Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"king!"

"It's the king!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

The king of Camelot stood atop a dragon, which was naturally an exciting event.

Artoria then spoke up at just the right moment.

"Everyone."

"As you can see—"

"Having experienced the last dragon calamity, as the king of Camelot, I have mastered the means to control it."

"Therefore, there is no need to continue to worry about the consequences of the expansion."

"We are confident enough to face all of this!"

Silence followed by a deafening roar of cheers.

Everyone was excited and delighted by Artoria's words.

Only Melyuchina's expression seemed quite complicated.

She always felt that Artoria's actions were somewhat radical, but she had nothing to say about it.

"I hope nothing bad happens..."

With that thought in mind, Melyuchina quietly left the scene of the cheering crowd.

And on the castle not far away.

Morgan, who witnessed everything from the balcony of his room, grabbed his arm.

She never imagined that her younger sister would dare to bring him along so openly.

"Artoria!"

Morgan shouted this, then looked at Bagst standing beside him.

"Baghster, get Ian for me tonight!"

"I have something to say to him!"

"..."

"What kind of expression is that?! Bagst, don't you want to listen to me?"

"Mother, from now on, you should handle these things yourself."

After a moment's hesitation, Bagst replied as follows.

She looked at her hands and turned away.

"That way, no matter what I do, I won't know."

"Baghster, what kind of attitude is this!"

"My attitude depends on my mother's attitude—I have something to do with Wang, so I'm leaving now."

"Stop right there! You stop right there!"

Morgan was even angrier when he saw his daughter leave on her own, completely ignoring him.

"never mind!"

"It's the same without you!"

"I can find him myself!"

81. Morgan, very warm

late at night.

Deep within Camelot Castle.

Morgan's usual clothes were now scattered on the ground.

She herself collapsed onto the bed.

Beside Morgan's loose hair stood two thick arms, their solid muscles enough to amaze anyone who saw them.

Stroking the almost perfect streamlined shape, Morgan's lips curled into a small smile.

"Your physique seems to be getting more and more muscular."

"Did she secretly go to work out with someone?"

"That's how it is—"

Morgan's fingers rubbed against the skin his fingertips touched.

The tone of the conversation shifted at that moment.

"I'll get really angry."

"That's not true—"

Ian responded in this way, and then tried to lower his head to eat.

Every time they met like this, Morgan would prepare something she wouldn't normally put on, to make it look like real food.

This time, it is no exception.

Ian could feel that the food presented to him was more tempting than usual.

"Do not."

"there must be."

Morgan held Ian back with his hand, preventing him from wasting the food as usual.

"Didn't we all accompany Artoria to appear in front of everyone today?"

"Still, it looks like a dragon—"

"Because she needs me to become like that."

Ian, however, made no attempt to hide his reasons.

"I am Artoria's knight, so it's only natural for me to do this, isn't it?"

"..."

Morgan's eyes dimmed.

"So, my opinion isn't really important, right?"

"As long as Artoria is doing well, it doesn't matter what I become."

"Right—"

"You're all like that!"

"Am I...?"

Morgan hadn't finished speaking when he felt his mouth being gagged.

And the one who blocked her way was none other than Ian, standing right in front of her.

The British princess instinctively resisted, but found it was futile—she was no match for the dragon in terms of strength.

I was forcibly kissed.

She confirmed this fact.

but……

This feeling isn't so bad.

After a breathtaking kiss, Morgan was finally released.

"What are you doing?"

The princess of Britain looked at him.

"Are you trying to comfort me in such a despicable way?"

"Do not."

Ian shook his head.

“I just wanted to do it.”

"Because, when you look so wronged, you don't look appetizing at all."

So, I want you to taste better.

"..."

A slight blush rose to Morgan's cheeks.

Only with him could she hear some of the truth.

"So, this isn't even comforting, but just pity for me?"

"Do not."

“Morgan, you don’t need my pity.”

Ian stared directly at her.

Although his whole body was slightly warm, he did not show his usual beastly side.

"I've met a lot of people during this time."

"And among them, I think you are the most capable."

"The most powerful one?"

"Ah."

Ian nodded.

"You, you can do everything, right?"

"Why don't you come and help Artoria?"

"..."

"She made you say that on purpose, didn't she!" Morgan, who had been somewhat warm-hearted, immediately became angry upon hearing the name Artoria.

"Do you know what! She took everything that should have been mine! Including you!"

"But you still stayed with her, didn't you?"

Ian lowered his head, his hands already kneading the food Morgan had given him.

"If she really went that far, shouldn't she... kick you out of here?"

"After all, if, as you say, she really took everything from you, then shouldn't she also take away your identity?"

"This……"

This was the first time Morgan had realized the angle Ian was referring to.

She instinctively retorted.

"So you mean I should thank her, right?"

however--

Ian did not directly answer Morgan's question.

He shook his head.

"I do not know."

"I can't perceive what humans really want to express because I'm not a real human being."

"Just like whether Artoria actually thinks that way, I don't really have a way of confirming it."

"But..."

Ian squeezed the food in his hands until its surface turned slightly white, making it smell even more delicious.