Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Morgan's clothes are all very beautiful.

Each piece, while not necessarily top-notch in quality, at least exudes a sense of magnificence.

If any girl could have a wardrobe like this, she would probably be incredibly happy, right?

but--

Faced with it, Artoria hesitated.

"Sister, this isn't really appropriate."

“I…shouldn’t have worn these.”

Even as she said this, Artoria still secretly glanced at the clothes inside several times, as if she were looking at her lost dream.

But what Artoria didn't know was that Morgan had already anticipated her reaction.

She simply said:

"What if I told you that this is an essential preparation for traveling?"

"Essential preparations?"

"Correct."

Morgan casually picked up a piece of clothing and placed it on the bed.

"If you travel as a king, you will only see a limited portion of the world."

"You are the king, and everyone fears you. How could we possibly allow the most authentic being to appear before you?"

"Only by disguising yourself can you prevent others from recognizing you."

"You'll know then—"

Morgan stared directly at Artoria, his gaze growing increasingly serious.

"What exactly does the identity of a king entail?"

"..."

Morgan was speaking in a very gentle tone, but Artoria felt an immense pressure on her.

Breathing has become somewhat difficult.

Suddenly--

"Try this."

Ian grabbed Artoria's hand and pointed to one of Morgan's clothes.

"Eh?"

Upon seeing him, the girl immediately thought of the boy's dragon raising his head.

Ok?

They've hidden themselves?

Before Artoria could understand, Ian said something else.

"If you think it's suitable, give it a try—"

"Artoria, why be afraid to try?"

"You are the one who drew the sword."

tick-

Ian's words fell like drops of water into Artoria's heart, creating ripples.

"Okay, let's give it a try!"

Artoria began browsing through Morgan's pile of clothes.

She didn't notice that Morgan was looking at her resentfully as she did this.

It was a look that was somewhat jealous, yet also tinged with envy.

"Um, how about this one?"

After searching for a while, Artoria finally took out a robe.

It was a blue robe with white trim.

Wearing it, Artoria even twirled around a few times with great delight.

"Does it look good?"

"..."

"Ian, what kind of look is that?!"

Noticing that the boy's gaze seemed a little strange, Artoria asked with concern.

"Just say what you think—"

"..."

Ian paused for a moment before giving his answer.

I think you'll be very unhappy if I tell you.

"No!"

Artoria pouted.

"I'm not an unreasonable person, okay?!"

"Hurry up and tell me—"

"Your clothes..."

Ian looked Artoria up and down.

"Like wearing a cotton quilt."

"Eh!"

"why is it like this!"

Artoria froze, standing there in a daze, and said...

"This is the one I think is the best-looking!"

"..."

Although he didn't really want to admit what Ian said, once he had a preconceived notion, Morgan found that his feelings about Artoria were becoming similar to those of the "quilt".

No.

We can't keep thinking like this.

"That garment is indeed quite old—"

"Artoria, shall I help you pick one out?"

"..."

"No!"

Artoria got into a competitive spirit.

"I must choose an outfit that he'll approve of today!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't that be saying I have bad taste?"

"Oh...please go ahead."

Ever since——

For the next while, Morgan watched as Artoria took out her clothes one by one.

"It still feels like a cotton quilt."

"Like a cake."

"Like a chicken leg."

"picture……"

Morgan covered his lips as he listened to Ian's descriptions, which were both quite outrageous and unbelievably accurate.

She wanted to laugh.

And it was a genuine laugh.

but--

Can't laugh.

If they laughed, wouldn't that be saying that everything the two of them did was actually quite funny?

That's not fun at all.

He did this to harm Artoria.

"Which one do you like best?!"

Looking at the mountain of clothes piled on the bed, Artoria was a little unhappy.

"Have you taken almost all of them?"

"Don't you have anything you like?"

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

"Ok?"

Ian's sudden answer startled Artoria.

"What do you mean?"

The girl said, somewhat confused.

"Didn't you say it looked like a quilt, a cake, and a chicken leg?"

"But these are all things I like—"

Ian answered bluntly.

"Artoria, I love you no matter what you wear."

"Eh?"

I misunderstood.

But Artoria felt a warm feeling in her heart.

From beginning to end, he always thought I was beautiful.

How come it only came to this realization now?

Artoria felt her cheeks burning.

She turned around embarrassedly and found that there was one last piece of clothing in the closet.

only--

“Morgan, and Ian, could you please turn around?”

"..."

"..."

Two quick swipes.

Morgan and Ian both turned around as Artoria had requested.

Soon, only the rustling sound remained in the room.

That kind of movement only occurs when a girl's fair skin comes into contact with her clothes.

"Okay~"

"You can turn back now."

"How about this one?"