Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"If I see him, I'll tell you right away!"

Anyway, I won't see him/her—

That's fine.

"Oh, good."

Morgan smiled.

"Then, I'll have to trouble you, Lord Lancelot."

"Just call me Melyuchina! No need for such formality!"

"Do not."

Morgan shook his finger.

"This is a title that belongs to you, and I won't ignore it."

"Oh, by the way, if you see Wang later, please give him my regards—"

After saying this, Morgan walked into the royal court without waiting for Melyuchina's reply.

"It feels like every word she says has a hidden meaning..."

The petite swordsman couldn't help but complain.

However, what she didn't know was—

Morgan's expression changed immediately after she entered the royal court, where she was all alone.

It was an angry yet restrained expression.

"As expected."

"This guy is lying to me too."

"Ah."

"Artoria, since you've arranged things this way, don't blame me."

Turn east.

Turn west.

Morgan touched the wall.

A secret passage appeared before her.

tap--

tap--

The princess's footsteps echoed on the quiet stone steps.

Finally, she arrived at a large gate.

She pushed it away.

What appeared before Morgan was a container soaking something.

It shimmered with blue light, transforming the originally quiet space into something else entirely.

Around it are extremely complex and numerous magic spells.

If you listen carefully—

You'll hear a heartbeat.

Morgan smiled as he looked at it.

But there was a chilling feeling hidden in that smile.

She did do something, though.

It wasn't out of sheer boredom that I went to watch Camelot's soldiers clean up the dragon skeletons.

She wants to establish her own power among the Knights of the Round Table, and the best way is...

Naturally, it is comparable to a knight like Ian.

"The numbers of the saints, may they bless you."

"I also bestow upon you the appearance of the British fairies."

"as well as--"

Morgan took out a small bottle.

Inside was a mysterious liquid that shimmered with white light, appearing extremely precious and rare.

She looked at it, and noticed some water stains sliding down between her legs.

"The blood of the dragon."

"It's a personal gift to me."

"Cherish it, it's not something you can get easily."

arrival.

The contents of the bottle dripped into the container.

The crimson light gradually replaced the original blue light.

Morgan's eyes gradually turned somewhat crazed.

"By the way, what should I call you—"

"What about Bagst? That image that symbolizes death must be very similar to his."

"Or will he have another nickname, Gawain, like that liar Melyuchina?"

"Never mind, whatever you want."

"Grow up quickly, and then join the Knights of the Round Table."

"For me..."

"Take him back and Britain!"

65. Melyuchina, you're so cute!

"Stand up and keep fighting me—"

"Do not be afraid of me."

"You are a knight of Britain, what kind of cowardly look is that!"

In the square, Ian was addressing the newly arrived knights.

This is already a month after the dragon disaster.

Aside from the dragon remains that still cannot be disposed of by conventional manpower and remain in their original locations, everything seems to have returned to its original state.

Apart from--

Meiliuqina.

After a month of diligent investigation, she has confirmed one thing.

That is to say, the relationship between Ian, Morgan, and Artoria is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Ian had an affair with Morgan.

However, at the same time, he maintained a physical relationship with Artoria that could absolutely not be called normal.

In these interactions, Artoria seems to be relatively friendly towards her sister—at least outwardly respectful.

Conversely, Morgan's attitude towards Artoria is somewhat subtle.

However, amidst this intricate love triangle, the royal court appears perfectly normal on the surface.

Meiliuqina no longer knew what she should do.

But she knew that if things continued like this, she would definitely suffer a serious injury.

"Alright, let's take a break for now."

"We'll continue later."

"..."

Meiliuqina had a bad feeling.

Because she could hear Ian's footsteps approaching her.

"Melyuzina."

"Um, that—"

"I understand, you don't want to see me, right?"

Ian nodded.

"I'm leaving now."

"..."

"no!"

Melyuchina reached out and grabbed Ian, but quickly withdrew her hand.

"Who said I didn't want to see you!"

"Just say what it is!"

"Why isn't there a second knight like you?"

"them……"

Ian glanced back at the British knights who were panting heavily after only a few exchanges with him, looking incredibly stressed.

"Too weak."

"They don't even deserve to be called Knights of the Round Table, do they?"

"..."

The growth of a dragon is astonishing.

For example, in just one month, Melyuchina could feel that Ian had become visibly stronger and more muscular.

Naturally, this leads to an increase in power.

A knight who can withstand one of his blows in a confrontation is already an outstanding individual among ordinary people.

More often than not, they are weaklings who don't even have the power to make him take real action.

certainly--

"Weak" and "strong" are measured by his standards.

"Your standards are too high, you idiot."

Mei Liuqina supported her waist with both hands.

"If we judge people by the standards of dragons, then surely no one could meet your standards, right?"

"But if you don't have this level of skill, then you're not qualified to protect Camelot at all, are you?"

Ian said with a serious expression.

"I don't want what happened that day to happen again."

"No one deserves to die in the disaster."

"Eh?"

Melyuchina hadn't expected Ian to care so much about this.

"So, is that why you're in such a hurry to choose a knight?"

"It seems I misunderstood you."

“Let me think of a way—” Meiliuqina said, and then began to think seriously.