Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

44. The throne can also be a place to feed dragons.

Without waiting for anyone to answer her, Artoria grabbed Ian and ran towards the other side of the courtyard.

The two footsteps echoed in the slightly damp corridor until they disappeared completely into the distance.

"Is the king in such a hurry to punish that person?"

The soldier spoke blankly, but suddenly felt a chill.

That was a gaze that seemed to wish they could kill him.

But when he turned around, he found that there was no one around at all.

Eh?

Come to think of it, there really was someone like that just now.

Who is it...

the other side.

Holding Ian's hand, Artoria led him as they ran.

Nearly.

The girl ran around a bend.

Arrived.

The girl stopped in front of a thick, solid door.

creak-

She pushed the door open, and it turned into an elegant quarter circle.

"Let's go in!"

Artoria said this, and then led Ian inside.

The door closed again, and no one noticed a figure following it outside.

inside the door.

Artoria felt her heart pounding.

A lone man.

Widow.

Sharing a room.

It was just him and me.

Countless tags echoed in Artoria's mind, weaving together many strange and wonderful things.

to be honest--

If she hadn't become the Queen of Britain, she might have had a rather extraordinary life.

Just as the girl was lost in thought, she felt a warmth.

Then Ian hugged her.

"Don't panic, I'm here."

The boy's first sentence warmed Artoria's heart.

But the second half of the sentence plunged her back into the icy abyss of reality.

"Artoria is the Queen of Britain."

With just that one sentence, Artoria felt an unfathomable rift between herself and Ian.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end—

The girl's voice consisted of only one sentence.

"That's right, I am the King of Britain."

"..."

"Yes, that's right—"

Artoria looked at him.

Why did you hit him?

"Didn't I say I wouldn't bully people?"

"If this continues, people will hate it."

"Because some people said things I really didn't like—"

Ian got a little hot as he talked about this.

"So, they took action."

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

"If you don't like it...?"

Artoria frowned slightly.

"Correct."

“They were saying bad things about Morgan,” Ian recalled his encounter with Morgan on Camelot Street. “They said really hurtful things—”

"..."

Artoria's eyes widened in an instant.

If she could barely maintain her rationality before, the moment she heard the name "Morgan," she felt she could no longer think rationally.

"So, it was because of her that you were witnessed fighting?"

"Ah."

Artoria felt her head buzzing.

If the "punishment" just now was merely a reason to bring Ian out and have him share a room with him...

Now, she really wants to "punish" him.

He was obviously the one who came first...

Whether it was meeting him or doing those things, it was all my fault for coming first...

I don't want to give it away like that...

Artoria gasped for breath.

She came before the throne.

This is a place that only the queen can reach, and it will be the place where she will meet Camelot and the others in the future.

That's why it's so quiet here, with no one else around.

but--

Why do I have to be here to hear those things?

Why would he take action for his sister?

Aren't those things rightfully mine?

As Artoria thought this, her body involuntarily sat down on the throne.

"What you did was very wrong—"

“I’m going to punish you, Ian.”

Artoria took off her cloak and placed it on the throne, as if she had covered it with something.

The king's armor fell to the ground.

The secret that belonged to Artoria, and that would plunge Britain into chaos if revealed, was laid bare before Ian.

"come over."

"If you don't satisfy me today, I won't let you leave."

Artoria breathed out a soft, warm breath.

"Absolutely not."

Strange sounds came from the silent throne room.

Artoria placed her hands on the armrests on either side of the throne.

Although he sounded very cool when he said he wouldn't let you leave, it was a completely different story when he actually started feeding him.

It broke through their defenses in an instant.

He was out of breath after just a couple of strokes.

He let out a low growl after three strokes.

The girl's legs trembled in the air.

At that moment, she felt as if she had returned to the way she was when she first met him.

Only he knows him.

Only I can use him.

“Ian—!”

"Artoria called out with her eyes closed."

Her hands also rested on his head.

At that moment, the girl's legs stretched straight out in the air.

Then, there was Artoria, slumped in a chair.

You seem very happy—

Ian stood up and looked at her.

"No, I don't."

Artoria exhaled slightly.

She held onto all her reason and looked at him.

"very bad."

"You did a terrible job!"

"Morgan is the one who made you this way!"

"Continue! I haven't said I'm satisfied yet!"

"..."

"it is good."

"As long as you think it's suitable, that's fine."

The throne, at that moment, became a place where dragons feasted.

To be precise, Artoria became a place for eating.

The rain stopped in Camelot, but it started raining between the thrones.

How many times can a girl lose all her rationality due to extreme pleasure?

Artoria didn't know.

But she understood one thing.

If I don't do this, Ian will definitely go back to Morgan.

but……