Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Morgan, however, had no intention of blaming him at all.

She, who had been treated like food and abused, ended up comforting the impatient dragon.

"Don't worry."

"Take your time, I'm right here—"

Finally, after being bitten several times, Ian was able to eat his fill.

"The taste is getting better and better."

"Your Highness, you're becoming more delicious."

"I already told you to call me 'older sister' in private—"

Morgan wrapped her arms around Ian's neck.

"Also, the starry sky is beautiful."

"I love so much."

"So even though I was a bit too harsh today, I forgive you."

As he said this, Morgan raised his head and kissed Ian's lips, which were still slightly tinged with sweetness.

To be honest, it's not easy to accept.

After all, everything he had just eaten was his own.

but--

It doesn't seem like I dislike it that much.

Moreover.

The more he did this, the more excited the little dragon became.

Gulu gulu——

Bubbles appeared on the lake water.

Feeling the familiar warmth, Morgan sighed.

"Really..."

"It's always wasted outside."

"When will I be able to eat something good again?"

"When Artoria becomes a queen worthy of Britain."

Ian lifted up the little dragon that had been stranded in Morgan's small bay.

"Your Highness, I assure you."

"It's her again—"

Although he already knew the answer, Morgan still felt quite resentful every time he heard it.

Are you forcing me to do things for her?

"That's not what I meant."

"I just think that was her wish."

Ian looked at Morgan.

"It would be such a shame if it didn't happen."

"..."

Morgan paused for a moment, then smiled.

"What if I said my wish was also to become the King of Britain, what would you do then?"

"..."

Ian didn't answer, but instead glanced at his crotch.

Morgan suddenly realized what was going on.

This guy simply replaced his own kind.

Artoria wants to be a king who pleases everyone, so she has to work hard on her own side;

Conversely, if he were to become the King of Britain, he would have to go to Artoria's side...

She tapped the dragon's head, which she knew was impossible to break through.

"No."

"If you dare give these things to Artoria, I dare to rebel."

Not even a single drop.

"I keep my word."

"is it?"

"Um--"

Morgan looked at the starry sky behind the boy.

"Tonight I suddenly seem to understand a lot of things."

"You, have you always given Artoria these kinds of revelations before?"

"Forget it, I don't want to hear your answer."

Morgan hugged Ian.

Once again, their bodies were sandwiched between something.

"I'll sleep like this tonight—"

"tomorrow."

"You take Excalibur Morgan and slaughter those knights of Camelot!"

"Dare to doubt what I've set my sights on? You're utterly ungrateful!"

48. If only it were a ring.

What happens when a dragon gets its own weapon?

The knights currently participating in the selection of the Knights of the Round Table can perfectly answer this question.

Can't beat it.

Can't beat it at all.

Ordinary weapons are no match for Excalibur Morgan.

Some even claimed to have seen a dazzling black light during the duel.

But in any case, Ian, who was already someone few dared to question, is now even more impeccable.

"That's the knight I've chosen."

After witnessing Ian secure his eighteenth victory, Artoria said with some pride.

"Merlin, now no one will dare to doubt him, right?"

"..."

"maybe."

Merlin didn't tell Artoria one thing.

That was the sword he had recognized as Excalibur Morgan in Ian's hand.

That weapon shouldn't have been the one the other side used, but now it was actually in his hands.

It seems everything is not as predicted at the beginning—

What exactly caused all of this?

Merlin couldn't help but feel a little curious.

However, he dared not ask any more questions.

That guy named Ian is clearly a dragon too; it wouldn't be worth it if he lost two more teeth.

Nighttime, around the King's Round Table.

Under the guise of congratulations, Artoria summoned Ian to her side.

“Impressive, Lord Ian.”

"So far, it seems like we haven't lost a single game."

"If this continues, I'll definitely become the chief knight very soon, right?"

"Ah."

Ian nodded.

"Your Majesty, you are right."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Even though the two of them are sitting here now, they can never go back to how they used to be.

Artoria felt she had a lot to say, but in the end, all that remained was a somewhat pale and powerless "Would you like me to reward you with something to eat?"

Then, as a matter of routine, she removed her skirt armor.

it's wired……

I used to be very happy when I did these kinds of things.

Now, all I can think about is what to do if he doesn't like doing it later?

The more you think about it, the less you can say.

The end result can only be to repeatedly succumb to that indescribable pleasure, and then collapse exhausted on the throne.

This is just a glimpse into Artoria's life during this period.

When Kai left the village where he used to live and came to Camelot, he met his sister.

His first words startled Artoria.

Why do you look so tired?

"It doesn't feel as good as when we were in the village."

"Have it?"

Artoria answered her brother in this way, but she already knew the answer in her heart.

However, she knew she couldn't say it.

"I guess there are a lot of things to do after becoming king."

Unlike Artoria, who felt extremely stressed, Morgan was much happier than before.

This was especially true after she discovered that the gluttonous dragon could accept and achieve almost any play method unconditionally, except for going inside.

On rainy days, she would stand with him on the balcony, one in front of the other, and then, with a rather wicked sense of humor, she would clamp something between her slender legs.

"bring it on."

The princess stretched out her fair hands as if she were dancing.

Her face was adorned with a seductive smile.

"Look how heavy the rain is—"

"Your bet was bigger—"

The pitter patter.