Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"They even called Ian over directly."

"Who, who knows..." Mei Liuqina answered somewhat guiltily, "Anyway, we'll know once we go and see, won't we?"

“That’s right—”

Bagst picked up Melyuchina directly.

That was a movement almost identical to Ian's.

Let's hurry up!

"Hey, put me down!"

"I can't hear you—"

"You big guy!"

Despite their antics, Bagst and Melyuchina eventually arrived at the castle.

I don't know whether to call it luck or coincidence.

At that moment, Artoria also came out from inside with Ian.

Meiliuqina became even more nervous.

But she soon realized that something seemed off about the atmosphere.

Artoria seems to be about to announce something!

And that is indeed the case—

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Artoria walked to the front.

She untied the hair that was tied up.

That moment.

Her golden hair fluttered in the wind.

It was a breathtaking scene.

but--

That's not what anyone's attention is on.

Because the next moment, Artoria spoke in a clear and serious tone;

"Everyone."

"As you can see—"

“I, as the queen, am a woman.”

⑧9. The Lion King's Birth, Camelot, the Dragon Kingdom!

The British sky fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

Artoria's speech was tantamount to throwing a bombshell at everyone present.

"Wha, what?"

"Is the queen a woman?"

Bagst stood there, stunned.

"When did this happen?!"

"..."

Melyuchina, who had already been put back on the ground, remained silent in the face of Bagst's belated realization.

She knew this day would come.

only--

I didn't expect it to be so fast.

Given this situation in Bagst, the people of Camelot naturally had their share of complaints.

They whispered among themselves, discussing Artoria's frankness.

"How could it be a woman?"

"How can a woman be the queen of Camelot!"

"How long have we been fooled?!"

"..."

Faced with those doubts, Ian reacted immediately.

His hand rested on Excalibur Morgan at his waist, as if he might draw it at any moment.

"Don't make a move yet, Ian."

"Artoria said softly."

"It's normal for people to have this kind of reaction."

Having already blossomed into a stunning figure, she quickly continued speaking;

"So, everyone—"

"Since you all have opinions, you might as well say them now."

"I will answer them one by one."

"..."

"..."

The crowd, who had been discussing the matter, looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.

There are definitely problems.

but--

No one dared to take the lead.

"When did you start lying to us?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Morgan, who had somehow blended into the crowd, walked to the front.

She stared directly at Artoria above the castle and questioned her in a serious tone.

"Shouldn't you explain it clearly?"

Morgan's question was the same question the people were asking.

All eyes were immediately drawn to Artoria.

The air seemed to heat up a bit because of that gaze.

However, Artoria was not afraid of this.

She simply and silently drew the broken golden sword of certain victory (Caliburn).

"From the moment I drew my sword."

"The deception had already begun."

"..."

The crowd was in an uproar.

No one expected Artoria to answer the question so directly.

Morgan was no exception.

"Judging from your tone, it seems you don't see this as a problem at all?"

"Do not."

Artoria shook her head.

"Of course I think this is a problem."

"Deception is never a good thing."

"But--"

"This does not mean that it was wrong for Camelot for me to become king."

Artoria threw the Caliburn sword of certain victory with all her might.

It fell from the castle, spun several times in the air, and then fell to the ground in Camelot, breaking into several pieces.

“In fact, I did a better job than my father.”

"Can anyone deny this?"

"..."

"..."

The people looked at each other.

No one denied what Artoria had said.

After all, what she said was indeed correct.

The land is becoming fertile;

The river is constantly increasing in flow;

All the poverty of the past gradually disappeared without a trace after Artoria came to power.

If Camelot during the reign of King Uther was a Camelot ravaged by war, then...

So--

Camelot, now in Artoria's hands, is a land that can make anyone feel happy.

"But it was all a deception, Artoria."

Morgan persisted.

"If your rise to power was just a scam, wouldn't there be someone more capable of ruling more perfectly than you?"

Morgan's words once again drew the public's attention to Artoria.

But this time—

The doubts lessened considerably, replaced by curiosity about how Artoria would respond.

How can one prove that no one is better or more suitable to rule Camelot than oneself?

This seems like a false proposition that cannot be proven at all.

However, Artoria's answer was surprisingly simple.

"There won't be any."

“I assure you that no one in Britain will do a better job than me.”

"What kind of conscience do you have when you say something like that?" Morgan frowned. "You're just a conman. Do you really think you can take on the lives of everyone in Camelot?"

"Don't say things you can't do."

"But what if I say I can do it?"

Artoria placed her hand on Ian's shoulder.

Under Morgan's gaze, she blossomed into a mature beauty and kissed him directly on the cheek.

"Please, Ian."

"..."

It was just a simple sentence, but Ian completely understood what Artoria meant.

She wanted to become a dragon for her.

Nothing could be more convincing than this.