Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

move.

Move again.

Keep moving.

Artoria felt her head buzzing.

"No, Ian—"

"don't want--"

But it was too late.

The king's willpower seemed utterly powerless before the dragon's claws.

It's over-

Artoria could no longer control herself.

On the eve of this journey, in this pitch-black room, a wonderful melody began to play.

"Hmm...that's right!"

"Artoria, the best ingredient!"

The girl's cheeks were already slightly flushed.

Whether it was due to the boy's strength or his own will that things turned out this way is impossible to verify.

time flies.

twitter--

The bird flew away from the branch.

At the gates of Camelot.

Morgan, who had changed into casual clothes, looked at Artoria with a puzzled expression. Artoria was yawning with dark circles under her eyes and her legs were trembling slightly.

"Artoria, what are you doing?"

"No, it's nothing."

Artoria, dressed as a knight princess, quickly waved her hand.

"I'm just not used to sleeping like this."

"Really?" Morgan looked puzzled.

She didn't think that sleeping in an unfamiliar environment would result in her looking so disheveled.

But Morgan himself couldn't immediately come up with a reason for things turning out this way overnight.

She sighed, then straightened the collar of Artoria's white dress.

"Your Majesty, you must always be mindful of your image."

“You represent the future of all Britain, and such rudeness is not appropriate.”

"Hehe, it was my oversight."

Realizing the awkwardness, Artoria quickly changed the subject.

"Ian, come here quickly!"

"It's time for us to set off!"

"it is good."

The boy named Ian quickly caught up.

Unlike Artoria, he seemed to be in pretty good spirits.

Carrying his belongings, he looked like both a knight and a butler.

"let's go--"

In this subtle atmosphere, Artoria's pilgrimage began.

27. Morgan: Me... too? (1/3)

Subconscious habits are actually a terrifying thing.

For example, now.

Looking at Morgan and Artoria in front of him, Ian felt he couldn't take his eyes off their chests.

This doesn't mean it's purely a matter of desire.

But -

I'm used to doing it this way.

Just like how her mother, Tiamat, would always make no attempt to show her her magnificent breasts.

Ian didn't think it was a bad thing.

However, the human world's understanding does not seem to be entirely the same as the gentleness of Mother Tiamat.

This behavior seems difficult for them to accept.

really--

The outside world is completely different from the sea of ​​life.

The descendants of the dragon have gained insights that they could not obtain in the past.

only……

Meanwhile, Morgan seemed somewhat puzzled.

She considers herself to have a fairly keen sense of perception.

So when Morgan realized that Ian's attention was fixed on his and Artoria's chests, his damn competitive spirit suddenly flared up.

In any sense, her own breasts should be more alluring than Artoria's.

She's just a country girl; she doesn't have Camelot's charm at all.

But reality slapped Morgan in the face.

To be precise, it was a slap followed by a kick.

That's right.

He was indeed looking at both Artoria's breasts and his own.

but!

The time ratio in this case was surprisingly as high as 70/30.

Does this guy have absolutely no concept of beauty?!

How could you possibly choose to watch something small and bad instead of something big and good?

Are your eyes damaged?!

"elder sister?"

Sensing immense resentment emanating from Morgan, the knight-like Artoria cautiously touched her hand.

"what happened to you?"

"..."

"nothing."

Morgan immediately composed himself.

"Is there something you need?"

"Well--"

Artoria took out the parchment scroll that King Uther had given her.

It was like a map.

"This is where we should go, right?"

"Correct."

Morgan nodded.

"Just go around Britain and eventually return to Camelot."

"I'm sure I'll learn a lot along the way."

"Ok!"

Artoria nodded seriously.

"I'm going to write down everything that happens on the way!"

"..."

The more diligent Artoria appeared, the more Morgan felt tormented inside.

That trip, which should have been hers alone, has now become a testament to her becoming king.

How tragic this is.

"this is for you."

Ian's voice interrupted Morgan's lingering regret.

He then handed a flower to Artoria.

"Eh?"

The girl was both happy and curious as she accepted the flowers.

"Ian, where did you get these flowers—"

"roadside."

"I picked it for you because I thought it was very pretty."

"is it?"

Artoria sniffed the flower in her hand, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"I didn't expect you to be this romantic sometimes. Looks like you're not entirely a clueless idiot who only knows how to eat in bed—"

As soon as she said it, Artoria realized that something terrible was about to happen.

So happy to receive the flowers that she didn’t even realize Morgan was right next to her while she was talking!

"Um, sister, what I mean is..."

"You two have such a good relationship."

Before Artoria could finish explaining, Morgan spoke up first.

That was a tone tinged with envy.

"If I see something nice, I want to give it to the other person."

"This is not a habit that can be formed in just a few days."

"I……"

Morgan stopped mid-sentence.

She noticed that Ian's gaze had somehow fallen on her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"for you."

Ian extended another flower to Morgan.

"..."

Morgan paused for a moment.

"Me... too?"