Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

just like……

They all seemed to be misled.

"This one……"

"I can't answer that either."

"Since everyone thinks this way, there must be a reason why it exists!"

Artoria explained it this way.

But as soon as she said it, she felt that her words were pale and powerless.

Because it's more like a bluff than an explanation.

"is it?"

"The path that everyone chooses is the right path—"

Is it okay for me to understand it this way?

"It might work……"

Artoria felt her head was getting all messed up.

"Okay, let's not dwell on this!"

"There's no way there will be an answer, right?"

"clear."

Ian nodded.

"but--"

"Artoria, if you ever feel uncomfortable with that kind of road..."

"You can tell me."

"Let's go down the path you prefer."

"Eh?"

The girl's cheeks flushed slightly.

"The road I like?"

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

"You're making it sound like I'm at my wit's end..."

Although the girl seemed to be complaining, her tone was very gentle.

With a smile in her eyes, she continued softly.

"But thank you anyway."

"That sounds like a very valuable promise!"

"Can we exchange it for something else?"

"what?"

"this--"

Ian made no attempt to hide it as he extended his finger.

Its destination, of course, is Artoria's breasts.

The girl blushed immediately.

"I knew you'd say that!"

"Absolutely not!"

"It seems the value is insufficient."

"certainly not!"

6. Dreams and Hopes and the King

late at night.

"Speaking of -"

"You haven't told me what kind of person your mother is, have you?"

Peeking out from under the covers, Artoria looked at Ian on the other bed and asked him this question.

"I'm curious."

After all, Ian already looked so strange.

So, just how incredibly tolerant must his mother have been to allow him to become like this?

"my mother--"

Following Artoria's words, Ian carefully recalled Tiamat.

"Um……"

"She is very strong."

"I can tell." Artoria nodded thoughtfully.

"After all, you're quite capable too."

"It tastes great too."

"Indeed, the taste and all that..."

"Ok?"

Artoria was about to agree with Ian when she suddenly realized she had answered something terrible.

"smell?"

"You mean!"

"Your mother was actually the first one..."

"Ah."

"..."

Artoria shrank back a little.

Doesn't she hate it?

"it's OK."

"I still like it very much."

"..."

Unable to detect any signs of a lie, Artoria felt slightly relieved.

"So, you acted that way before because you were used to it?"

"Yes."

"This……"

Artoria rubbed the spot where Ian had bitten her.

I was bitten and the wound was open, but it's almost healed in just one day.

He seems to not only possess powerful self-healing abilities, but also to be able to transfer these abilities to any place he comes into contact with.

"So that's it."

"Then why did you suddenly fall from the sky that day?"

The question that had been weighing on the girl's mind was finally asked at this moment.

All signs indicate that Ian before us is definitely not a simple being.

"I'm on the run."

"escape?"

"Correct."

“My mother didn’t want me to see the outside world. She felt that… as long as I could stay by her side, that was enough.”

Ian still remembers the obsessive look on his mother Tiamat's face before he left.

If you try to leave while she's sober, you'll probably be stopped instantly, right?

"This……"

"So you don't like your mother?"

"Do not."

Ian shook his head.

"Of course I like her very much."

"but--"

"I don't like the kind of life where you spend your whole life at sea."

"So, I escaped."

"..."

Although there are still many things that are not clear, such as what the "sea" represents and how it has to do with him falling from the sky.

But Artoria sensed the determination in those words.

She pulled her blanket up, looked at the ceiling, and replied in this way.

"I understand."

"In that case, experience more of the life you're pursuing."

"I'll find a way to help you!"

"Eh--"

Fell asleep.

We were just chatting a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, I fell asleep.

Artoria suddenly felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

However, she quickly accepted this fact.

To be precise, they realized what the problem was.

Ian seemed ill-suited to the land and rivers of Britain.

So, it's normal to feel tired.

Artoria sighed helplessly and then closed her eyes.

only--

The next moment, what appeared before the girl was a scene of utter desolation.

The soil is cracked, and there is absolutely no chance that the seeds sown will grow.

The lake dried up, and the homeless fish lay there motionless, eventually turning into skeletons.

The emaciated Britons leaned against the collapsed building, their hands holding empty bags.

Endless despair was evident in everyone's eyes, and speaking seemed to have become a luxury for them.

Artoria had never witnessed such a scene before.

Her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

"Where is this?"

"The Britain of the future".