Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Bagst dared not ask any more questions.

She felt that if she continued to ask questions like this, she would become even less able to take action.

hold.

Bagst and Ian looked at each other.

She tried her best to recall how her mother, Morgan, had faced that night.

But Bagst soon realized that this wouldn't work.

because--

His mother's hug at that time was supported by him.

But I am not.

Or perhaps I should say that I'm not suited to do that kind of thing.

That's right.

This time, I have to rely on myself.

But then again.

Feeling the temperature, Bagst realized that he wasn't actually that unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

Don't mention anything else.

First of all, the size is actually no different from holding a sword yourself.

It felt almost identical to the hilt of the greatsword Excalibur Galatine.

So after holding it like that, I didn't feel much panic about "this is an incomparably precious thing".

of course.

Bagst still felt his breathing had become much faster.

She carefully controlled the strength of her grip on the sword, so as not to swing it as excessively as if she were wielding the Excalibur Galatine.

"I'm not welcome."

"..."

Ian did not respond, and Bagst did not care.

She continued doing what she was doing, carefully observing whether any pedestrians were passing through the alley.

only……

As time went on, Bagst discovered a very serious problem.

That is, what was originally just an attempt to prove oneself has become somewhat abnormal.

No.

It's beyond just saying it's not right.

It should be said that there was a certain degree of irrationality.

She no longer wanted to limit herself to just this level of sword-wielding.

"I'm going to conduct further testing!"

As Bagst spoke, his heterochromatic eyes were now overflowing with love.

The way it breathed out looked just like a big dog.

"Is that okay?"

Before Ian could even respond, Bagst had already made up his mind.

The sword, which had once been taken by her mother, was now truly in the hands of the female knight.

Bagst couldn't help but feel some resentment.

Such a perfect thing, yet the mother only wanted to possess it for herself.

So, the reason she didn't let herself have contact with Ian was because she was afraid of having everything taken away from her?

As Bagst pondered this, he was completely unaware that his hand had clenched into a fist.

When she came to her senses, she realized that the reality she had created was already quite terrifying.

"like……"

"It's not that there was absolutely no response..."

While he was still in such surprise, Bagst heard these words.

It was a voice that seemed to offer salvation, giving the female knight a sense of meaning in this moment.

"I did it?"

Ian nodded.

"It was indeed done."

"That--"

"I'll continue now!"

Bagst seemed to have found his purpose in life, and his eyes sparkled.

The hand that once held the sword of victory (Excalibur Galatine) now has a more concrete form of action.

If anyone were to enter at this moment, they would hear Bagst's extremely terrifying voice.

"done!"

"I did it!"

“I really did it!”

She felt as if this was revenge against her mother Morgan's selfishness, but she also experienced that wonderful feeling of happiness—the humility she felt for those she cared about.

for a long time.

Bagst felt Ian hug him again.

"you did it."

He whispered this in her ear.

Bagst's eyes widened slightly.

It wasn't that she was particularly moved by those words.

But...

Bagst realized the true meaning of those words.

To be precise, it's the result of understanding and doing.

She finally understood what her mother had received at the end of the night.

Very exaggerated.

There's simply no way to do it all at once.

Bagst felt something slip through his fingers and fall to the ground.

"I did it!"

She shouted again.

But she quickly realized that now was not the time for her to yell and scream.

"I succeeded!"

Bagst lowered his voice and reported his achievements to Ian with a happy expression.

"See, I can do it too!"

"so--"

"No matter what happens in the future, you must never treat me that way again!"

"Now I'm someone who can do this kind of thing too!"

However, before Bagst could hear a reply, he had barely finished speaking.

She and Ian then saw a golden light spreading across the night sky.

At the same time, a faint layer of pale blue, like thin ice, appeared.

"What, what's going on?"

Bagst was astonished as he looked at the sight that seemed to illuminate the night sky.

But at that moment, Ian suddenly asked a question.

"Bagster."

"Has Melyuchina been absent from Camelot recently?"

Now that you mention it, it does seem to be true.

Bagst withdrew her hand, breathing on it to warm it, and revealed a subtle smile.

"Little one, you haven't been around much lately."

"..."

Ian seemed to realize something.

"Baghster, well done."

"Let's continue when we have time."

Having said that, the chief knight of the round table leaped into the air.

The next moment, a fierce wind rose in the sky, even blowing away the night clouds.

"Roar——!"

A roar.

Ian flew away into the distance in the form of a dragon!

76. Tiamat: Give me back my son!

"how so……"

In the burning forest, Meliuchina clutched her arm.

The petite swordswoman who was usually dressed in gorgeous clothes was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, she was covered in injuries.

One of her two prized Aroundight swords was now broken beside her.

"It was just retrieving a gun, why did it turn out like this..."

Let's go back a few days.

Camelot, between the thrones.

"Then, I'll set off now, Artoria."

"Yes, I'm counting on you all."

Having received a commission from the King of Britain to retrieve the Spear of Dreams, Melyuchina embarked on a journey known only to herself.

Wings spread.

Under Artoria's watchful gaze, she leaped, landed, and then took flight again, disappearing into the distance.

What Melyuchina didn't know was that after she left, Artoria, who turned back to walk deeper into the castle, revealed a complicated look in her eyes.

“Meliuqina…”

"Do you think I know nothing?"

The beautiful swordsman spread her butterfly-like wings and soared freely in the sky.