Night, by the lakeside.
The fairies who had presented the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) were long gone.
Embraced by Ian, Morgan's emotions gradually calmed down.
"I'm alright now."
"No."
"You're not."
Ian showed no intention of letting Morgan go.
"You're clearly still hurting."
"Be good, don't move."
"You..."
Although she felt like she was being treated like a child, Morgan found that she unexpectedly liked it.
She pressed herself against his firm chest, for once becoming the passive recipient.
"Sorry, did I seem very strange just now?"
"Like a madwoman?"
"Mm."
"Can't you just tell a little lie? Honestly!"
Morgan stared at Ian, who had admitted it without a moment's hesitation, and became a little dissatisfied.
"But I feel I shouldn't lie to you."
Ian caressed her provisions.
But this was different from the ferocity he usually displayed when feeding.
He was very gentle now.
Neither forceful nor clinging, he simply massaged in a way that would be most pleasing to Morgan.
It was less like he was playing with his food, and more like he was trying to tell her, through this method, that he cared for her very much.
Of course.
For Morgan, this was not just simple tenderness.
That tingling, numbing sensation that made her blood flow a little faster caused her to let out a soft moan.
"What are you doing..."
Morgan turned her face away.
She would never admit that she was actually quite enjoying this.
"If you want to eat, do it yourself. Do you need me to tear it open for you?"
"You glutton."
Morgan had just said this when she felt her feet suddenly leave the ground.
No.
She was flying.
Ian had transformed into his dragon form in an instant, carrying Morgan along onto his back.
"ROAR—"
The great dragon let out a roar, then soared into the sky.
Is he angry?
Does he need someone to tear open their clothes for him just so he can nibble on their chest?
Isn't that a bit much?!
Morgan thought this, but soon realized that was not the case at all.
Because Ian was not flying fast.
He simply carried Morgan, wandering through the starry skies of Britain.
Occasionally, he would circle around, but he never descended back to the ground.
Gradually, Morgan began to realize she understood what he meant.
"You..."
"Do you think this starry sky is beautiful, and you want me to see it?"
Not long after Morgan voiced her question, the great dragon's wings beat twice.
Clearly, this was his answer to her.
"..."
Morgan lay down on the dragon's back.
"The starry sky, huh?"
The princess of Britain looked up at the night sky.
Countless stars were inlaid on the pitch-black canvas of the sky, like jewels.
They were reflected in Morgan's pupils.
She was suddenly jolted awake.
How long had it been since she had looked at the starry sky like this?
A year?
Three years?
Or...
Had she never looked at the night sky of Britain again after realizing she was destined not to be the heir to the throne?
Unconsciously, tears streamed from the corners of Morgan's eyes.
"You fool..."
"Did you do this on purpose to see me like this?"
After flying for an unknown amount of time.
Morgan finally landed with Ian.
But before she had time to express the feelings in her heart, she was pushed directly onto the ground by Ian.
As before, the princess felt a powerful tug.
"Thirsty, so thirsty..."
A low sound came from Ian's throat.
And then, he buried his head like a ravenous wolf.
This was a much fiercer feeding than before.
Morgan truly felt the impulse from him to devour the whole thing.
But thankfully, in the end, it was only a bloody wound.
The only part that was broken was a certain point that he had been pulling on.
But Morgan had no intention of blaming him at all.
Ravaged like food, she instead comforted this impatient dragon.
"Don't rush."
"Take your time, I'm right here—"
Finally, after being bitten several more times, Ian had eaten his fill.
"The taste is getting better and better."
"Your Highness, you're becoming more delicious."
"I already told you to just call me Big Sister in private—"
Morgan wrapped her arms around Ian's neck.
"Also, the starry sky was beautiful."
"I liked it very much."
"So even though you were a bit too fierce today, I forgive you."
Saying this, Morgan lifted her head and proactively kissed Ian's lips, which still carried a certain taste.
To be honest, it was not exactly easy to accept.
After all, the thing he had just been chewing on was all hers.
But—
It didn't seem so repulsive either.
Besides.
The more she did this, the more excited a certain little dragon became.
Gurgle, gurgle—
Bubbles rose in the lake.
Feeling the familiar heat, Morgan sighed.
"Honestly..."
"Wasted outside every time."
"When will I ever get to have a proper meal?"
"When Artoria becomes a king worthy of Britain."
Ian lifted the little dragon that had run aground in the bay of Morgan's lower abdomen.
"Your Highness, I promise you."
"Her again—"
Although she had long known the answer, Morgan still felt a great deal of resentment every time she heard it.
"Are you forcing me to help her?"
"That is not my intention."
"I just feel that it is her wish."
Ian looked at Morgan.
"It would be a pity if it wasn't realized."
"..."
Morgan was silent for a moment, then smiled.
"Then what would you do if I said my wish was also to become the King of Britain?"
"..."
Ian did not answer, but instead glanced down at himself.
And Morgan suddenly understood.
This guy had just done a simple substitution.
Artoria wanted to become a king that satisfied everyone, so he would put his energy into things with her;
Conversely, if she wanted to become the King of Britain, he would have to go to Artoria's side...
She knocked on that dragon head of his, which she could never possibly break through.
"Not allowed."
"If you dare give any of this to Artoria, I'll dare to rebel."
"Not a single drop."
"I mean what I say."
"Is that so?"
"Mm-hmm—"
Morgan looked at the starry sky behind the boy.
"I feel like I've suddenly understood a lot of things tonight."
"You, have you always given Artoria inspiration like this?"
"Never mind, I don't want to hear your answer to that."
Morgan hugged Ian.
Their two bodies once again clamped down on something.
"Tonight, we'll sleep just like this—"
"Tomorrow."
"You will take the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan) and go and tear through all those knights in Camelot!"
"How dare they doubt what I have my eyes on? They truly don't know what's good for them!"