Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"This time, there are more important things to do."

A few minutes later.

Morgan stood in front of the mirror.

Behind her was Ian, who was holding her.

"Now, just like before."

As soon as Morgan finished speaking, he saw a pair of hands reach inside his clothes from both sides.

Then came actions that were hard to describe as either practiced or instinctive.

Morgan's cheeks quickly turned red.

However, that's not the focus today.

Suppressing the tingling, comfortable sensation, Morgan looked at himself in the mirror and continued speaking.

"Do you feel any impulse—"

"Have."

"That's your magic flowing."

Morgan held down Ian's hands temporarily and spoke like a teacher.

“Ian, this is why you suddenly turned back into a dragon.”

"Control it, become its master!"

Although he knew this was to train knights in Artoria, Morgan still taught Ian with utmost seriousness.

"Only in this way can you truly make good use of that power."

"..."

Ian was breathing out warm air.

Morgan, who was pressed against him, quickly felt the change in his body temperature.

"That's hard to do, isn't it?"

“But, Ian—”

You must do it.

"Be your own master and take control of it."

As Morgan said this, he quickly stopped holding Ian's hand and started doing other things.

In the mirror, something bright and shiny was revealed in pairs.

"Don't stop."

"Then--"

"Keep trying."

This was Morgan's sacrifice.

He said he wanted to become a knight.

Then let's use ourselves as the object of practice.

Tiamat is so powerful, if Ian really is her son, he definitely wouldn't be weak either.

It's just... a lack of control!

Hearing the increasingly heavy breathing beside him, Morgan bit his lip.

She is not frigid.

With someone who suits your taste doing this to you, it's impossible not to react at all.

but……

Can't make any sound.

Otherwise, it would just turn into the same kind of indulgence as before.

Really.

After this is all over, this guy absolutely has to pay for it properly.

Morgan closed his eyes, letting Ian use his instincts, which he had been training to control.

Her legs were tightly pressed together, and they trembled from time to time.

This may be the first time in her life that she has willingly become like this for someone.

"I want a bite—"

"No."

"Practice properly."

"Once you've mastered it, you can have whatever you want to eat."

Morgan answered groggily, letting out a soft sigh.

She was completely unaware of how comfortable she was until she fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took.

Morgan woke up.

She realized she didn't know when she was in bed.

"No!" she immediately realized.

"Ian!"

"Where are you?!"

"what happened?"

The boy turned around at the window.

"What are you doing!"

“Why not continue!” Morgan said, lying in bed.

"Because you fell asleep."

"..."

Morgan blushed, looking somewhat embarrassed.

She knew this was actually a two-way test.

But I never expected that I would collapse like this.

"Now that I'm awake, we can continue."

"It shouldn't be necessary."

Ian turned to look at the rain outside the window.

"I feel……"

"I think I understand what's going on."

The boy turned to look at the sky and clenched his fist.

A blood-red color flickered in his pupils.

A miracle happened.

The sky, which had been filled with lightning and thunder, gradually began to clear.

Soon after, Camelot was blessed with sunny skies.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone into Morgan's room.

"Is that right?"

Ian turned around and asked his "teacher".

Morgan's lips curled up slightly as he sensed the magical power emanating from the boy.

"almost."

"But it can be even more powerful."

"Shall we try again?"

"This time, let's try an even more exciting environment."

As Morgan said this, he prepared to sacrifice even more of himself.

"..."

But Ian glanced back at the clear sky outside and shook his head.

"Do not."

"I want to do something else now."

"what's up?"

"The weather has cleared up."

The boy said this, pointing to the sky outside.

"Morgan, let's go for a walk."

"Hmm... just like they say 'dating'—"

"Eh?"

42. So it has always been this way, is that right?

After the rain, the sky clears up.

Rainwater, not yet fully dried, flowed down the eaves and onto the streets of Camelot.

The air becomes fresh, and just one breath is enough to make you feel refreshed.

only……

Morgan is more concerned about something else now than Camelot after the rain.

Her gaze shifted slightly downwards, landing on her hands, which were intertwined with Ian's.

just now.

Is this really considered a date?

"Sister Morgan."

“Everyone says we should call her Princess when we’re out in public!” Morgan gave Ian a resentful look.

"what happened?"

"It seems like everyone is watching us."

"Wha, what?"

Morgan was so focused on his and Ian's clasped hands that he was completely unaware of his surroundings.

Britain after the rain returned to its usual appearance.

There were naturally quite a few people on the street.

They whispered among themselves, their words sounding somewhat sarcastic and acrimonious.

"Isn't that the princess? Why is she holding hands with another man?"

"Nonsense—that's the man who drew the sword with King Arthur."

"Oh?! So it was him?"

"That's not true."

"I've heard that this princess isn't very popular with King Uther."