Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"Take it."

"..."

Feeling the Excalibur in his hand, Ian could indeed sense its difference from other weapons.

First, it is able to withstand its own power.

Unlike other weapons, it won't crack as soon as you hold it.

Furthermore, as a dragon, the moment his palm came into close contact with the sword, he almost immediately sensed its presence.

"This is……"

"Was the sword originally meant for Artoria?"

Morgan was somewhat surprised.

Like Ian, she looked towards the elves.

Soon, the elves nodded, confirming Ian's statement.

"Yes."

"This was indeed something that should have been given to that king."

"but--"

"Since Vivian is here, let's give it to her first."

"..."

Morgan clutched his chest.

Artoria!

It's always Artoria!

It's still Artoria!

Why is it always her no matter where I go?!

The British princess felt she was going crazy.

He took back Excalibur.

Morgan possessed an unimaginable magic.

That's a resonance with the forest beneath my feet—no, it should be said that it resonates with the entire British Isles.

"This isn't yours, Artoria!"

"That'smine!"

"You won't get it!"

boom--

The magic burned onto the blade like flames.

Soon, the appearance of Excalibur changed.

It no longer shines; instead, it is enveloped in darkness.

By the time things stabilized, the blade had undergone a complete transformation—

Excalibur Morgan appeared in Morgan's hands.

Morgan gasped for breath as he looked at it.

The cost in terms of magic was high, but the result was perfect.

"Yes."

"This is my holy sword."

"It's not Artoria's!"

The princess's cry echoed throughout the forest in an instant.

That was an incredibly sorrowful sound.

until--

She was hugged by Ian.

47. Every drop of yours is mine!

Nighttime, by the lake.

The elves who offered up Excalibur have gone far away.

Embraced by Ian, Morgan gradually calmed down.

"I'm all right."

"Do not."

"You have."

Ian showed absolutely no intention of letting Morgan go.

"You're clearly still feeling very unwell."

"Be good and don't move."

"you……"

Although he felt like he was being treated like a child, Morgan found himself surprisingly receptive to it.

She pressed herself against his strong chest muscles, unusually becoming the one passively receiving.

"Excuse me, did I look like something was off just now?"

"Like a madman?"

"Ah."

"Can't you just tell a lie? Honestly!"

Morgan stared at Ian, who readily admitted to it, and grew somewhat displeased.

"But I feel I shouldn't lie to you."

Ian stroked the food supplies from her reserves.

However, unlike the ferocity they displayed when eating in the past, this time...

He is very gentle now.

He neither used force nor held on tightly, but simply massaged in the direction that Morgan liked best.

Rather than playing with his food, he was trying to tell her that he cared about her.

of course.

For Morgan, this was no simple act of gentleness.

The tingling, numb sensation that made her blood flow faster caused her to gasp softly.

"what are you doing……"

Morgan turned his head away.

She would never admit that she was actually enjoying herself.

"If you want to eat, do it yourself. Do you expect me to tear it open for you?"

"Greedy."

Morgan had just finished saying that when he suddenly felt his feet leave the ground.

No.

It took flight.

Ian transformed into a dragon almost instantly, and took Morgan on his back as well.

"Roar—"

The dragon roared and then soared into the air.

Angry?

Does he have to have someone tear open his clothes to give him a chance to nibble on someone's chest?

That's going too far!

Morgan thought so, but soon realized that things were not like that at all.

Because Ian doesn't fly fast.

He carried Morgan and wandered through the British night sky.

It occasionally circles around, but never falls back to the ground.

Gradually, Morgan realized that he seemed to understand what he meant.

"you……"

"Do you think the starry sky is beautiful and want me to see it?"

Morgan had barely uttered his question when the dragon's wings flapped twice.

This was clearly an answer to her.

"..."

Morgan lay down on the dragon's back.

"Starry sky?"

The British princess looked up at the night sky.

The stars, like jewels, were set on the canvas of the dark sky.

They were reflected in Morgan's eyes.

She woke up with a start.

How long has it been since I last looked at the starry sky like this?

a year?

three years?

still is……

After realizing that she was destined not to be the heir to the throne, she never looked at the British night sky again?

Before he knew it, tears streamed down Morgan's face.

"You stupid……"

"Did you intentionally want to see me like this?"

They flew for an unknown amount of time.

Morgan eventually landed with Ian.

Before she could express her feelings, Ian pushed her to the ground.

As before, the princess felt a strong, powerful pull.

"Thirsty, so thirsty..."

Ian made a low, guttural sound.

Then, he lowered his head like a wolf.

This was a much more ferocious feeding than before.

Morgan really felt an urge to devour it whole.

Fortunately, in the end, it was just a bloody cut.

The only broken part was the point where he had been pulling on it the whole time.