Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Artoria had already taken off the coarse cloth clothes she wore when she left home.

Instead, she wore a white dress.

It was a flawless adornment that perfectly showcased the girl's hazy curves, like a flower blooming in the human world.

"It should be fine—"

As soon as Artoria finished speaking, she seemed to see something extraordinary, and her face turned red instantly.

She rushed to Ian and shielded him behind her.

"Um, Morgan!"

"I want this outfit, is that okay?!"

"..."

Morgan was in a state of complex emotion.

Those were the clothes she had prepared for herself.

If it weren't for Artoria, she would have been the one wearing this outfit on her travels.

The reason it's placed at the bottom is for this very reason.

A plan may involve sacrifices, but shouldn't one have the right to choose what to sacrifice?

But the reality seems to be different—

"Yes," the princess said, her voice trembling.

"take it."

"It looks... quite suitable for you."

26. The most delicious thing is the fresh and juicy Artoria. (4/4)

late at night.

Inside Camelot's castle.

Artoria, who had changed back into casual clothes, sat on the bed.

Hugging her knees, she looked at the moon outside the window, her expression somewhat complicated.

"Tomorrow is the day we set off—"

Just as Artoria was saying this, a head popped out from under the eaves.

That is……

Ian!

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Startled by his sudden appearance, Artoria took a considerable amount of time to back away.

However, Ian himself didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it.

He gripped the eaves quite naturally and without any difficulty, then swung over and cleanly flipped into the room where Artoria was.

The whole process was smooth and effortless, without the slightest hesitation, as if he was born to do it.

"I am coming."

"..."

Artoria wanted to say something to him, but in the end, she couldn't say a word.

Because she could sense that the other party had arrived at the right time.

"Yes, you're here~"

Artoria shifted her body to the side, making room for Ian.

"sit down."

"it is good."

Sitting next to Artoria, Ian quickly spoke:

"What were you doing just now?"

"He looks quite depressed."

"Yes, yes?"

"..."

“Then there isn’t.” Ian looked at her beside him. “If you say there isn’t, then I believe there isn’t.”

"You don't have to agree with me at times like this!"

Artoria pouted slightly.

However, she still explained her thoughts.

"I was just thinking about a question."

"When that current king sees me, will he regret making the vow to draw his sword and become king?"

"will not."

"You answered so quickly!"

"Because he has no right to regret it."

Artoria was being silly, but Ian was taking it all very seriously.

"Camelot, you've come."

"Draw your sword."

"You are the king. I will never acknowledge anyone else but you."

"Artoria, I won't allow you to deny yourself either."

“Ian, you…”

Artoria covered her chest.

She could feel her heart warming because of Ian's words.

Why do you always trust me so much?

"Because Artoria is delicious—"

"That reason sounds really bloody!"

"but……"

Artoria cheered herself up.

"That's right!"

"I can't deny myself!"

"Well……"

Ian's nose twitched.

"Artoria smells even better now."

"..."

"Are you hungry?"

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

Artoria stood up, closed the window, and drew the curtains.

She found herself getting used to Ian's demands, and even somewhat looking forward to his meals.

"Keep your voice down."

"There are many people inside the castle—"

"If we get caught, we're doomed."

Artoria said this, and then gently began to unravel something as usual.

Soon, she felt his strength.

"Well--"

The girl tilted her head slightly, making cute sounds like a kitten murmuring.

She clutched her blanket, listening intently to the sounds.

The dragon's strength is not only reflected in its hands and feet, but also in other parts of its body, where it possesses unimaginable strength.

"Disturbed and confused" is an understatement to describe Artoria's state at this moment.

Seeing him come to me like this... would I actually be happy?

"Artoria—"

Ian's sudden voice startled the girl.

"What, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Ian looked up at Artoria.

"I just wanted to tell you."

"You smell especially sweet today."

"It's okay if we don't talk about this—"

Artoria's face was already burning red.

She was glad she hadn't opened the curtains.

Otherwise, if Ian saw me like this, who knows what he would think.

"No, I have to say it."

"Artoria, is a food I care about a lot."

Without flinching—

The boy's gaze was extremely earnest.

It was as if they were conducting some extremely important research.

Why is it sweeter than before?

"Could it be..."

"Has something happened that I don't know about?"

"..."

"Who understands?!"

Artoria covered her face.

She certainly didn't want to have a mysterious discussion with Ian at this time.

but--

Artoria clearly underestimated the creativity and imagination of dragons.

Or rather, the ability to handle problems.

"We can't enjoy it like we used to."

“Try this.” Ian held up his finger.

"Oh, no—"

Before Artoria could say another word, she sensed what he called his "attempt".