Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

He was not wrong; he simply did not live up to the title of king.

the first time.

The girl withdrew her hand from the boy's.

“Ian, not now.”

"I……"

"There is still a lot to do."

"It seems a bit premature for me to like you."

"I……"

She couldn't say anything to hurt Ian, nor could she be affectionate with him as usual.

Because I am not yet a true king.

"sorry."

This was the only answer the girl could give in the end.

Then he turned and left.

Only Ian remained standing there.

He looked at his hand, which Artoria had released, and his expression seemed to change.

He turned around, preparing to follow in the direction Artoria had gone.

This is how it usually is—

So today is also possible—

"You'll be disliked if you chase after him."

Morgan emerged from the shadows of the road beside him.

"Haven't I already said it's not possible now?"

"If you chase after them, it will seem a bit immature of you."

“But Artoria said ‘I’m sorry’ to me.”

Ian watched the girl walk away.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it doesn't seem to have reached the point of liking it yet, in other words—"

"Maybe she doesn't care about you that much?"

"..."

Morgan's words seemed to have touched on something that Ian cared about.

The boy clutched his chest and then said softly.

"It hurts so much here."

"That's strange, it never happened before."

That's because you were rejected.

"So I felt uncomfortable."

Morgan walked up to Ian.

With an elegance even greater than Artoria's, she took the hand of the strange knight before her.

Seeing the other person's puzzled look, a hint of smugness flashed in the princess's eyes.

That's the kind of performance you only show when you finally win against Artoria in something.

"Let's go——"

"Since we won't get Artoria's attention tonight."

"So, how about we test my interest?"

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35. Morgan: Was the first time... dedicated to a dragon?

There's no way we could lose, right?

Everything was proceeding flawlessly according to plan.

but……

Why is he still hesitating?

Morgan's ever-present competitive spirit was reignited.

She leaned closer to him and gently breathed warm air into his eyes.

"I said--"

"Don't you really like the scent on me that's like your mother's?"

"Now is the best opportunity."

Morgan's words struck Ian like a sharp arrow.

Soon, the British princess noticed that the other party's gaze no longer hesitated.

The opportunity has arrived.

"correct."

"That's it."

Morgan took Ian's hand and led him step by step into the shadows.

The surroundings became quiet.

At this moment when the village has been saved, no one will care much about the two people hiding in the darkness.

Poof.

Morgan, carrying Ian, collapsed onto the grass.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips gently stroking the back of his neck.

"bring it on."

“Do what you want to do.”

"Tonight, I am the one who cares about you the most."

Morgan had never done anything like this before.

This is her first time.

However, Morgan felt immense pleasure at the moment he heard himself say those words.

Throughout her life, she has always played the role of the one who was forced to lose.

The throne.

Britain.

Everything is being taken away by that cheap little sister named Artoria.

So, is what I'm doing now not excessive at all?

Something that could take Artoria away...

awesome!

This feeling is absolutely amazing!

"Is anything really okay?"

Ian stared directly at Morgan, who had his arms around his neck.

His eyes, which had been relatively calm before, were now flashing red.

Morgan could sense that it was a state of extreme emotional instability.

Artoria's rejection was probably the root cause of all this.

How delightful...

"Yes, anything is fine."

Morgan's face flushed slightly.

"Artoria doesn't care about you."

"But I care about you."

No sooner had he spoken than Morgan witnessed the terrifying power of the dragon.

All I could see were those strong, powerful hands, pulling to the left and right.

Even the hardest iron would probably split in two under such tension, let alone a girl's clothes.

In the darkness, something was revealed.

But this is just the beginning.

A deep voice echoed in the boy's throat.

As if on a hunt, the dragon's hands grasped the grain stored from Morgan in front of it.

His body was heaving.

One breath after another of hot air rose from the boy's mouth.

He opened his mouth, revealing teeth that had become incredibly sharp, and then suddenly lowered his head.

Morgan's eyes widened.

She hadn't expected the other person to be so beastly.

but……

Morgan's lips curled up slightly.

I love this feeling.

It is precisely because of such fierce beasts that one can experience such unique pleasure when interacting with them.

The dragon's sharp teeth were gnawing mercilessly, and every now and then it would pull with tremendous force, just like it was actually feeding.

But Morgan did not offer the slightest obstacle.

"Correct."

"That's it—"

"Be more savage, even more savage."

"You are a very powerful being, there is no need for you to suppress yourself for anyone."

"Do whatever you want; that's the real you, the you who should exist in this world."

"Roar—"

A low growl came from the boy's throat.

Its newly grown tail slapped the ground repeatedly, making a strong and powerful sound.

Morgan certainly wouldn't miss such an obvious change.

She finally understood the way Tiamat had made her initial judgment.

As mother and son, she and he are the same.