Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"That's not surprising, that's not surprising at all."

"..."

This is why Morgan doesn't like to go out.

Her situation is really awkward.

Despite being King Uther's eldest daughter, she had absolutely no right to inherit the throne.

From an ordinary person's perspective, that would naturally be the eldest daughter whom King Uther despised.

These words struck Morgan like a sharp arrow into her heart, and she turned away, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Wait me a moment,"

Before Morgan could respond to Ian's words, she saw Ian dash off at a speed she had never expected.

Immediately afterwards, what came into her view was the image of him lifting a person up with one hand.

"You, what are you doing?"

I want to kill you.

The boy's tone was indifferent yet serious.

His eyes were already blood red.

That's the kind of sound that no one would think he was joking.

"Don't be kidding!"

"Even if it's you, you can't..."

The person who shouted the loudest just now is now unable to utter a single word.

Because Ian had grabbed him by the throat.

"..."

Realizing what had happened, Morgan rushed to Ian's side.

"stop!"

"Ian, stop right there!"

"..."

After glancing at Morgan, Ian's gaze gradually calmed down.

The person fell to the ground, clutching their throat and gasping for breath.

"Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome, just get lost."

Morgan said coldly.

"I'm not here to save you—"

"..."

That was a much colder tone compared to Ian's. Those who had survived quickly ran away, while those who had previously mocked Morgan scattered like birds.

The streets fell silent once again.

A few minutes later.

Camelot, inside the royal court.

After wandering around rather boredly, Morgan and Ian returned here.

Just as the two of them finished climbing the stone steps, Morgan tapped Ian on the head.

Do you know what wrong you've done?

"do not know."

Ian felt nothing when he was hit on the head; his physical strength was already dozens or even hundreds of times that of an ordinary person.

"However, since you put it that way, I must have done something wrong."

"..."

Morgan sighed helplessly, and then began to explain in detail.

"Next time, don't act so directly."

"You... are going to become a knight, right? If you keep going like this, you definitely won't be welcomed, and that will cause trouble."

"But you really don't like listening to what they have to say."

Ian looked directly at Morgan.

"Therefore, I have to take action."

“How could I not like it…” Morgan turned her head away.

"Have."

"And I really dislike it."

"Your Highness, you clearly clenched your fist just now."

"..."

Morgan then realized that his hand was tightly clasped with Ian's, and he could immediately feel his body's reaction.

This feeling of being controlled by the other made her somewhat uneasy.

Next came his rebuttal.

"I'm used to it, it's always been like this."

"So it's always been this way, therefore it's correct?"

"Just because someone is used to being bullied, does that give you the right to say terrible things to them?"

"Is it right to mock someone just because they've become accustomed to loneliness?"

I disagree.

"I absolutely disagree."

Ian's palms warmed slightly.

Suddenly, even the sunlight streaming in from all around seemed a bit hotter.

"So, I'm going to take action."

"If anyone dares to say that to you again, I'll kill him."

Vicious.

brutal.

capricious.

A flood of words describing Ian rushed through Morgan's mind in an instant.

But in the end, only one remained.

That is: being moved.

There are many people who laugh at themselves and ridicule themselves.

But there was no one who showed such favoritism towards themselves.

"You idiot, you really are—"

Morgan, holding the bread he had just bought amidst the shopkeeper's surprised gaze, called out to Ian.

She looked angry, but her eyes were full of joy.

"Open your mouth."

"Open your mouth!"

"what--"

"Do you understand?"

"..."

The boy looked at Morgan with a slightly puzzled expression, but still followed her example and opened his mouth.

However, what Ian didn't expect was—

As soon as he opened his mouth, Morgan, who had been holding the bread in his hand, switched to using his lips to pick it up.

Before the boy could react, she pressed him forward, pinning him against the stone pillar.

At that moment, the bread split in two in their mouths, and then they each swallowed it.

Then, naturally, their lips met in a kiss.

However, Morgan, who was displaying her charm, was not so happy.

Because she found Ian's reaction to be too indifferent.

The British princess stared at him, who remained completely calm.

She was a little unconvinced.

Even at this point, he's still so calm.

When it clearly lunged at me, it seemed to be eager to unleash its blood-red maw.

Glutton...

I'm going to show you what I'm capable of today.

Thinking this, Morgan cupped Ian's cheeks, ready to teach him a lesson once again.

She didn't realize that when she thought of Ian, she no longer thought about how to get revenge on Artoria.

What she cared about more was the knight in front of her who liked to bite her breasts.

The bread fell to the ground, and the round bread rolled forward quite a distance before finally stopping in front of someone.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing what was happening before her, Artoria asked this question.

43. Morgan: I advised him to contact you.

Becoming the King of Britain is not as simple as it seems.

The first thing to face is the death of King Euthy.

This frail old man ultimately did not live to see the new king return from his travels.

However, it's not time for the burial yet.

Internal affairs were handed over, and soldiers were directed to relocate.

Such tasks will take a while to complete.

Fortunately.

King Uther had given all these instructions before his death, and although Artoria didn't understand anything, she wasn't completely clueless.

but……

Why is this so?

He was obviously the one who came first...

Why is it that the one pinning Ian against the wall now is his own sister, who has given him a lot of guidance along the way?

"What exactly are you doing?"

Having already removed her Knight Princess outfit and put on the King's Cloak, which Ian had previously called a "quilt," Artoria asked once again.

"..."

Morgan gave a barely perceptible smile.