Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Veins were bulging on his arms.

"what should I do?"

"tell me."

"..."

Even though each sentence was brief, Morgan could still feel the care that Ian showed.

If he didn't have feelings for Artoria, he would never have acted like this.

of course.

Morgan didn't rule out the possibility that he might have misjudged the situation.

but--

It's never wrong to give it a try.

"Very simple."

"I'll teach you."

With that, Morgan temporarily halted his investigation of the ground beneath his feet.

She took his hand and whispered:

"First step—"

"You must take the initiative to hold her hand."

"That way, it will show that you are sincere."

"Come on, try it now."

"..."

Following Morgan's suggestion, Ian took her hand, which she had just let go of not long ago.

"very good."

"That's it."

Morgan praised the other person's learning, and then continued.

"Next, look the other person straight in the eye."

"Remember, it must be that kind of passionate, direct eye contact—"

"You need to make it so that the other person has no way to avoid your gaze."

"learn."

In response to Morgan, Ian gazed at her with the most sincere eyes.

It was a look that defied description, a look of intense passion. Morgan found herself blushing slightly.

"Is this correct?"

"Ahem, yes."

Morgan coughed twice, feigning an attack.

"That's the kind of burning gaze I need. It'll leave Artoria with nowhere to hide, forcing her to confront your words."

"And then—"

"So what should I do next?"

Say 'I like you'.

Morgan taught Ian this way.

"You have to say it in that super serious tone."

"I like you, Morgan."

With a clang.

Morgan felt as if something had suddenly tapped him on the head.

In her original plan, she should have heard Ian say "I love you, Artoria" in front of her.

But now the object of reference has suddenly become oneself.

Even though it was an unintentional remark, Morgan felt his heart tremble involuntarily when facing the rather handsome young man in front of him.

"Is that right?"

Ian pressed for details about the results.

"Can I just say that when the time comes?"

"No, it's OK."

Morgan's expression was somewhat complicated as he recovered from that false affection.

However, she never forgot her purpose.

"In that case, we should be able to take down Artoria properly."

"Just remember to call her by her name, not me, okay?"

However, Ian did not respond to Morgan's concerns.

He just suddenly asked another question.

"Morgan, do you know so much about these things because people often talk to you about them?"

"..."

"of course!"

"I'm very popular in Britain!"

This is clearly not the case.

Morgan is indeed very beautiful.

but--

No one had said anything like that to her.

The reason is simple:

Those outside the palace had no chance to meet this princess;

Those within the group, understanding Morgan's position, would never have said such a thing.

She is very arrogant.

But no one ever cared about this arrogance.

in this way--

Morgan realized this might be the first time he had ever heard a confession.

"It's experience."

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"Then I'll go find Artoria now."

"Don't!"

Morgan stopped the action-oriented Ian.

"If you want to give it a try, let's talk about it later."

“If you go now, she probably won’t have much time to listen to what you have to say.”

After all, the investigation into the village is still ongoing.

"clear."

Ian nodded, then seemed to remember something and continued speaking.

"If I don't quite understand, can I contact you again?"

"..."

Morgan was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"You've put a lot of effort into this."

"However, no problem—"

"If you want to give me a try, you can do it anytime."

"it is good."

"Then I'll go back to Artoria's place now."

"Well, let's go."

Watching Ian walk away, Morgan looked at his own hand that had been held by the other.

She felt a little sour inside.

Why should this knight belong to Artoria?

When we told him to confess his feelings, he actually started practicing right away.

Why don't I have a knight like that?

Um……?

Why do I think so?

The day's investigation quickly came to an end.

Morgan never found another opportunity to spend time with Ian.

This is not surprising.

His connection with himself ultimately stemmed from Artoria.

Curled up on the haystack, Morgan slowly closed his eyes, filled with unspeakable sorrow.

only--

The moment she entered her dream, she witnessed an extraordinary scene.

Boom——

Boom——

Thunder roared across the pitch-black sky.

Before the princess of Britain lay the ever-surging ocean.

A giant dragon roared in the distance, then spread its enormous wings.

puff-

puff-

Waves rose on the sea.

Morgan instinctively used his arm to block the surging things, but then he felt a familiar magic.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a scene beyond her imagination.

The figure that had been inside the crystal had now materialized.

She was a woman with a stunning figure, but her eyes seemed a little strange.

Thirst?

Desire?

Words like these are no longer sufficient to describe her.

"Morgan—"

"I've been waiting for you!"

Tiamat's mother grasped the princess's shoulders.