There was no mistaking it.
With her exceptional physique, Barghest's eyesight was naturally sharp as well.
She wasn't mistaken.
The knight who could overpower her in a direct confrontation;
The knight who had completely captured her heart;
Was now right there, beside her mother.
That strong, powerful hand was gripping the curve of Morgan's hip from behind.
It was something one would absolutely never do unless they were incredibly intimate.
And what's more—
Her mother clearly didn't seem to mind at all.
What she saw was a side of her mother completely different from the one she had always known.
"Honestly."
"Being in such a hurry won't do."
Morgan said this, but instead of pushing away Ian's hand behind her, she proactively pressed it firmly in place.
"At the very least, we should find a place where it's just the two of us, right?"
Seductive;
Alluring;
Even a little shameless.
Barghest felt cracks beginning to form in her memory of her perfect mother.
And so—
As Morgan and Ian disappeared around the corner, Barghest followed without a second thought.
However, when she eagerly caught up, she found a tightly shut door waiting for her.
That's right.
Just as her mother had said to Ian.
The place she was looking for was "a space where only he and she were present."
Naturally, it wouldn't be a place that was easy to enter!
But this wasn't Morgan's own room; it seemed to be a randomly chosen spot.
Even so...
She still wanted to know.
Maybe he's just touching her a little!
Her mother thought so highly of him, always telling her how incredible he was, the Chief Knight of the Round Table of Camelot.
And she herself had certainly verified that fact.
So then—
It should...
It shouldn't be as bad as she was imagining, right?
Telling herself things that even her own toes wouldn't believe, Barghest was frantic.
She needed to know right now what her mother, Morgan, and that Chief Knight were doing!
Barghest felt her whole body grow hot.
According to what her mother had told her before, this was a phenomenon unique to dragons when they became excited, a way to temporarily boost their physical strength by burning magical energy.
She called it "Mana Burst."
Of course, it wasn't only dragons who could do this, but the effect was particularly pronounced in them.
After all, a dragon's physique was already top-tier; to enhance it even further was something else entirely.
She had to find out what was happening inside.
With that thought, Barghest extended a finger and pressed it against the wall.
Soon, she had pushed it right through.
With a slight twist, a small hole appeared in the once solid wall.
Though she was panting with heat, Barghest knew this was absolutely not the time to reveal herself.
After all...
Her mother had told her not to follow.
Right now, she was committing a great act of disobedience, breaking her promise.
But even so—
She still wanted to know.
Just what was the relationship between the man she liked and her own mother?
Carefully adjusting the hole, Barghest bit her lip.
She closed one eye, peering into the room through the small opening.
The view from the little hole wasn't very wide.
But Barghest immediately saw the gown her mother had been wearing earlier, tossed on the floor.
Morgan was very particular about her appearance, almost to an obsessive degree.
But now, it was...
Barghest already had an idea of what was happening.
And that feeling quickly became reality.
The knight of monstrous strength looked past the discarded dress and soon saw her mother.
Only now, she had lost her usual gentle and refined demeanor.
In its place was the look of a wicked woman.
Her fingers were hooked under his chin, the pads of her fingers rubbing back and forth.
"Today, it's rose-flavored."
"Do you want it?"
"If you want it—"
Through Barghest's eyes, Morgan revealed a seductive smile.
"Then beg me~"
"Beg me out loud~"
"..."
A low growl rumbled from Ian's throat.
Barghest was startled.
She realized it was a growl almost identical to her own.
But before she could be surprised for long, something even more astonishing happened.
Not only did Ian not beg Morgan, but he instead grabbed both of her hands in a direct and rough manner, and then, very savagely...
Began to feast?
Biting.
Tugging.
Licking.
Witnessing all this, Barghest's throat constricted.
Her hand moved over her own powerful pectoral muscles, as if to simultaneously confirm just how frightening Ian's actions were.
Soon, Barghest confirmed one thing:
He was treating her mother, Morgan, like a piece of living food to be toyed with!
No.
It was probably even worse than that.
Not only was he toying with her, but he was also genuinely venting the force of his teeth on her.
But...
Why did her mother look so happy?
Barghest felt her pupils tremble.
She could even hear Morgan saying things like:
"Do you get this excited the moment you see me?"
"Honestly..."
"Is my attraction so irresistible to you?"
"You greedy boy."
No.
This wasn't right.
Her mother seemed to be enjoying it even more than Ian; she was even more proactive than he was.
But what drove Barghest to despair didn't stop there.
Because Morgan's wanton words echoed once again.
"Happy now?"
"Next—"
"It's my turn."
"..."
As she said this, Barghest saw Ian release her mother's hands.
Then, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Little by little, the Princess of Britain's feet left the ground.
She swayed gently, finally locking her legs around his waist from behind.
What is she doing, getting on top of him!
Barghest felt her head buzzing.
"Is this what you want to do today?"
Lifted in his arms, Morgan wrapped her hands around his neck.
She spoke complainingly, but her hands didn't leave his neck.
"You're so mean."
"Like this, if you don't willingly stop, I won't be able to get down."
"Is that a problem?"
Ian spoke for the first time.
"I do what I want—that's what you told me, right?"
"..."
A barely perceptible curve formed on Morgan's lips.
"No problem."
"It's just—"
She leaned in and kissed him, then blew gently in his ear.
"Are we starting right now?"
"Ngh—"
The moment she finished speaking, Morgan's whole body shivered.
"Just like that—"
Outside the door.
Watching her mother arch her head back, panting and trembling before Ian, her eyes rolling back.
Barghest suddenly understood the relationship between Ian and herself.
Their habits were so similar;
Their physiques were so similar;
And they both had the blood of dragons.
And for him to be able to run off to a place like this with her mother in broad daylight...
This...
This is surely the kind of treatment only her own father would receive, right?!