Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

“You are now the King of Britain.”

"If you continue to treat yourself like this, the other knights will think you're a promiscuous king."

"Eh?"

Morgan's words clearly touched on something that Artoria cared about.

She glanced at Ian, who was still waiting for her behind her, and became somewhat concerned.

"Then, what should we do?"

The girl asked nervously.

"How can I live up to this status?"

That's the attitude Morgan wanted.

"Don't be afraid, I will teach you."

"Come with me—"

Ten minutes later.

Looking at the room with a gaping hole in the door, Artoria felt a little embarrassed.

Because she knew this was Morgan's own room.

As for why there's no door...

Artoria glanced at Ian beside her and sighed helplessly.

"This is really terrible."

"I'll arrange for someone to fix it for you right away—"

"No need."

Morgan stopped Artoria from speaking.

"Anyway..."

"We're all leaving Camelot for now."

"Just leave it there, I don't mind."

As soon as Morgan finished speaking, a knocking sound came from over there.

Ian had somehow already walked to the broken door and started repairing it.

"It won't happen next time."

“Morgan, I assure you.”

"..."

Artoria was about to ask Ian where he got the repair materials, but she quickly dismissed the idea.

There's no need to get too clear about his affairs.

Artoria held back, but Morgan was somewhat surprised.

This was the first time she had encountered someone like this.

As someone who had no hope of inheriting the throne from the very beginning, Morgan was not highly regarded by King Uther, who was even somewhat wary of her.

Even though he had just made the request himself, King Yuther's words still carried a hint of unease.

It is precisely because of this.

Morgan has always believed in the life creed that other people are the devil—though that may only be a microcosm of her life so far, in which she has had no one to rely on.

If you are not valued, you will naturally have no status.

If it were anyone else, no one would bother to fix this door now.

No.

It should be said that no one will come at all.

"elder sister?"

Artoria waved cautiously.

This finally brought Morgan back from his confusion.

"What exactly should we do?"

"..."

Realizing he had been thinking about a bunch of random things, Morgan shook his head and then returned to his plan to make Artoria bloom.

"It's very simple, just follow my instructions—"

"okay, I get it."

It must be said that, although it wasn't a genuine intention to teach Artoria how to become more charming.

But when it comes to things that reveal one's status, Morgan's attitude instantly becomes serious.

Not to mention——

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, which bore a resemblance to himself, this outcast of Britain would indulge in fairytale-like fantasies.

If I were Artoria—

If it weren't her who pulled out the invincible golden sword (Caliburn), but herself—

in case……

"All right."

With a touch of sadness, Morgan personally applied the last few touches of light makeup to Artoria.

Looking at herself in the mirror, with her hair down, she seemed like another version of herself, and the British princess said softly.

"Look, doesn't it look much better than before?"

"..."

Looking at her refreshed self in the mirror, Artoria's cheeks flushed noticeably.

Because of her adoptive father, Hector, she had never considered such a thing before.

Almost instinctively, Artoria shouted:

"Ian!"

"Come and take a look!"

"I now……"

Halfway through her sentence, Artoria realized that something seemed amiss.

Morgan is still here.

Such intimate behavior of his own would seem completely frivolous to the "King".

However, what Artoria didn't know was that this was exactly the effect Morgan wanted.

"Would you like to confirm?"

"It's a very rational judgment."

Morgan turned around, walked over to Ian, and stopped his continued mending.

"Artoria is calling you."

"Don't rush the door issue, we can deal with it later."

"..."

Ian nodded.

Then he walked up to Artoria.

"How, how is it?"

The girl's words already carried a hint of shyness.

After all, she wouldn't normally have the opportunity to show her vulnerable side to Ian.

"Does it look good?"

"..."

Ian didn't say a word.

Artoria immediately became apprehensive.

"Yes, it doesn't look good?"

The girl quickly tidied her hair, eager to tie it up.

But at that moment, the boy led her hand to a certain place.

"Artoria, what should we do?"

"It's changed."

"I can't help it, I have to face you—"

"Uh--"

Feeling little Ian in her hands, Artoria blushed even more.

She received the highest praise from him.

but……

Why did it have to be at this time?!

"How is it?" Morgan's voice rang out at a very inopportune moment.

"Has this surprised your knight even more?"

what--

It seems she didn't notice?

Artoria carefully stood up, then used all her strength to press little Ian back down.

"Hold it in."

"Don't turn around."

After giving these instructions, Artoria forced a smile.

"so amazing!"

"Thank you, sister!"

"Yeah, I knew it—"

Morgan smiled smugly.

She knew she couldn't possibly lose in something like this.

However, this is only the first step in the plan.

Now that Artoria has realized the significance of doing this, it's time to take it a step further.

The princess walked towards a certain place.

That was her wardrobe.

With a swish—

The wardrobe was opened.

Inside were numerous women's clothes, and without exception, all of them belonged to Morgan.

"Artoria, pick out a few outfits to wear outside—"

"Consider it a gift from me."

25. The Pure White Knight Princess (3/4)