"Huh?!"
Originally just wanting to watch what Baobhan Sith was doing for a bit longer, Mélusine completely didn't expect to be called out at this moment.
And—
As if she had completely grasped Mélusine's weakness, Baobhan Sith quickly spoke up again:
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to come in."
"It's just that chances to be alone with him like this aren't many."
"If you miss this one, who knows when the next one will be."
"Even knowing that, are you still going to stay out there?"
"..."
Mélusine bit her lip.
This girl knew how to exploit others' weaknesses even better than Morgan; she was practically a little devil.
But...
Mélusine looked to both sides.
There was no one else.
But thinking about it, that wasn't strange.
Given Baobhan Sith's attitude towards doing things, she naturally wouldn't choose a situation where she could easily be discovered.
Compared to Mélusine, she seemed more like the type of person who disliked trouble.
After hesitating again and again, Mélusine ultimately couldn't bear to leave.
After all—
Opportunities to see Ian like this were indeed rare.
"I'm coming in."
Simply saying this, Mélusine brazenly pushed open the door separating the inside from the outside.
Even though a second ago, she was still thinking about how to drive Baobhan Sith out from inside.
"How long have you been peeking?"
Watching Mélusine enter, Baobhan Sith didn't look surprised at all.
On the contrary, she seemed to have known this would happen long ago, appearing very calm.
"You haven't been peeking from the very beginning, have you?"
"..."
"No such thing."
"Really?"
Sitting on Ian's lap, Baobhan Sith tilted her head slightly, looking like a little princess who had been spoiled since childhood.
"Admitting this kind of thing when it's just the three of us is much better than admitting it in front of a crowd, you know."
"He—"
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, in Mélusine's line of sight, Baobhan Sith linked her arm with Ian's.
"—doesn't like people who lie."
"..."
Precisely at that moment, Mélusine met Ian's gaze.
The latter still wore an expressionless face, but the former began to panic a little.
Because Mélusine knew she was indeed lying.
"Fine, I admit it."
"I saw you guys from the very beginning."
"..."
As if she had gotten the answer she had long expected, Baobhan Sith didn't respond to Mélusine, but first raised her head, looked at Ian, and said softly:
"See."
"I told you so."
"She was watching us from the very beginning."
"Now, it's just been verified, hasn't it?"
"Yes."
Ian nodded, then hugged Baobhan Sith tighter, appearing to spoil her greatly.
"You were right, Baobhan Sith."
"..."
Ian and Baobhan Sith's echoing of each other made Mélusine realize something.
"Wait."
"You two stop right there."
"What do you mean 'verified'?!"
"Did you know I was outside from the start?"
"How could we not?"
Baobhan Sith shrugged.
"With such an obvious eye watching him and me through the crack in the door, how ridiculous would we have to be not to realize it?"
"Not to mention—"
"—someone as special as you, Mélusine."
"..."
Mélusine's expression became a bit awkward.
She had originally thought her concealment was, if not seamless, at least expert-level.
But now it seemed...
Forget expert-level.
It hadn't served any purpose of concealment at all!
"Well..."
Mélusine hadn't thought of what to say in response for a moment, but Ian spoke first at this time.
"Mélusine, come here."
"..."
"Is... is that okay?"
Mélusine asked cautiously.
"This is Artoria's room, isn't it?"
"You've already come in, are you still worrying about that?"
"If you were really that worried, you shouldn't have appeared here from the start, right?"
A sharp tongue exactly like Morgan's, perhaps even more so.
But this actually calmed Mélusine down quite a bit.
Since things had come to this.
Plop.
Mélusine sat down directly beside Ian.
Who cares about this or that? If Baobhan Sith can sit here, why can't I?
"That's right."
Baobhan Sith revealed an expression of appreciation.
"If that's what you're thinking in your heart, your actions should match."
"Isn't it good to face your own thoughts honestly?"
"..."
"What about you? What's your deal?"
Looking at Baobhan Sith sitting on Ian's lap as if she were sitting on a throne, Mélusine couldn't help but retort.
"You keep talking about me, but aren't you doing something bad too?"
"But I haven't denied what I'm doing."
Baobhan Sith leaned naturally against Ian's chest.
"With my identity, isn't it perfectly normal to do this kind of thing?"
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Just as "wicked" in personality as Morgan, Baobhan Sith also made absolutely no attempt to hide her desires.
And compared to Morgan, she seemed to know even better how to use her identity to "attack" others.
"..."
"Forget it, I have serious business today, I won't argue with you about this."
Mélusine leaned against Ian's side.
"Ian, tell me."
"What exactly do Morgan and Artoria want to do!"
Mélusine was no longer being coy.
Ian definitely knew something, so she might as well just ask directly!
At worst...
She'd just be disliked by him a little!
Although that would probably be very sad...
However, what Mélusine worried about and feared didn't happen at all.
Baobhan Sith spoke up:
"Alright, stop teasing her."
"Tell her—"
"—about the plan Artoria came up with."
"Eh?"
Seeing Baobhan Sith looking like she knew everything, Mélusine realized that she wasn't just putting on an act with Ian, but also teasing her along with him.
"Honestly!"
Mélusine jumped up.
On Artoria's soft bed, she sulked.
"What exactly is going on!"
"Making me so nervous and not telling me what happened!"
However, the angrier Mélusine got, the happier Baobhan Sith seemed to be.
But she probably realized that this might be slightly excessive, so she soon continued:
"Alright, I'll tell you now."
"The King."
"Plans to have a child with Ian."
"W-What?!"