Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"..."

Before Morgan could answer (or rather, mock) Tiamat, he felt himself fall to the ground.

She opened her eyes and found Ian looking at her.

And he was still gnawing on something in his mouth.

That is……

The crystallization of Tiamat?

“Ian, you…”

“You were crying just now,” Ian said, as if he knew what Morgan would ask.

"Was I too much?"

"Eh?"

Morgan then realized that there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

It looks like...

It's like being moved to tears by (a plant)...

Click.

The boy bit into the black crystal and swallowed it.

Morgan knew that this was an unconscious reaction after he saw himself crying.

Although he didn't know the truth, he could sense that this was the reason he was crying!

but……

That must be something that smells like his mother.

What kind of inner struggle must have involved?

Morgan could hardly believe it.

“Ian, you…”

"do not Cry."

Ian gently wiped away the tears from Morgan's eyes.

“Morgan, you look so pained when you cry.”

"I do not like."

"So, I won't let you stay like this forever."

"..."

Morgan's eyes reddened again.

This is the first time in her life that someone has wiped away her tears.

Has fate not abandoned me?

Absolutely!

only--

Before Morgan could even enjoy her moment of joy, she heard words that plunged her heart into despair.

To be precise, it was something I didn't want to hear, but it came out of someone I was willing to listen to.

"Sister Morgan."

I want to know—

"How can we make Artoria become a queen worthy of Britain as quickly as possible?"

40. Do you like me, but your heart is with Artoria?

Hope and despair seem to always go hand in hand.

Morgan felt he understood this statement more deeply than anyone else.

Ian bit into Tiamat's crystal to save himself, which was certainly an extremely touching thing;

but--

Why would you say something like that after you've already rescued yourself?

"How can we make Artoria become a queen worthy of Britain as quickly as possible?"

Why……

Why on earth…

It's Artoria again!

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Artoria will not be the Queen of Britain!"

"Ian, you're dreaming!"

Morgan roared hysterically, then burst into uncontrollable sobs.

She covered her face in near collapse, her hands trembling.

"Why……"

"With me... we also need Artoria..."

"Why!"

A bright future was shattered like glass by a single sentence.

Morgan could no longer hold back.

She was crying uncontrollably, just like a little girl.

If that's the case, then dying in that dream just now wasn't a mistake, was it?

I... never owned anything at all!

But it was at this time.

Morgan, however, felt a surge of warmth.

She looked up and found that Ian had hugged her at some point.

Although there were still traces of alcohol on the corners of his mouth.

"do not Cry."

"It makes me feel so uncomfortable listening to this."

Morgan followed the boy's hand and saw that the boy was pointing to his heart.

The princess's eyes shone brighter.

Because that was almost exactly the same spot where Ian confessed his love to Artoria.

Is he upset about himself?

No.

Morgan turned his head away.

not like this.

If I were truly sad for myself, I wouldn't have said those things just now.

You're lying to me—

Just for a moment.

Morgan found himself in the same position as Tiamat.

"Don't do this..."

"But I really didn't lie to you."

"Sister Morgan."

“I do want to know how to better enable Artoria to become the Queen of Britain, but—”

Ian's gaze fell on Morgan in front of him.

To be precise, it was on her exposed grain stores.

The wine that the princess had prepared herself still lingered on it, emitting a fragrant aroma.

For a dragon, this was the most delicious food imaginable.

"You've been really good to me."

The boy, chewing up the crystals, spoke without any attempt to hide his feelings.

"Therefore, your crying is unacceptable to me."

"What can I do to make you stop crying?"

You didn't need to say those things—

Morgan looked at the boy who had his hands on his ears.

She admitted that her heart wavered the moment the boy spoke.

But it was only for a moment.

"I don't smell like your mother anymore."

"Trying to please me won't give you any chance to miss her."

"I do love my mother's cooking."

Ian looked directly into Morgan's eyes.

"But that doesn't mean I only like her taste."

“Sister Morgan, Your Highness,” the boy said, using the titles she had taught him. “I’ve always been able to smell your own scent.”

"You don't smell good at all, and you have a slight musty smell, like you haven't been in the sun for a very long time."

"but--"

"You taste very sweet."

Ian licked his lips, as if he were recalling something.

"I don't know why this is happening."

“But I like it very much.”

The boy gradually transformed into a half-dragon, half-human form.

"So, I think you can definitely help me."

Ian lowered his head and bit Morgan's neck.

Tell me—

"..."

Seeing Ian take the initiative, Morgan remained silent for a moment before wiping away her tears.

"Ian, do you know what you're saying?"

"Do you want to say you like me, but also tell me your heart belongs to Artoria?"

Is that what I meant?

Ian countered with a question.

"Otherwise what—"

Morgan turned around and bit Ian's neck, taking a sip from it.