"Ahem—" At night, on the city walls of Camelot. Mélusine had wandered around for quite a while before finding a place where she could be alone with Ian without fear of being seen. "Um, you know why I brought you here, right?" "I know," Ian nodded. "You said—you were going to teach me how to be more popular with Artoria, right?" "As long as you know." The petite Mélusine placed her hands on her hips, striking the pose of an instructor. "While I admit I can't beat you in a sword fight, but—in other matters, I'm ten thousand times better than you." "For instance?" "For instance, the status of a Knight of the Round Table! See, didn't I become one just a few days after arriving? Ahem." Mélusine cleared her throat. "Of course, this might have a tiny little bit to do with you. But! This also reflects from the side that I'm actually very popular, right!" "Probably." "What do you mean, 'probably'?!" Mélusine stood on her tiptoes and poked Ian's head. "Anyway, I'm just more popular than you! As long as you do as I say, I guarantee you can win Artoria's affection." "Okay, so what should I do?" "..." Sensing that Ian had become serious, Mélusine didn't keep him in suspense any longer.
"It's actually very simple—Artoria, that is, our King Arthur, is not a difficult person to get close to. As long as..." Mélusine held up a finger, as if to add persuasiveness to her words. "...you can properly express how much you care, she will definitely understand. I, Mélusine, will now teach you how to do this." You can't communicate with Ian in a normal way. This guy dared to humiliate me the first time we met. If I just talk theory with him, he most likely won't understand. To put it bluntly, we need a practical exercise— "..." "Okay, I understand. Then what should I do?" Seeing Ian was on the same page, Mélusine was secretly delighted and quickly took action. "First, of course, you have to let the other person feel your sincerity." "Sincerity?" "Yes." Mélusine nodded. "If you want someone to be happy for you, you first have to be sincere yourself." "..." "What's with that look?" Professional mentor Mélusine stopped mid-sentence. She found the way he was looking at her was a bit off. Was that... confusion?
"It's nothing," Ian said. "I just wanted to ask, were the words you just said serious?" "Of course they were serious!" Mélusine grew anxious. "Ian, don't think I'm joking! I'm telling you! I'm speaking to you with the utmost seriousness! If anyone else asked me, I wouldn't even answer!" "Well then—is it like this?" As he spoke, Ian very naturally took Mélusine's hand. It was an opening move not unlike a knight's salute. "..." Mélusine blushed. She found that from this angle, he looked... a little heart-stirring...
"M-More or less!" Mélusine shook her head. "But this is just the beginning! The key steps are still to come!" "Is that so?" The moment Mélusine finished speaking, Ian knelt on one knee and looked up. Holding her hand, he met her gaze directly. "Like this, right?" "..."
She hadn't felt it during their battle, but after this deep, soulful gaze from Ian... Mélusine's other hand flew to her chest. So fast. It's beating so fast. My power reactor is beating so fast. It feels... like it's about to activate. "Right?" Ian asked again. His gaze had not moved from Mélusine by even a millimeter. "Mélusine, is this right?" "..." Stared at by Ian until she felt tingly and numb, it took Mélusine a good while to recover. "I-I guess you have a talent for this! But—it's still missing something!"
"Missing something?" "Yes!" Mélusine quickly nodded, temporarily breaking their eye contact. She was afraid if she looked away a moment later, she would start thinking strange things. "Because this isn't the key step yet! The truly important thing is still to come. And that is—" "I love you, Mélusine." "That's right, just like that! Very well do—"
"..." "Huh?" DONG— Mélusine felt as if someone had just rung a giant bell inside her head. In an instant, all her ability to think vanished. No, not just her ability to think, but also her self-control. POP. The pair of wings she usually kept hidden spread out behind Mélusine, making her look as beautiful as a butterfly. Her brain was rapidly dissipating heat. Waves of hot air steamed off her body. This was something that she, who was skilled with ice, would normally never experience. But it was precisely because of this that Mélusine's crashed brain finally recovered a little. "What did you just say? Say it again—?" "I love you, Mélusine." Ian repeated it without hesitation, as if such a thing was no obstacle for him at all. "I remember it being like this." "..." If before it could have been a misunderstanding, then this time, Ian's words were a genuine shock that woke her up. That's right. The things she wanted to teach him couldn't compare to the extent of what was already in his head.
"Why are you so skilled at this..." Mélusine gripped the two Arondights at her waist. "This isn't real, right? How can you say these things to me? You can't, Ian. I'm supposed to be your and Artoria's guardian—that's how it's supposed to be!" "..." Looking at Mélusine's blushing face, Ian was a little confused. "Is this not right?" "Of course it's not right! You should be saying this to Artoria—" Mélusine stopped mid-sentence. Because in the midst of her panicked confession, she saw something incredible fly past under the moonlit night. And at almost the same time, Ian had a similar reaction.
"Hey, Ian, you saw that, right?" "I saw it—" "It's a dragon! / It's a dragon." The two of them looked into the distance and spoke in unison.
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