Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

In the silent night, blood-red eyes were the only light.

Before him, a dark shadow gradually gathered.

A fierce battle is inevitable.

A commotion arose outside.

Artoria knew that he was protecting her.

The girl, unable to do much, clutched her chest.

just now……

My heart is beating so fast...

I don't know how much later.

The first rays of morning sunlight shone into the carriage.

Artoria rubbed her eyes and woke up.

Almost instantly, the girl recalled the sudden attack from yesterday.

"Hey, how did I fall asleep!"

“Obviously——”

"Because you're sleepy."

The boy appeared not far away, interrupting the girl's words.

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Artoria's face flushed red.

She turned her face to the side:

"Where are your clothes?!"

"Put it on quickly!"

"broken."

"It's broken...?"

Artoria peeked out of the carriage and saw a scene that shocked her.

With his carriage as the origin, almost all the surrounding trees were bent over by the weight of the weight.

If trees are like this, then clothes are naturally even more so.

"Ian, did you do all this?" Artoria felt her pupils tremble.

"Not at all."

"Those things that don't taste good also have some merit."

"That--"

Artoria was about to speak when her eyes fell on the wounds on his body.

Without hesitation, she spoke directly:

"come over."

"Ok?"

"Come here quickly, I told you to!"

"it is good."

Inside the carriage, Ian, covered in wounds, and Artoria sat facing each other.

"Idiot, why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"No need."

"How could it not be necessary?"

Artoria was tugging at the buttons of her clothes.

If last night was a passive experience, then now she is taking the initiative.

"You said you would protect me..."

"Then, I also have an obligation to ensure your basic needs are met, right?"

"today--"

Artoria stared directly at the boy in front of her, her cheeks burning.

"You can go a little too far."

"If you drink something, you'll recover faster, right?"

"Hmm... it's decided then, and it'll make up for what happened last night."

Artoria clearly underestimated Ian's thoughts about her.

She had barely finished speaking when she was tackled to the ground.

It was a feeling like being turned into food and chewed up by others.

But only in this way can one be worthy of the determination to protect oneself.

The carriage began to sway.

And at the same time——

Camelot, the British capital.

A girl who looked somewhat similar to Artoria was standing on the balcony of her room.

However, her expression looked quite terrifying.

The girl's name was Morgan, and she was the eldest daughter of King Uther.

According to the established line of succession, she should have been the next king of Britain.

but……

Everything is ruined.

Altria.

The girl who was nominally his sister had already been secretly chosen as his successor by that damned father.

The king-selection ceremony is merely a process.

That sword was destined to be drawn by only her.

what is this? !

What on earth is this? !

Clearly, I haven't lost to that country girl in any way, have I?

Jealousy and pain twisted her heart.

Britain is mine, all of this is mine.

Artoria must be eliminated!

but……

But why did that happen?

Recalling the half-human, half-dragon being he encountered while "manipulating" the shadowy figure without anyone knowing, he thought of it.

Morgan clenched his fist.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

What kind of monster is that...

Why were you able to so easily erase the shadows you created?

Morgan, unable to understand, began to question the meaning of life.

"Altria,"

"What exactly did you invite?"

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It's midnight again today.

12. Don't make a dragon angry (2/3)

"We've finally arrived!"

Looking at the city walls that appeared before her, Artoria's eyes shone with excitement.

"This is Camelot!"

"The capital of Britain!"

"..."

Artoria looked at Ian beside her.

Why aren't you reacting at all?

"Shouldn't you be excited at a time like this?"

"It tastes terrible."

"I don't really like it here."

The simple evaluation made Artoria realize Ian's attitude.

Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed understandable.

The desire to pull out that sword and become king was merely his own wish, and he didn't care about that.

As Artoria thought this, she felt her hand being held tightly.

That was Ian holding hands.

"Let's go."

"Eh?"

Artoria hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

Didn't you say you didn't like it here?

"But you like it."

"This is enough."

"..."

Artoria's gaze began to wander.

She covered her breasts, which Ian had ravaged several times, and suddenly felt that it was a pretty good deal.

"oh, I understand now."

In a slightly ambiguous atmosphere, the two arrived at the gates of Camelot.

"stop--"

Soldiers wielding silver spears stopped the two.

"What?"

“That!” Artoria quickly explained.

"We're going into the city to try and draw our swords!"

"..."

"..."

The two soldiers looked at each other and then laughed.

"Hahahaha!"