Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Rainwater flowed down the streets of Camelot.

Morgan felt that his life was no longer just about revenge against Artoria.

"Looks like the rain is still heavy."

"but--"

"I still have to reward you."

"I didn't embarrass myself."

Pain and joy are intertwined in Camelot.

Ian's name was gradually accepted by the public.

Because of Artoria's attention, no one dared to speak disrespectfully to him;

And because of Morgan's teachings, he also behaved extremely gentlemanly.

finally--

After Ian defeated the thirty-seventh knight with Excalibur Morgan, Artoria found the right opportunity.

Under the watchful eyes of countless Camelot citizens, she reached out her hand to him.

"Sir Ian, are you willing to swear allegiance to me?"

"I am willing."

Ian knelt down on one knee and placed a kiss on Artoria's hand.

"I'm willing anytime."

"..."

Artoria was somewhat stunned.

She found herself wishing that what the other person was holding wasn't a sword, but a ring.

Because... these are hands that only he can kiss.

but--

That kind of thing won't be allowed.

It was impossible, at least during his time as King of Britain.

but……

At least he's still by my side now.

Artoria tried to comfort herself in this way, but she didn't feel much relief.

Meanwhile, watching this public ceremony from the shadows, Morgan knew that it was Artoria who had deliberately arranged it.

However, she found that she did not resist this scene either.

To be precise:

It was not against Ian kneeling in a knightly salute.

If I ever had the chance to do that in front of Artoria, it would definitely be quite satisfying, right?

As she thought about it, she even began to imagine what that scene would look like.

Having become the chief knight of the Round Table, Ian had even more to do.

Patrol the city.

Instructing the knights on their training.

Occasionally, they would also step in to help resolve some disputes among the people.

Although people still find his evaluation strange, his overwhelming strength cleverly masks these problems.

Those who had received help began to defend him.

"Great people always have some quirks."

"At least, Lord Ian didn't do anything wrong, did he?"

However, Britain does not seem to have become more peaceful as a result.

Unrest has crept over this land without anyone noticing, and it will be something beyond imagination.

after all--

No one could have predicted that Tiamat's sorrow would transcend time and space to reach this place.

It's another day of heavy rain.

Ian, who was patrolling as usual, happened to arrive at the city gate.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Using polite phrases he had learned from Morgan, Ian reassured them.

"For the sake of the king, no hardship is too much!"

That's how the soldiers answered.

However, before Ian could say anything more, someone scrambled and stumbled from the heavy rain in the distance to the city gate.

Upon seeing Chief Knight Ian, he pointed to the distance where he had crawled, waving his fingers up and down as if he were terrified.

His voice was panicked, and it took Ian several times to understand what he meant.

"Help, help!"

"There's a dragon!"

"There is a white dragon in the forest!"

49. The Fairy Swordsman in the Forest

Human panic is absolutely not deceptive.

Even as a dragon, Ian fully understands this.

"where?"

"tell me."

"There--"

"That's it—"

The person who had escaped from the rain hurriedly pointed in a direction.

of course.

With the rain so heavy, such vague directions are naturally useless.

However, Ian was certain that the guy wasn't lying to him.

should say……

He dared not lie to himself.

"I see."

Ian raised his hand.

“Take him back.”

"Also, tell the King about this."

"And what about you, Lord Ian?"

"My words—"

Ian looked out into the rain.

"Let's go see what's going on."

Without saying another word, Ian walked alone into the rain.

Knowing that the other was a ruthless and taciturn person, the two soldiers at the city gate exchanged a glance.

"Let's do as you say..."

"Ah."

On the other side, a person came into the rain. Ian used the control methods he learned from Morgan's body to quickly become a half-human, half-dragon.

Dragons have a much stronger physique than ordinary people.

So with just one breath, Ian could feel a magical flow in the air.

That's right.

It is a genuine dragon.

The taste is somewhat similar to Artoria's, but there are also considerable differences.

Ian became somewhat wary.

His intuition told him.

Things are not simple.

Drawing Excalibur Morgan from his waist, Ian moved forward cautiously.

Rainwater streamed down his skin until the ground became muddy.

He saw the forest that the man had mentioned.

However, the magic that was just a little bit there has now become incredibly thick.

Is it around here?

Ian walked into the forest.

Almost at the same moment, the instant he stepped onto this land, the already bitterly cold rain became even more frosty.

"Enemy inferior life form detected. Engagement initiated."

A hissing sound.

In the heavy rain, a figure that was difficult to discern appeared.

It traversed the forest at an extremely high speed, arriving in front of Ian almost instantly.

Along with it came a resolute killing intent.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be terrified on the ground by now.

But for Ian, it was a completely different feeling.

Camelot's knights are too weak.

While fighting them, Ian felt he didn't need any weapons at all.

only--

Since humans generally agree that weapons are necessary in duels.

He himself would not hesitate to draw the sword of Excalibur Morgan.

Winning, and winning big, are the same to me.

but now--

Facing the figure attacking him, Ian felt a strange excitement.

He exhaled hot breath.

Its tail behind it also started to wag.

If Excalibur Morgan hadn't possessed sufficient strength, it would probably have been shattered from the inside out by the enhanced power.

The desire to fight is rising.

Holding the weapon, Ian's eyes glowed red at that moment.

With a clang.