven't I?"

"What else do we need to do..."

"Then let me ask you—"

Morgan put his hands on his hips.

"When you get up in the morning, do you just wash your face with water and that's it?"

"How did you know?"

"After finishing farm work, you just wash your hands like this and that's it, right?"

"all hit!"

"You are so awesome!"

Morgan sighed.

Sure enough, her adopted younger sister knew nothing.

I don't know what it is that allows her to maintain this appearance even in such a rough growing environment.

A strange sense of superiority rose in Morgan's heart.

"That won't do, my sister."