Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

According to rumors, this strange fellow named Ian is a knight whom Artoria values ​​highly.

There are even rumors that this so-called selection was held specifically for him.

Who would dare stop him from using his weapons?

What if King Arthur gets angry?

The sword-fighting arena suddenly fell silent.

The knights looked at each other, none of them daring to answer Ian.

But at this very moment—

"These weapons are really not very good."

Morgan said this and then walked out.

Her gaze swept over the knights present, and then she said with a smile:

"Those are all weapons used by ordinary knights."

"How could I possibly be worthy of you?"

"..."

These words were somewhat of a dig at the others, but the knights dared not speak out against them.

Because what Morgan said was indeed true.

He was different from the other knights.

However, the princess completely ignored the reactions of others.

Or rather, those people's reactions were worthless to her.

"Let me give you a suitable weapon."

Morgan took Ian's hand, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

She said softly:

"if only--"

"You can come with me to the lake now."

46. ​​Excalibur Morgan

When exactly did I sense the presence of that sword?

Morgan couldn't explain it anymore.

All she remembers is that she felt its presence after waking up one day.

as if……

It's like something that was originally hidden underground, but was brought back to light because of an earthquake.

But in any case, this is a golden opportunity.

He just happened to need a sword, and he just happened to be able to get such a sword.

There's nothing inappropriate about it.

Morgan wouldn't even consider whether there were any problems involved.

"Shall we go to the lake?"

“Hmm—” Morgan nodded.

"okay, I get it."

then.

Amidst the knights' astonished gazes, Morgan led Ian out by the hand.

We arrived outside Camelot.

Morgan did not hesitate for a moment.

She wrapped her arms around Ian's neck and kissed him.

"Are you a dragon?"

"So--"

"Show me what you are like."

The princess's request was quickly granted.

A gust of wind swept by.

A massive black dragon carried Morgan into the sky, leaving a trail in its wake.

puff-

The dragon flew at a speed beyond human comprehension.

The princess's hair was dancing wildly, looking like waves.

However, she didn't mind her somewhat disheveled appearance.

Her fingers gently stroked the dragon's back, feeling every line of skin texture.

Morgan climbed onto the dragon's back.

Listen to that pulsating sound.

The real dragon is right beneath me.

How can I have you forever?

Such turmoil stirred within the princess's heart.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Morgan gently waved his hand, and the dragon stopped in front of a forest.

"This is it."

The princess looked at the forest before her and said this.

Soon, after noticing that Ian was trying to tear the forest open, he quickly added more.

"Don't touch the trees here, go back to your original state and come inside with me."

only--

But seeing Ian back to his original form, completely unmasked, Morgan couldn't help but cough a few times.

Soon, she took his hand.

"So be it."

"Anyway... only I can see it."

"it is good."

The two of them walked deeper into the forest.

Ian quickly noticed his body temperature rising.

“Your Highness, this place… seems a little different from Camelot.”

"I already told you to just call me Sister Morgan in private."

Morgan corrected Ian's form of address with great displeasure, and then continued to explain.

"Of course it's different here."

The princess took out her magic staff.

That was something she had kept hidden away for a long time, and now she took it out again for Ian.

"The magic here is plentiful."

"It's incomparable to Camelot."

"But would there really be weapons in a place like this?"

Ian asked, somewhat puzzled.

"No matter how you look at it, it's just a forest."

"There will be."

"Don't you believe me?"

"..."

Ian didn't say anything more, he just nodded.

As we ventured deeper into the forest, the magic emanating from the land grew stronger.

A crystal-clear lake appeared before their eyes.

Morgan glanced down at Ian's lower body and then smiled.

"Your body seems to be particularly sensitive to magic."

"is it?"

"I was unaware of this."

"It's okay, as long as I realize it."

Morgan temporarily released Ian's hand and then walked towards the lake.

She had never been here before, yet she felt a strange sense of familiarity with the place.

The princess closed her eyes and began to mutter something softly.

"I am back."

Such a simple sentence, yet it seemed like a spell, brought the entire forest to life.

Soon, several blurry figures appeared in front of Ian and Morgan.

Those are the spirits that dwell in this forest.

"Vivian, long time no see."

"You've come here because—"

"I want to take that sword."

Morgan recalled what he had dreamt about.

"is that OK?"

"..."

The elves exchanged glances and then nodded.

"no problem."

"That was originally yours."

"It's just back in your hands now."

The voice just fell.

Ripples spread across the lake's surface.

The clear lake water spread out in all directions.

A golden light shot towards the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a beautifully crafted sword blade, which was faintly gleaming, appeared from there.

Morgan reached out and grasped it directly.

"Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur)."

She realized the name of the sword almost instantly.

Ian walked over.

Morgan handed it to him without hesitation.