Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

like……

Is he feeling guilty?

Artoria had a bad feeling.

Just as she was about to say something about when, she saw Ian's hand reach out.

Then came the subtle maneuvers.

squeeze--

squeeze--

Artoria blushed immediately.

She thought something serious had happened, but the next moment she was back to normal.

"Ian, what are you doing!"

Artoria said this, but did not push his hand away.

"My sister is still ahead, at least wait for us..."

Before the girl could finish speaking, she heard something even more shocking.

"Small, completely different from Morgan's."

"..."

Artoria felt her mind suddenly go blank.

"What...what are you saying?"

"What does it mean to be completely different from Morgan's?"

Artoria's green eyes began to darken.

She said with some resentment:

"Do you know your sister very well?"

"Or……"

"So you've always liked big ones? Then this is the best I can do. I'm really sorry—"

"..."

Ian did not answer Artoria's question.

Instead, I simply waited quietly for her to finish speaking.

However, the topic he discussed after that was entirely different.

"Artoria, you said yesterday that it wasn't the right time, is that right?"

"Eh?"

Ian's words pulled Artoria back from her resentment.

Recalling that confession, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Hmm...it's not the right time yet."

"When will that be?"

Ian moved closer.

"I would like to know."

"..."

Artoria's hand reached for the Caliburn sword, the sword of certain victory, at her waist.

Everything that had occurred to her when she drew her sword flooded back into the girl's mind once more.

"A future where everyone is smiling can't be wrong, right?"

Artoria's mind was still thinking, but her body had already spoken first:

"Wait until I become a king worthy of Britain!"

"Ian, you know why I drew my sword!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Artoria regretted it.

She had no idea how long it would take her to become that kind of king.

It seems happier to go back to the haystacks and live a shameless life with him now.

only--

The golden sword of certain victory (Caliburn) constantly reminded her that she could not do that.

The one who draws the sword is the king.

The king is responsible for everything in Britain.

Artoria found that she seemed to have a deeper understanding of this sentence.

"I understand completely."

Ian withdrew his hand from the girl's lovely curves.

At that moment, Artoria felt an emptiness in her heart.

"It's okay to touch it a little longer..."

"It hasn't been discovered yet..."

Such a request did not elicit Ian's agreement as usual.

"Artoria is a girl destined to become a queen."

"I know."

The boy's gaze returned to Morgan.

"I'm going to find her."

"Artoria, if you have any questions, you can come to me right away."

"Eh……"

As Ian walked toward Morgan, Artoria wanted to say something.

She had originally come to find out what the marks on Morgan's skirt were.

but……

Not a single answer was asked about this question.

But why...

Why does it seem like we already know the outcome?

Artoria's eyes dimmed.

On the other side, Morgan felt an indescribable joy as he sensed Ian walking towards him.

"Ian, what does Artoria want with you?" she asked calmly.

“I didn’t ask anything,” Ian answered truthfully.

"Oh?"

Unexpected answer.

Morgan gave a cold laugh.

"Doesn't she care at all what you and I did last night?"

"I didn't ask that."

"but--"

The boy's gaze fell on Morgan's chest.

"She's very self-conscious about the fact that her breasts are smaller than yours."

"..."

"is it?"

“That Ian—”

Do you prefer the big one or the small one?

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

"Don't worry, I won't mind."

Morgan was still very confident in himself.

This was especially true after Ian's appalling eating habits.

It's no exaggeration to say that if anyone saw the wounds on his body, especially the one on his chest, Ian would probably be locked up in jail immediately.

but--

No one has the right to see this.

Even this guy only got this good fortune because he happened to be part of his own plan.

Returning her gaze to Ian, Morgan found herself actually quite curious about the answer to that question.

after all--

Nobody has ever said that.

"I like things that are edible."

"..."

After a three-second pause, Morgan confirmed that he hadn't misheard.

She wanted to argue with Ian, pointing her finger at him and saying, "You just like people as big as me."

But it can't be done.

This guy is a descendant of dragons.

It is an existence that absolutely cannot be measured by common sense.

A night of madness doesn't necessarily mean he was fully committed.

This is really a difficult problem to solve.

However, it is quite challenging.

And Artoria looks quite affected as well.

Is there anything else that's not good?

This is great.

Whenever I see her looking dejected, it makes me incredibly happy.

In a good mood, Morgan no longer cared how difficult Ian's answer was to understand.

"For you, anything edible is the best, right?"

"What a hungry dragon! Does it lose all interest in food once it stops eating?"

"no way--"

Morgan looked at the man beside her.

Her eyes were filled with a charming smile.

"Then I'll just have to find a chance to let you eat something even better."

"My gluttonous dragon."

38. Morgan: Me and alcohol, aren't we a perfect match? (2/3)

Artoria's journey to the throne has become faster.