Deep in the night.
Camelot had fallen into a deep sleep.
The only place still stirring was Artoria's room.
Of course...
It wasn't just Artoria now.
In the moon-drenched room, a sturdy male silhouette was cloaked in the colors of the night.
And on his left and right were the King of Britain, Artoria, and the Court Magus, Morgan.
The gazes of the two well-developed women intertwined, and in the silent night, the sound of their rivalry echoed.
"Sister, isn't it about time you admitted defeat?"
Artoria looked at Morgan on the other side, her soft voice carrying the tone of one coaxing a surrender.
"In matters like this, how could you possibly compare to me?"
"Don't get cocky, Artoria."
Morgan's panting echoed in the silent room.
"This is only the beginning."
In the darkness, Morgan's hand gripped something.
"You don't think I'd give up just like that, do you?"
"Of course I don't think you'd give up."
Almost simultaneously, Artoria's hand also gripped something.
"So—"
"I will make you submit completely."
"You'd better be able to."
Artoria and Morgan stared at each other, their gazes so intense it seemed sparks could fly at any moment.
It was...
...their unextinguished fighting spirit, which had not faded even now.
However—
If it were only Artoria and Morgan, the two of them probably would have started fighting right then and there.
But now, Ian was here too.
Without a word, he simply picked up both Morgan and Artoria, one on his left and one on his right.
Thump.
They were tossed onto the bed at the same time.
"Ian, what are you..." Morgan watched him, already tearing at his clothes, and felt her heart race.
"Too noisy."
"I don't want to see you two fight."
"So—"
The man climbed onto the bed and stood there.
Even with only a little moonlight on him, it was enough to reveal a physique that would mesmerize any woman who saw it.
"...let's do something else instead."
"..."
"..."
Artoria and Morgan glanced at each other. The latter quickly spoke:
"Is he always like this?"
"No... usually, he only gets like this when I ask for it."
"Today, it seems he's much more excited than usual because you're here."
"So, we argue later?" Morgan's throat bobbed slightly, and she asked cautiously.
"I think that's a good idea," Artoria nodded.
A cloud drifted in front of the moon.
The room was plunged into darkness, losing its final glimmer of light.
Only some unidentifiable sounds were left to echo in the space and time occupied by the three of them.
....
An unknown amount of time passed.
On the large bed in the King's room.
Morgan and Artoria, on his left and right, clung to Ian, who was sleeping between them.
This was probably the most harmonious the two of them had ever been.
"Do you two..."
Morgan, her hair undone, linked her arm with his and sighed softly.
"...spend every night like this?"
"It's... truly blissful."
"It's not as extravagant as you think, Sister."
Artoria peeked out from the other side.
Her beautiful golden hair, like Morgan's, was spread out like a flower.
"The political affairs of Camelot aren't as simple as they seem."
"A lot of the time—"
"...we don't get the chance."
"..."
Morgan was about to call Artoria a liar, but she stopped.
She suddenly realized it was precisely because Artoria had to deal with countless matters that she herself had the chance, led by Baobhan Sith, to secretly be with Ian.
"So, is it tiring?"
There was no longer any aggression in Morgan's voice; in its place was the genuine concern of an older sister.
"Do you want my help?"
"Yes."
Artoria nodded almost without hesitation.
"I want more time with Ian, too."
"Sister, I've already missed out on so much time. Now... I don't want it to be like that anymore."
"..."
In the past, Morgan thought, hearing these words from Artoria would have probably sent her into a rage.
But now...
She found she couldn't get angry.
The source of her own painful fate wasn't her.
She had just never wanted to admit that fact.
"Sister, does it bother you much?" Artoria's hand reached across Ian's warm body and took Morgan's.
"If it does, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"What kind of person do you take me for?"
Morgan shook off Artoria's hand, then placed it back on Ian's chest.
"It bothers me, but that doesn't mean I won't help."
"Artoria, raise my status in Camelot."
"It's time I returned to you the things I learned from our bastard father."
"Sister..."
Tears welled up in Artoria's eyes.
"Does this mean you forgive me?"
"I'm in no position to forgive or not forgive. You never wronged me. I just... couldn't find anyone else to hate."
"You were right—"
Morgan sat up, linking her arm with Ian's and resting her head on his shoulder.
In that moment, she had completely lost her prickly, hedgehog-like demeanor, leaving only pure tenderness.
"I shouldn't live for those things anymore."
"Artoria, the one who should be sorry is me."
"Don't say that."
Artoria also sat up and, like Morgan, linked her arm with his.
"I can feel your pain, Sister."
"So, the one who was truly right was Ian— we shouldn't live in that kind of pain anymore."
"..."
"..."
Morgan and Artoria looked at the man between them.
He was like a key, unlocking their long-silent pain and entanglement.
However—
Just as the British sisters were about to say something tender, he pulled them both in front of him.
"You both smell so good—"
"I want to eat."
"..."
"..."
Artoria and Morgan glanced at each other.
"Sister, Ian performed so well. Shouldn't he get a reward?"
"Well, if he needs a reward—"
"But Artoria, how are you already... dripping?"
"I can't help it." Artoria blushed slightly. "Ian just likes it this way, and I seem to have gotten a little sensitive."
"You're truly a lewd king, little sister."
"Aren't you about the same, Sister—"
"Eh, well... never mind. It's all for him anyway, so it doesn't matter."
"Mhm, that's right."
That night, the black dragon who came to Britain from beyond the stars tasted the perfectly blended delicacy of Britain.
The blades and spears once pointed at each other finally had a moment to face outward together.