Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

“Ian, I’m going to see Artoria.”

"it is good."

Morgan quickly caught up with Artoria.

"king."

Although they are actually sisters, Morgan still refers to Artoria as such in public.

After all, I had promised her that I would keep her gender a secret.

"Oh, it's you, Morgan."

"What's wrong?"

"sword……"

Morgan looked at the seemingly fragile golden sword (Caliburn) in Artoria's hand and said directly.

Is it broken?

"No, that's not true, it's just—"

"Don't lie to me."

Before Artoria could finish speaking, Morgan spoke first.

"Although I only have a superficial understanding of weaponry, I'm not blind to the point of being ignorant."

"If it's broken, it's broken. No matter how you try to cover it up, it won't change that fact."

"Ok."

Having said that, Artoria stopped explaining.

"Indeed it is."

"The Caliburn sword of certain victory does indeed look broken."

"Is there such a thing?"

Morgan shook his head with a cold smile.

"This sword was specially prepared for you, how could it break?"

"..."

Sensing that Morgan seemed to have a hidden meaning in his words, Artoria's tone became serious.

"Sister, what do you mean by this?"

"If you have any complaints about me, feel free to speak up."

"How could I possibly have any complaints about you, my sister?"

Morgan took the cracked sword from Artoria's hand.

"I just want to know, now that the sword used to choose the king has become like this, what are your plans next?"

"..."

"Nothing will change."

Artoria looked into the distance.

Her eyes reflected the joyful laughter of those people.

“I did not want to become king because of that sword, nor did I come here because I wanted that sword.”

"Without it, I am still Artoria."

"I am still King Arthur even without it."

"I already understand what I should do and for whom I should do it."

"so--"

Artoria looked at Morgan beside her.

"Do not worry about me."

"..."

“I have never worried about you.” Morgan returned the broken Caliburn sword to Artoria.

"I don't care what you think."

"but--"

Morgan turned to the side.

"If you want to take a break occasionally, it's not a big problem."

"Anyway, Camelot isn't the only one who can get things done."

"You're not the only one who worries about this land."

"If you can't do it, someone will come to replace you soon."

“Then there may never be anyone to replace me, sister.”

"I don't want to rest."

An unfinished selection challenge has come to an end.

The already complicated relationship between the British sisters became even more delicate.

And the other side.

Mei Liuqina was frantic with worry.

"It's all your fault!"

"What are we going to do now?!"

Melyuchina grabbed Ian's clothes.

"If you hadn't insisted on carrying me back, none of this would have happened, right?!"

"..."

"What's that look in your eyes?"

"Did I said wrong thing?"

I don't know if you're wrong.

Ian reached out and stroked Melyuchina's head.

“But if you’re worried that Artoria will punish you, I don’t think it’s necessary.”

"Artoria, she never cared about these things—"

"But I broke her sword."

"I feel a little guilty," said Mei Liuqina.

"She clearly told us to stop."

"But I still..."

"But she was willing to do this because she agrees with you, right?"

Ian recalled Artoria's movements and then imitated her, using his other hand, which wasn't touching Melyuchina's head, to mimic a sword-wielding gesture.

"Artoria genuinely believed you could withstand her attack, which is why she raised her sword without hesitation."

"She has already accepted you as a member of the Knights of the Round Table."

"..."

Melyuchina removed Ian's hand from her head.

She looked up and stared at him.

"I'm warning you, don't touch my head."

"Otherwise, I'll bite you to death!"

"..."

As Melyuchina said this, she still watched as Ian reached out his hand to her.

"what are you doing?"

"Here, you can have it."

"Meliuqina, your head feels really nice to touch."

"you!"

Meiliuqina felt like she had truly met her nemesis.

She couldn't bite Ian's hand, nor could she stop him from patting her head.

"Honestly, why did I have to run into you?!"

"Perhaps this is fate."

"Fate my ass!"

"Has the Knights of the Round Table gained another member?"

A familiar voice sounded.

The boisterous Melyuchina and the enjoying Ian both looked over at the same time.

All that could be seen was the still unkempt plum grove.

Almost instantly, Ian was overcome with uncontrollable anger.

He instinctively felt uncomfortable with this man; otherwise, he wouldn't have punched him the moment they met.

Merlin quickly spoke up:

"Don't worry yet!"

"I'll leave as soon as I'm done talking!"

"I definitely won't hold you back!"

"So what do you want to talk about?"

Mei Liuqina looked at the nonchalant man who had walked over at some point.

"I haven't been in Camelot for very long either."

"I can't answer any of these questions."

"Do not."

Merlin shook his head.

“You must know, Melyuchina.”

"Because what I want to ask is about you."

"How...how did you end up in Britain?"

53. Lancelot? Melyuchina!

Inside a tavern somewhere in Camelot.

Merlin waved his hand and ordered a table full of food to be served to Ian and Melyuchina.

"Eat whatever you like, don't be shy with me."

"You can't just eat this."

Meiliuqina looked at the things on the table.

Although she is petite, it doesn't mean she's small-minded.

"You ask me how I ended up in Britain?"

"Is there any question I absolutely have to answer?"