Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"Are you saying that all of this is fake?"

"Roar—"

The dragon could not give a decent response.

But the ever-growing gale spoke volumes.

"But……"

"It might not actually be fake—"

Artoria looked at everything in front of her that had completely lost its color.

"The reduction in grain production is indeed a real phenomenon."

"There are fewer and fewer fish that can be caught in the river."

Even the wine is starting to taste sour—

"Everyone is indeed living a bad life."

"If I... could really do something, then—"

Before Artoria could finish speaking, a fireball grazed past her cheek.

Although she was not injured, the scorching heat still left the girl with lingering fear.

"you……"

Looking at the culprit, Artoria realized the reason.

"You don't agree with this statement?"

"But there's clearly nothing wrong with this, isn't there?"

"I have come to be king, I have come to bring happiness to all, this..."

The girl scratched her face.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Another fireball.

This time, it landed closer to Artoria.

Before the girl could say anything more, the dragon raised its forelimbs.

"Hey!"

"Don't be angry!"

Pale and powerless words cannot stop them in any way.

The dragon still laid down its claws.

"Well--"

Artoria instinctively reached out to cover herself.

It swished away.

The girl in bed suddenly sat up, only to find that everything around her was still familiar.

"Huh, is it a dream?"

Artoria began to have doubts.

"But this is so realistic..."

The girl could still see the image of the dragon dropping its forelimbs.

But speaking of it...

Artoria squinted slightly, recalling her last feelings.

Just like the two fireballs before.

The final claw did not come down on itself.

But...

It landed right in front of me.

It's as if the entire dream has been shattered.

That's right.

It had absolutely no intention of harming itself.

But only—

I don't like making that kind of promise.

"Eh?"

Artoria suddenly realized something.

She looked at Ian on the other bed.

Why does it feel so much like him?

but--

The girl pulled a hand out from under the covers and earnestly compared the size of the dragon in her dream with that of Ian in front of her.

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

If that dragon is him—

That first meeting was more than just leaving a cut on my chest.

That's enough to easily devour yourself.

And if we follow that standard...

Artoria looked at her thumb and forefinger, which were shaped like the number eight.

That was the "scale" she created herself.

ten times.

wrong.

Thirty times.

To match that kind of body, you need to have this size.

Given this size, the previous impact should have been...

No, no!

What are you thinking!

Artoria shook her head, trying to dismiss those strange thoughts.

but--

The girl looked at Ian, who was lying motionless on the bed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

It's not impossible...

After all, it was him.

Ok……

I'll ask about it tomorrow.

Artoria made this decision.

"Now."

"Let's rest first..."

8. Artoria: You really are a dragon!

When a person has something they care about, they will instantly change their personality.

For example, now——

Once Artoria felt that her dreams were connected to Ian, she realized that the idea of ​​getting some rest was simply impossible.

How can anyone sleep for long!

Artoria tilted her head to the side, staring wide-eyed at him on the other bed.

It wasn't fully light yet.

Should we take this opportunity to see how he is?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Artoria found that her body had already begun to act.

When she came to her senses, she was already sitting on the edge of his bed.

Ian slept very peacefully, the kind of sleep where you would never imagine him biting you.

Artoria couldn't help but feel a little curious.

If--

If that dragon is him, why is he so angry?

I don't understand.

I don't understand at all.

Artoria felt she couldn't understand it no matter how hard she tried.

Forget it.

Better go back.

Sitting so close together feels weird...

Artoria gently got up, preparing to go back to bed and see if she could sleep a little longer.

After all, rest time is very precious.

But at this very moment—

She found she couldn't walk.

Because Ian had already grabbed his hand.

"Don't go-"

"Ok?"

Artoria initially thought the other person had woken up, but quickly realized it was just sleep talking.

The next moment, she heard the familiar words again.

"So thirsty..."

"I'm so thirsty..."

Before Artoria could realize the danger, she was pulled to her chest by a force so strong it was inhuman.

"..."

puff.

puff.

puff.

The girl could hear her heart pounding.

She tried to break free, but found she couldn't move at all.

"Ian, wake up..."

Artoria placed her hopes on her own words, only to soon find that it was to no avail.

The scene was almost exactly the same.