Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Anyone could sense that she wanted to finish her travels as soon as possible.

With Morgan's help, she did indeed save one village after another, and was praised by the local people.

"How great our king is!"

"How excellent our king is!"

The nursery rhyme echoed along the British coastline, but no one noticed the emptiness in the girl's eyes.

Including Artoria herself.

"no problem."

"This is the kind of king everyone needs..."

The voice, almost hypnotic, echoed in the girl's ears.

Morgan saw all of this.

She was also generous with her praise.

"Artoria, you are indeed the best choice to defeat Caliburn."

"After returning, he will surely be able to inherit the throne properly."

"maybe……"

Artoria forced a smile.

And so, the journey came to an end without us even realizing it.

When Morgan saw Camelot appear before him, he knew it was time to do something more.

The moonlight shone down on the royal court at night.

Following the previous instructions, Ian arrived at Morgan's room.

The traces of the last repair were still there.

Ian looked at it and knocked on the door.

"Morgan, I'm here."

This is not a title Ian would normally use.

It was Morgan who taught him.

In front of outsiders, she is called Princess; in private, she is called Sister.

"As for the future, hmm... we'll see how you perform."

A reply came quickly from inside the room.

"You're right on time."

"So--"

"come in."

"it is good."

We were back in the same room once again.

Morgan, who was there to greet Ian, had completely changed.

Her voice was gentle, and she was dressed in light clothing.

Her impressive stock of grains was mostly exposed in the deep V-neckline, and if she moved slightly, it would probably serve no purpose of concealment.

The royal family attire she was wearing had been changed into a short skirt at some point.

Morgan's long, shapely legs were now exposed.

Her fair skin was like jade, delicate and smooth, so soft it seemed as if it could be broken with a flick of the finger.

Morgan was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly raised, her fingers twirling her hair.

That was the perfect angle.

You can see some things, but not others.

"..."

Having never seen Morgan like this before, Ian's breathing became a little rapid.

The flow of magic in the room seemed to have quickened.

The dragon's straightforwardness gave Morgan a sense of accomplishment.

She knew she was already beautiful on a normal day, but that didn't mean she couldn't become more alluring.

"Were you staring so intently that your eyes widened?"

Morgan smiled slightly, then stretched out his leg forward.

Her toes were twitching slightly, as if she were getting a massage.

"Shall we give it a try today?"

"You're always welcome—"

"My gluttonous dragon."

The princess's unbridled behavior once again perfectly made the young man feel what true allure was.

only……

He still shook his head.

"Sister Morgan, not yet."

"..."

Morgan was not surprised by Ian's answer.

After all, this guy is indeed a beast, and he doesn't hide it.

If I really wanted to take action, I probably would have done it the very first time...

Ah.

Still not enough?

but it does not matter.

It's just a wild beast; I can definitely tame it.

"Ok."

I won't force you.

Morgan pulled his leg back and stood up.

She walked to the table in the center of the room.

There was a bottle of wine with a cork on top.

"Come on, have a drink with your sister."

"what is that?"

"liquor."

Morgan then proceeded with the introduction.

"Oh, Artoria hasn't had a drink with you yet, has she?"

"Then we definitely have to give it a try."

"However, if it were you, you'd have a more unique way of drinking—"

With that, Morgan yanked the cork out and threw it far away.

Immediately, a languid aroma of wine filled the room.

This is just the beginning.

Under Ian's gaze, Morgan gently lifted his collar.

The grain reserves favored by the dragon soon saw the light of day again.

The British princess laughed as she raised her wine bottle and began to pour it down her neck.

The wine quickly spread everywhere.

It flowed through all the places it was meant to reach, eventually staining Morgan's pristine white clothes a deep red.

But she didn't seem to mind, and instead greeted Ian softly.

"bring it on."

"Let me teach you how to drink—"

"You'll definitely like it."

"Heh..."

The boy made a sound from his throat.

Soon, the princess was tackled onto the table.

Facts don't lie.

Morgan felt he had figured Ian out completely.

If you can get him emotionally agitated even slightly, he will transform into a dragon like this.

Their physical strength and power will be enhanced beyond imagination; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they are invulnerable to swords and spears.

Just like now—

Morgan felt completely unable to move.

My hand was held down tightly.

The feet are basically immobile.

The only thing I could do was watch him wolf down his food in front of me, tearing at it wildly until he left teeth marks.

But even amidst this beast-like behavior, he managed to maintain a sliver of rationality, preventing him from actually devouring what he perceived as his entire reserve.

What happened in the past that made him stay at this level?

Could it be Tiamat's education?

Never mind, that's not the point.

Morgan watched Ian sip his drink and gently blew out a puff of warm air.

A well-timed act of torment can be a rare pleasure for oneself.

bouncy and elastic—

Taking advantage of Ian's momentary lapse in attention, Morgan asked softly:

"So, how about it? This way of drinking suits you, right?"

"A sister and wine, aren't they a perfect match?"

"..."

Ian nodded, then shook his head.

This displeased Morgan somewhat.

"what do you mean?"

Why did you nod and shake your head at the same time?

"I nodded because I think drinking like this is great."

"I shook my head because my sister and alcohol are not a perfect match."

"elder sister--"

Ian's eyes flashed red.

"It tastes a thousand times better than wine."