"He fell asleep?" In a certain inn in Camelot, Mélusine looked at Ian, who was now asleep on Artoria's lap. Having reverted to his human form, Ian was draped in the King's cape, sleeping on her thighs. "He was so active when he was in the sky earlier." "Because that is the form he uses all his strength to maintain—" Artoria said, stroking Ian's head. "That's no simple feat, Mélusine." "..."
The petite swordsman could not deny this. She had, after all, witnessed Ian's transformation. The way his entire body steamed with heat was indeed not something an ordinary person could do. However—Mélusine became a little curious. She sat down beside Artoria and asked softly, "Your Majesty, you seem to be very familiar with him." "You don't have to call me that in private, Mélusine," Artoria said with a small smile. "You and I are no different." "Is that so... Then, Artoria—how did you meet Ian?" "Eh, that..." At this, Artoria immediately blushed. It was a look completely different from the gallant King Arthur of everyday. Mélusine was already curious, and seeing Artoria like this, she naturally wanted to know the answer even more. She raised her Arondight as if swearing an oath. "I swear on this sword, I will absolutely not tell anyone! Artoria, Ian is the first friend I've made since coming to Camelot. I really want to know his past. No other reason! I just want to know!" Mélusine's attitude was resolute and serious. Artoria nodded.
"I understand. In that case, I will tell you. Mélusine, he is actually a little similar to you—" "Similar?" The petite swordsman looked at the motionless Ian. "Um, if you're talking about personality, please allow me to refuse such a comparison. I... still think his personality is a little strange." "Of course that's not what I mean," Artoria laughed. "I'm referring to the way you both came to Britain. You flew over from across the sea, right? He..." Artoria looked at the sky outside the inn window. "...fell from the sky." "Huh?" She had imagined many kinds of outrageous stories, but a reason as simple yet as unbelievable as falling from the sky was something Mélusine had not anticipated at all.
But Artoria seemed to have expected Mélusine's reaction. "Surprising, isn't it? I was also very surprised at the time. But the days I spent with him were truly interesting. I... still miss that time occasionally." "I see..." Mélusine nodded. "No wonder even though he seems—no, is—so strange, you still chose him as your Knight of the Round Table." "But speaking of which—" Mélusine sniffed the bloody scent in the air. Even though a large number of soldiers had been organized to clean up the dragon corpses torn to pieces by Ian, the overly large chunks of flesh and bone inevitably began to emit a certain smell under the hot sun. If even this inn far from the center was like this, one could only imagine what it was like near the impact sites. "Your Majesty, where do you think those dragons came from? When I arrived in Britain, besides Ian, I never saw any beings like them—" "That is indeed a question worth pondering," Artoria's expression became complex. "According to Sir Merlin, no more dragons should have been born in Britain. But now... it seems that's not the case at all. I feel that perhaps something unknown is happening in the land of Britain." "..." Sensing Artoria's worry, Mélusine didn't hesitate. She drew her other sword as well. "Well, if that's the case—do you need me to begin patrolling the entirety of Britain? As soon as I find such an enemy, I'll use Arondight to ruthlessly eliminate them!" "No." Artoria shook her head. "If you do that, you'll collapse from exhaustion sooner or later. Mélusine, I am not willing to see that happen. You are also a Knight of the Round Table that I value, are you not?" "Then we can't just do nothing, can we?" Her offer rejected, Mélusine pouted. "I don't like to just sit and wait for death." "I already have an idea, Mélusine," Artoria reassured her other knight. "I will go find my sister. She knows so much about Britain; she must have thought of something." "Eh, about that..." Mélusine began to stammer. She may have survived a battle, but she hadn't forgotten the voices she had heard coming from Morgan's room!
"What is it?" Artoria looked at Mélusine with confusion. "Is there something you feel is wrong? You can tell me." "N-No, nothing!" Mélusine quickly waved her hands. "Whatever Artoria thinks is definitely for the best! How would I dare to have an opinion!" "Is that so?" Mélusine's slightly panicked look made Artoria even more concerned. "Speaking of which, you and Ian met before the dragons came, didn't you? Is it convenient to tell me what you talked about?" "..." Mélusine was even more speechless now. If she let Artoria know about the experience where she had intended to teach Ian how to please her, but instead received what may or may not have been a confession... she would definitely be in the same boat as Morgan! "Not convenient! Really not convenient!" "..." Artoria was about to say something, but Ian, who had been sleeping silently, turned over at that moment. "So thirsty... so thirsty..." Artoria heard him at once. "Ahem." She gave a light cough. "Mélusine, could you please leave for a moment? I... have some things I'd like to say to Ian alone." "Okay!" Mélusine couldn't be happier. Without another word, she grabbed her two Arondights and fled. But as the door closed, she felt a sense of familiarity. Eh? Isn't this just like that time with Morgan? Should I listen...?
Inside the room, Artoria wasn't thinking about anything else. Her attention was completely focused on Ian. She undid the armor on her body. A scenery completely different from before popped out from her clothes, bouncing up and down twice. "It's alright," Artoria said, her face flushed red. "I... found something even more delicious for you."
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