Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Could it be that he already...

Bagst found that he truly had no reverence for the concept of "father".

"But why don't I want to eat you?"

"Eh?"

Ian's single sentence calmed Bagst's overloaded CPU down.

"Don't you want to eat me?"

"Ah."

Ian nodded.

"You taste a lot like me."

"It didn't make me feel any resistance."

"but--"

"I just have no appetite."

"..."

Bagst glanced down at him instinctively.

She seemed to understand what Ian meant by "lack of appetite".

There is no change at all.

It was nothing like the fearsome demeanor she displayed when facing her mother, Morgan.

"Not at all?"

"Ah."

Ian hugged Bagst.

He gently stroked her head and continued speaking in a tone that even he found confusing.

"But I have a strong urge to protect you."

"I'd kill anyone who dares to bully you."

"..."

This was a stroking gesture that even his own mother, Morgan, had never made, and Bagst blushed instantly.

"I don't need your protection."

"Don't forget, I'm already very capable!"

"So it's okay if you don't treat me like a daughter—"

What is a daughter?

"Ok?"

Bagst looked up.

She felt that things were developing in a direction that was very favorable to her.

"It's a girl who's very close to you, someone you're related to by blood!"

"That's me!"

"you are not."

Ian was stroking Bagst's hair.

“Your relationship is indeed very close to mine, but blood ties… I don’t remember anything about that.”

"Eh?"

Bagst's expression changed instantly.

He didn't even know?

She suddenly realized that her mother, Morgan, was hiding an even bigger secret.

but--

It doesn't seem like a bad thing.

He doesn't consider himself his daughter, and his own mother has never mentioned it.

Then maybe...

Did I only witness my mother's affair, not the birth itself?

Bagst was furious.

The muscular female knight was trembling all over.

She felt that luring Ian out tonight was the absolutely right choice.

"Then I must have made a mistake!"

"It's not my daughter!"

"It's definitely not my daughter!"

"but--"

Bagst looked around.

The weather hasn't been very good these past few days, so there are basically no people on the streets.

Even if they do, they simply don't pay attention to themselves or the strangers passing by.

Otherwise, given their respective statuses, someone should have greeted them and been surprised.

"We can verify this further."

"follow me!"

In a dark alley.

This is a place in Camelot where no one ever comes; it is dark and silent.

Bagst turned left and right, bringing Ian here.

"Alright, this is fine!"

"Just verify it again!"

Bagst was panting heavily.

It's clear that she's on the verge of a mental breakdown and could take extreme measures at any moment.

"How are you going to verify this?"

"use this!"

Bagst braced himself against the wall behind Ian with one hand until he pressed out a large handprint.

Her other hand slid down until it touched something that appeared quite large even in the darkness.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

It was indeed different from the one that made her mother gasp for breath that night.

but--

so excited.

This was something I never expected when we first met.

Bagst exhaled a breath of hot air like a lovesick woman, and then continued to explain.

"If, no matter what, it doesn't react to me at all..."

"That means I am your daughter."

"but--"

Bagst's hands kneaded something that was still soft at that moment.

Ian remained expressionless, while she looked excited.

"If it were the other way around, it wouldn't be so resistant."

"You, the chief knight of the Round Table!"

Bagst leaned forward a great distance, almost touching Ian's face.

Her eyes had begun to take on a slight heart shape.

She said something that even she found somewhat absurd, yet it was the thing she most needed to prove at this moment.

"Never again shall you treat me as your daughter!"

"Never!"

75. Bagst grasped the future.

"There shouldn't be any problem!"

Bagst was quite confident in his suggestions.

If it's because of her "identity" as a daughter that she can't change...

So--

Conversely, if there are any changes, it would mean that I am no longer a daughter.

The more Bagstaff thought about it, the more convinced he became, and he became even more direct.

"Just tell me if it's okay or not!"

"If it works, let's get started!"

"..."

Faced with Bagst's direct attack, Ian looked at her hand, which was already embedded in the wall.

Is it important to you to do this?

"important!"

“Of course it’s important!”

Bagst said without hesitation.

"That's precisely why I'm asking this question!"

"Then give it a try."

"If you want to do that—"

It wasn't as difficult as I had imagined.

It was surprisingly easy.

Bagst was having some trouble adjusting at first.

After all, this was something his mother had strictly forbidden, and even tonight he had managed to bring Ian here while keeping her out of sight.

Aren't you going to hesitate?

Bagst then turned the question on Ian.

"This is for that!"

"I will!"

"Yes, I know—"

Bagst felt the warmth of his palm.

That was his hand pressing down on his own lower hand.

“Baghster, if you think this is something you have to do, I won’t stop you.”

"you……"