"..."
Mélusine's eyes widened in an instant.
If her hand hadn't been faster than her mind, clapping over her mouth, she felt she might have cried out loud.
Having had so many secret trysts with Ian, Mélusine had completely forgotten that the most obvious answer regarding the illegitimate daughter was right there.
And that was Morgan.
That's right.
She, after all, had seen her and Ian engaged in their intimate affairs at night.
If—
If anyone could have given Ian an illegitimate daughter, it would have to be Morgan!
Damn it, why did I only think of it now!
And speaking of which...
Mélusine quietly peeked through the crack in the door again.
She saw Morgan was still sitting on his lap, her eyes already brimming with seduction, as if she had been holding back for a very long time.
Didn't she just mention Barghest?
Could it be...
It couldn't be!
What Mélusine did not know was this.
The crack in the door she was peeking through was no accident at all, but had been intentionally left ajar by Morgan.
No.
It should be said, none of this was an accident.
Being seen entering the library where Ian was was not an accident;
Letting her overhear the words about an illegitimate daughter was not an accident;
Even—
Even being seen in her current shameless state was not an accident.
She wanted Mélusine to see all of this, so that the rumor spreading through Camelot could be thoroughly cemented.
And she herself would not have to bear the blame for deliberately spreading it.
Watch—
Take a good, long look—
Just stand there and watch us in our shameful affair—
Morgan thought to herself, then wrapped her hands around his neck.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Has it been so long since you've seen me that you've already forgotten my name?"
"Of course not."
"I just think—"
Ian looked at the books around them.
The light shining in through the window was so sacred and bright, the dust motes in the air had nowhere to hide, each one transformed into a glittering speck.
"The library doesn't seem very suitable."
"How would you know it's not suitable if you've never tried?"
Morgan's hand slid up from Ian's neck until it was caressing his cheek.
"What if—"
"You like it very much?"
"Just like how, before you came in, you didn't know you would be so excited, did you?"
"..."
Mélusine felt her breathing quicken.
If before she had only caught a glimpse of the tangled relationship between Ian and Morgan, now she had directly walked in on their immoral act.
And speaking of which...
Mélusine's face flushed slightly.
Those lewd words, aren't they just too good at seducing him?
Back to Morgan.
She knew that everything she was doing right now was being witnessed by Mélusine.
And Morgan herself felt a great sense of pleasure.
It was supposed to be the time for Artoria's wedding preparations, yet here she was, sitting on his lap with abandon.
She could even...
Morgan's hand slid down along Ian's chest.
The dragon's body was firm, a fact that didn't change even when he wasn't in his colossal form.
And the further down her hand went, the more Morgan could feel that obvious charm that only he could leave upon her.
"Not saying anything means you agree."
"Then—"
"I won't be polite."
Mélusine's face turned an even deeper shade of red.
Because after saying this, Morgan rose slightly, adjusting her position.
After a tremor ran through Ian's eyes, she smiled and silenced his lips.
"Shh—"
"You must be quiet in the library."
"As long as we're quiet enough, you won't feel it's unsuitable, right?"
Morgan gave Ian a kiss.
"Read your book."
"I love watching you work so hard to become a knight."
"Leave the rest to me."
"As long as—"
Morgan smiled.
"You can handle it."
Although she said that—
What was reflected in Mélusine's eyes was the sight of Morgan looking at him with a seductive gaze, yet remaining quiet.
She indeed wasn't making a big commotion.
However, the small movements meant to distract Ian from his reading never stopped.
Blowing into his ear, then intentionally or unintentionally whispering things only he would know;
Kissing his neck, leaving one mark after another on it;
Licking his lips, but not kissing him as she had before, only teasing him relentlessly;
Using her magnificent curves to press open the book in his hands, then feigning nonchalance as she guided his hand over, pretending nothing had happened.
This appearance made it impossible for Mélusine to equate her with the proud and aloof princess of normal days.
This was simply...
Her being in heat for him, wasn't it?
But speaking of which—
A new idea began to form in Mélusine's mind.
If Barghest was indeed the illegitimate child of Ian and Morgan, then what she was doing wasn't wrong.
After all, if they already had a child, it couldn't be considered just "being in heat."
She had the right to do this.
And if one thought about it further—
The positions of Morgan and Artoria were suddenly reversed.
Morgan had his child, but because he was the knight chosen by the King, she couldn't make it public. She could only secretly arrange for that child to be placed among the Knights of the Round Table.
And Artoria could openly propose marriage to him, making the entire of Camelot busy itself for her sake.
Wait a minute...
In that case, haven't I become an accomplice in this?
Before Mélusine could think any further, a more boisterous sound came from inside the library.
Ian had already stood up.
The tall Morgan, in his embrace, actually seemed somewhat petite.
"You like it like this?"
Morgan's legs were already wrapped around Ian's waist.
"What a coincidence—"
The Princess of Britain leaned close to his ear, glanced vaguely towards the crack in the door, and said.
"I like this too."
"Let's work hard for a second child like this, too~"
Everything was so smooth and natural.
Mélusine felt she understood everything.
Why Barghest was unwilling to talk about this matter—
Because she was the center of the incident!
To deny the rumor would be to deny her own origin, wouldn't it?
This wedding was not the prospect of a beautiful future.
It was—
Artoria, the love thief?
Mélusine felt like her head was about to explode.
But...
She found that deep in her heart, there was a trace of secret delight.
If Artoria's wedding was built upon such a tyrannical abuse of power, then her own trysts were actually reasonable, weren't they!
As Mélusine thought this, she failed to notice one thing.
Morgan, who was moaning softly in Ian's arms, had at some point leaned close to his ear and whispered on a lust-filled breath.
"I'm serious—"
"We really will have a second child."
"This time, I absolutely will not allow her to be defiant like Barghest."
"She must be more like me."