Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

She would definitely be angry if someone else interrupted her and Ian's good time at this moment.

But when it was Artoria who came, she couldn't get angry at all.

It's not that she forgave her stepsister.

But -

There's a sense of satisfaction in getting revenge.

He couldn't beat Artoria in anything, except for Ian, with whom he could at least put up a fight.

"Well, it's not really convenient to talk about this, Your Majesty."

As Morgan said this, he pretended to be embarrassed and looked at Ian beside him.

"You probably don't want to hear about such trivial things."

"Speak, speak now—"

Artoria's tone became less polite.

"I need to know now."

"Then there's no way."

Morgan sighed, feigning helplessness.

"Ian wants to experience what it's like to 'date'."

Finally, they came to me.

"What's it like to be on a date?!"

Artoria felt as if someone had elbowed her in the head.

"Sister, you're kidding, right?"

"This one……"

Morgan shrugged.

"Why don't you ask him?"

"This……"

A look of panic flashed in Artoria's eyes.

She didn't dare to confirm such a thing.

What if he agrees?

If you don't ask, it's at least possible that it's your sister's lie.

There's no need to ask.

Artoria turned her head to the side; her mind was already somewhat blank.

“I’m not interested in this.”

"Not interested...?"

Morgan put his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly.

Whether intentional or unintentional, the slightly open neckline allowed Artoria to vaguely see her older sister's chest.

Almost instantly, Artoria recognized those marks.

Scratches

And the scratches were from Ian.

Only when he transforms back into a dragon could he leave such scratches.

But soon, Morgan clutched his chest as if he had discovered something.

She smiled and continued:

I thought you would mind.

"After all, your relationship was pretty good before, wasn't it?"

"I even advised him that it might be better to contact you, um... you think so too, right?"

"The King of Britain"

Morgan's words awakened Artoria.

She touched the Caliburn sword at her waist and answered with trembling teeth.

"Do not."

"I do not have."

"Sister, you should know I can't reveal my identity—if you're looking for me, well..."

Artoria felt like her mouth was fighting.

She really wanted to say "That's fine too," but in the end it turned out to be...

"I can't be with him."

“I…have a lot of things to do.”

"Is that so?"

Morgan patted Artoria on the shoulder.

"I understand, I'll keep it a secret for you."

“With me, with Ian, you will always be a man.”

"He is a king who can rule Britain well."

To be honest, if it were before, Morgan felt that even if a knife were pointed at her, she wouldn't be able to say such words of acknowledgment of Artoria.

but now……

Morgan felt a strange sense of exhilaration.

She certainly didn't admit that Artoria was worthy of the King of Britain.

Yet, this constraint imposed by the throne also brought him such pleasure.

Perhaps fate really is fair?

To gain something, you must lose something else.

"Artoria, I..."

Ian stepped forward, about to say something, when Morgan gently covered his mouth.

"Fool."

"Now you should call him King."

"She is the Queen of Britain, you know?"

"..."

Ian looked at Artoria, clearly asking if that was really the case.

Although Artoria desperately wanted to deny it, she simply couldn't.

The many expectant gazes I've encountered along the way are impossible to ignore.

Everyone in Britain is waiting for themselves.

They eagerly awaited their arrival.

Their eyes were filled with tears.

them……

I chose myself.

Why me...?

A regretful question arose in the girl's mind.

But her body had already answered Ian's question before she could.

"Yes, I am the king."

"The King of Britain"

"..."

Hearing Artoria's words, Ian touched his chest, a look of confusion on his face.

"I feel so uncomfortable."

"That's it again."

"but--"

"I see."

"From now on, I will call you King."

Artoria felt something inside her shatter with a snap.

Just in time.

A soldier carrying a short sword walked by not far away.

Upon seeing Artoria, he quickly ran over.

He looked very anxious, running while calling out respectful titles.

"king--!"

"Finally found you!"

only--

Upon seeing that Ian was also present, the soldiers who had intended to say something immediately fell silent.

"Um, Wang, you seem to be very busy."

"I'll come later."

"stop."

Artoria stopped the soldiers who were about to turn and run.

"Now that you've come before me, tell me what you want to say."

"otherwise……"

Artoria didn't finish her sentence, but the soldier felt himself breaking out in a sweat.

What a terrifying murderous aura!

If I don't say anything, I'll definitely be punished.

After deliberating for a while, the soldier finally swallowed hard and said:

"that--"

He pointed at Ian, who was clutching his chest, and began to complain.

"This guy beat someone up in the street."

"Many people have come to complain, Wang, look—"

Artoria's eyes lit up.

There was a sense in her tone that she was clearly happy but suppressing her feelings.

"I see."

"That's really going too far—"

Under Morgan's watchful gaze, sensing something was amiss, Artoria grabbed Ian's hand.

"follow me."

"I'm going to punish you."