Just when did this change begin?
It seemed that ever since Caliburn developed a crack, this change had begun in her, unstoppably.
To be honest—
It was a somewhat frightening feeling.
This was especially true for Artoria, who had not experienced growth for a long time.
But, there was also a feeling of joy.
This was especially true now, after she had removed her usual armor and disguise.
A self that had grown;
And him, who had killed those dragons for Camelot.
Nothing was unsuitable.
Nothing was wrong.
And so—
Facing him, Artoria revealed her cleavage.
Although she had not yet fully developed to the extent of her sister, Morgan.
But—
It was already very impressive.
At least in terms of size, it was much better than before.
Pulling away all the coverings above, Artoria said to him:
"Come—"
"This is what you like most, isn't it?"
"This is... a reward for your valiant battle, you know."
Artoria had thought that not letting him do this for so long might make him a little resistant.
But that was not the case at all.
Almost the moment she said those words, she was pushed down by him.
That's right—
She was pushed down.
He hadn't turned back into a dragon; he had pushed her down in his human form.
Breasts were a rather strange thing.
Generally speaking, the larger an organization or something else is, the slower the transmission of information will be.
This was an insurmountable wall established by physical factors.
But at this moment, Artoria completely rejected this notion.
She had indeed grown fruit.
But...
The sensation of the dragon feeding was not weakened because of it.
On the contrary, she felt that she had become more sensitive.
The slightest brush of his sharp teeth was enough to instantly turn her into a frightened little animal.
However—
She was happy.
Artoria could feel that his body temperature was warmer than before.
This meant...
He was eating happily and was very absorbed in it.
"Slow down—"
"I'm not going anywhere."
"If you want to bite, you don't have to hold back, you know."
As Artoria said this, she felt a more delicate friction.
If the release of Caliburn's restrictions had brought about physical changes in her,
Then...
What he had released was an even deeper restraint.
It's about to flow out...
By the time Artoria realized this, it was already too late.
Or rather, there had never been a chance to realize such a thing from the beginning.
The prominence in size was simply too eye-catching, so much so that Artoria had no time to appreciate the other changes in her body.
"Ian, wait—"
It was too late.
Artoria's eyes widened, as if she had lost all her senses.
She had never expected it to turn out like this.
Hadn't she...
Really become his food?
Artoria was still shamefully pondering her identity when Ian got up.
He didn't pounce on Artoria and just eat until he was satisfied, like before.
"Wh-what's wrong?"
Artoria turned her face slightly.
"Why did you suddenly stop?"
"This should be... very much to your liking, right?"
"Or is it that..."
"It doesn't taste good?"
After saying this, Artoria's face was completely red.
After all, if anyone were to spread these words, her identity as King Arthur would be ruined.
Food to be ravaged at will under a dragon's body...
It was shameful no matter how she thought about it.
But faced with Artoria's words, Ian still did not answer directly.
He simply pinched the reserve provisions on Artoria's body, and then squeezed hard.
"Mmph—"
Suddenly being treated so roughly, Artoria was caught off guard and let out a gasp.
Squirt.
Something arrived at Ian's lips.
Cool, white, and with a faint fragrance.
"..."
"Um..."
Artoria had completely lost her usual kingly demeanor.
All that remained was the shame of having done something embarrassing in front of the person she liked.
"It's sweet." Ian stuck out his tongue and tasted it.
"Eh?"
Artoria was stunned for a moment.
After confirming that she had definitely not misheard Ian's words, she asked cautiously.
"Did you do that on purpose?"
"Maybe, maybe not..."
"Seeing Artoria like this now, I just wanted to do it."
"What kind of answer is that!"
Artoria spoke with dissatisfaction, but her hands did not resist Ian's actions.
In this brief exchange, she had found an identity other than that of a king, a space that allowed her to breathe a little.
"Be gentle, it still hurts if you squeeze too hard."
Let him indulge a little.
This way, I also feel much more relaxed.
But what Artoria didn't expect was that after she said this, Ian didn't do anything more outrageous, but instead stared straight at her.
"What is it now?"
Artoria turned her face away.
"Didn't you already say it's sweet?"
"Artoria, you must be a girl, right—"
"Isn't that obvious, I..."
"Hm?"
Artoria turned her head back.
She looked at him in disbelief.
"Ian, why are you suddenly asking that..."
"I don't know."
"But I just feel that Artoria is a girl," Ian replied.
"That must be it, right?"
"Ian, does it matter whether I'm a girl or not?"
"It matters."
Ian looked directly at Artoria.
"Because everyone thinks Artoria is a boy, right?"
"But you're clearly a girl. Isn't that very unfair to you?"
The image of his time with Morgan replayed in Ian's mind.
She understood many things beyond swordsmanship and kingship.
For example, spending a whole morning on makeup, an afternoon reading, an evening admiring the moon.
This was a life Artoria had never had.
"If you were a girl, you wouldn't be so tired, right?"
"Is it because everyone won't let you?"
"Then I will..."
"You will...?"
"Then I will kill everyone who doesn't allow you to be a girl."
Ian's eyes turned red, a look he only got when he was angry.
"Artoria, do whatever you want to do!"
"Ian..."
"Do you really want me to be a girl?"
Artoria asked cautiously.
"Mm."
"Then, I am one now."
"But, it's not time for everyone to know yet, so can you bear with it for a little longer?"
"If you can't bear it..."
Artoria grasped the two hands on her chest.
"You can come and take it out on me."
"..."
The room soon echoed with the soft moans that Artoria tried her best to suppress, but could not.
The King's chest became the best reward for the Dragon Knight.
But—
For Mélusine, it was not so wonderful.
She had once again listened to the entire process.
Wait, what?!
Artoria isn't lagging behind Morgan at all!
What is this!
What in the world is this!
This dragon is two-timing them, isn't he!