Tiamat, I'm Going to Find a Girlfriend! (Ending)

Nighttime, by the lake. The fairies who had offered up the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) were long gone.

Embraced by Ian, Morgan's emotions gradually calmed. "I'm alright now." "No," he said. "You're not." Ian showed no intention of letting Morgan go. "You're clearly still upset. Be good, don't move." "You..."

Although she felt like she was being treated like a child, Morgan found that she unexpectedly responded well to it. She pressed against his firm chest, for once taking a passive role. "Sorry, did I seem... off just now? Like a lunatic?" "Mhm." "Can't you even tell a white lie? Honestly!" Morgan glared at Ian, who had admitted it without hesitation, feeling a little displeased. "But I don't think I should lie to you."

Ian caressed her stores of nourishment. But unlike the savagery he usually displayed when feeding, he was now very gentle. He neither squeezed hard nor clung possessively, but simply massaged in the direction that would bring Morgan the most pleasure. It was less like he was toying with his food and more like he was trying to tell her how much he cared. Of course, for Morgan, this was no simple gentleness. The tingly, numbing sensation that made her blood flow faster caused her to let out an involuntary gasp.

"What are you doing..." Morgan turned her face away. She would not admit that she was actually enjoying this. "If you want to eat, do it yourself. Do you need me to rip my clothes open for you? Greedy little monster." The moment she said this, she felt her feet suddenly leave the ground. No, she was flying.

In an instant, Ian had transformed into his dragon form, scooping Morgan onto his back in the process. "ROAR—" The great dragon let out a roar, then soared into the sky. Is he angry? Does he need someone to rip their clothes open for him to bite their chest? That's too much! Morgan thought this, but soon realized that wasn't it at all. Because Ian wasn't flying fast.

He was simply carrying her, wandering through the starry skies of Britain. He would circle occasionally, but he never descended back to the ground. Gradually, Morgan realized she understood what he meant. "You... you think the starry sky is beautiful, and you want me to see it?" Not long after Morgan voiced her question, the dragon's wings beat twice. Clearly, this was his answer.

"..." Morgan lay down on the dragon's back. "The starry sky?" The princess of Britain looked up at the night sky. Countless stars were embedded in the pitch-black canvas of the heavens like jewels. They were reflected in Morgan's pupils. She was suddenly jolted awake. How long had it been since she had looked at the starry sky like this? A year? Three years? Or was it... that she had never looked at the night sky of Britain again after realizing she was destined never to be the heir to the throne? Unconsciously, tears streamed from the corners of Morgan's eyes. "You idiot... Did you do this on purpose to see me like this?"

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Morgan finally landed with Ian. But before she could express the feelings in her heart, she was pushed to the ground by him. As before, the princess felt a powerful, forceful pull. "Thirsty... so thirsty..." A low sound rumbled in Ian's throat. Then, he buried his head like a ravenous wolf. This was a much more ferocious feeding than before; Morgan truly felt that he had the urge to devour her whole. But thankfully, in the end, it was only a few bleeding marks. The only place the skin was broken was the one point he had been tugging on.

But Morgan had no intention of blaming him. Being ravaged like food, she instead comforted the agitated dragon. "Don't rush. Take it slow, I'm right here—" Finally, after being bitten several times, Ian was at last full. "The taste... it's getting better and better. Your Highness, you are becoming more delicious." "I told you to just call me Sister in private—" Morgan wrapped her arms around Ian's neck.

"Also, the starry sky was beautiful. I liked it very much. So, even though you were a bit too rough today, I forgive you." Saying this, Morgan tilted her head up and actively kissed Ian's lips, which still carried a certain taste. Honestly, it wasn't easy to accept, since he had just been chewing on something that was hers. But—it wasn't that repulsive either. Besides, the more she did this, the more excited a certain little dragon became.

Gurgle, gurgle— The lake water bubbled. Feeling the familiar heat, Morgan sighed. "Honestly... always wasting it outside. When will I ever get to have a proper meal?"

"When Artoria becomes a king worthy of Britain." Ian lifted the little dragon that was beached on the bay of Morgan's lower abdomen. "Your Highness, I promise you." "Her again—" Although she already knew the answer, hearing it each time still filled Morgan with considerable resentment. "Are you trying to force me to help her?" "That's not what I mean. I just think that it's her wish. It would be a pity if it weren't realized."

Ian looked at Morgan. "..." Morgan was silent for a moment, then smiled. "Then what would you do if I said my wish was also to become the King of Britain?" "..." Ian didn't answer, instead glancing down at himself. Morgan suddenly understood. The boy had simply substituted one for the other. If Artoria wanted to become a king who satisfied everyone, he would have to... exert himself on her side. Conversely, if she wanted to become the King of Britain, he would have to go to Artoria's side... She rapped the dragon's head, which she could never possibly break. "Not allowed. If you dare give any of this to Artoria, I will rebel. Not a single drop. I mean what I say."

"Is that so?" "Mhm—" Morgan looked at the starry sky behind the boy. "I feel like I've suddenly understood a lot of things tonight. You... you've always been giving Artoria guidance like this, haven't you? Forget it, I don't want to hear your answer to that." Morgan embraced Ian. Their two bodies once again clamped down on something.

"We'll sleep like this tonight—Tomorrow," she declared, "you will take the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan) and slaughter those knights in Camelot! Daring to doubt what I have my eye on? They truly don't know what's good for them!"

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