Whether it was Artoria or Morgan.
Mélusine wouldn't have been surprised to see either of them here at this time.
But—
When she saw that it was Baobhan Sith, Mélusine's heart skipped a beat.
If she remembered correctly, this girl was always calling Morgan "Mother" with every breath.
Now...
Why was she in front of Artoria's room?
Mélusine clutched her head, unable to figure out the cause and effect of this no matter how hard she tried.
But one thing she knew very well.
It was necessary to find out exactly what was happening.
Should...
Shouldn't have been discovered, right?
With this mindset, Mélusine moved a little closer.
And it seemed that her assumption was correct.
She saw Baobhan Sith chat with Ian at the doorway for a while, then burst into laughter.
That appearance did indeed bear some resemblance to Morgan.
Then, Mélusine saw her point inside the room, and what she wanted to convey seemed quite obvious—
"There's no one around right now, let's go inside together."
*What is she trying to do?!*
*Just what exactly is she trying to do?!*
Countless images flashed through Mélusine's mind.
*No, I have to figure this out!*
Trying her best to hide her presence, after watching Baobhan Sith and Ian enter together, Mélusine tiptoed like a kitten up to the door.
She didn't know whether to call it lucky or unlucky.
After arriving at the door, Mélusine discovered something.
The door, which was usually tightly closed, now had a small crack open.
Coincidentally, this small crack allowed her to see exactly where Baobhan Sith and Ian were.
Wait a minute.
Mélusine hesitated for a moment.
She felt like this scene was déjà vu.
Right.
When she saw Morgan come here before, wasn't there a similar situation?
No.
Not similar, exactly the same!
The door open just the same, a lone man and woman just the same.
*Baobhan Sith, what are you planning?!*
Once a seed of doubt is planted in the heart, it quickly takes root and sprouts, eventually growing into a sturdy fruit.
Gently gripping the doorframe, Mélusine held her breath and carefully observed the situation inside.
However—
When the figures inside the room came into Mélusine's view, she felt an indescribable palpitation.
Inside the room, the curtains on the bed had been completely lifted.
And Ian was sitting on the edge of that bed.
Mélusine saw Baobhan Sith say something to him, then walk straight forward and brazenly sit on his lap.
That seductive look was exactly like her mother, Morgan!
Wait...
Mélusine's throat moved slightly.
Could it be...
Could it be that she, like her mother, was going to do something inappropriate!
*She can't!*
*Absolutely not!*
Mélusine's pupils trembled. She felt that something incredible was about to happen, but she didn't know what it would be.
And indeed, things developed as she expected, yet simultaneously in an extraordinary way.
Baobhan Sith tilted her head slightly, revealing a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Her hand slid all the way up Ian's arm, showing no intention of "respecting" him as a member of the opposite sex.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, looking as if she had found an excellent plaything.
In Mélusine's hidden line of sight, Baobhan Sith leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck.
That appearance, somewhat similar to her mother yet distinct, made Mélusine feel like her heart was being clawed at.
It was as if...
She was watching something extremely important to her slowly becoming someone else's.
*It hurts so much.*
*But there's nothing I can do.*
*Although I know Baobhan Sith is doing something bad, I'm powerless.*
*How about I go get Morgan!*
*That way, even if I don't act, I can make Baobhan Sith stop.*
Having finally come up with a plan, Mélusine hesitated no longer.
She turned around, intending to leave immediately.
However—
Before leaving, Mélusine subconsciously took one last look into the room.
She felt that although this scene was too similar to that time with Morgan, there was a fundamental difference.
It would have been better not to look.
Just this one glance allowed Mélusine to see something unexpected again.
Although Baobhan Sith was indeed sitting on Ian's lap, she did not, as Mélusine expected, do anything more outrageous like her mother Morgan.
On the contrary—
Her actions appeared extremely restrained.
It looked like...
A daughter acting spoiled with her father?
"Eh?"
The moment she realized this, Mélusine finally understood where the sense of incongruity in her heart came from.
That's right.
Although Baobhan Sith's actions toward Ian could be called quite flirtatious.
But!
There was a very key point: she stopped at the level of touching her father!
To make a comparison, she probably hadn't even reached Barghest's level.
Mélusine breathed a sigh of relief.
But not long after, she realized a new problem.
True, Baobhan Sith might not have done anything more outrageous as she had thought.
Then what *was* she doing?
Mélusine's inner doubts grew.
She lay prone before the door, watching the situation inside.
Baobhan Sith's finger extended once again.
But unlike her mother Morgan, her finger didn't touch any forbidden areas, nor did it trace patterns on Ian's chest as if seducing him.
Instead...
It reached towards the corner of his mouth.
Then, Mélusine heard unexpected words.
Baobhan Sith said softly:
"Like this."
Her finger lifted slightly, causing the corner of Ian's mouth to follow into an arc.
"If you smile, Mother and the King will definitely be happier."
"Eh?"
Mélusine was stunned.
She realized that Baobhan Sith, sitting there, seemed to just be teaching her father Ian how to smile?
Was that really it?
Before Mélusine had time to think further.
Baobhan Sith suddenly turned her head.
She looked towards the direction of the crack in the door, then smiled and said:
"Hey—"
"No need to peek anymore."
"If you want to come in, just come in."