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

What happens when a dragon gets its own weapon? The knights currently participating in the selection for the Round Table could answer that question perfectly. You can't win. You simply can't win. Ordinary weapons were no match for the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan). Some even claimed to have seen a dazzling black light during their duels. But regardless, Ian, whom no one dared to question before, was now even more beyond reproach.

"That is the knight I have chosen." After witnessing Ian claim his eighteenth victory, Artoria spoke with a touch of pride. "Merlin, now no one can doubt him, right?" "..." "Perhaps." Merlin didn't tell Artoria one thing: he had recognized the sword in Ian's hand as Excalibur Morgan. That was not a weapon he should possess, yet it was now firmly in his grasp. It seems everything is different from the original prediction—what caused all this? Merlin couldn't help but feel a little curious. But he didn't dare ask much. That person named Ian was clearly a dragon; losing another two teeth was not worth it.

At night, by the Round Table. Under the pretext of celebration, Artoria had summoned Ian to her side. "Very impressive, Sir Ian. To this day, you have yet to lose a single match. If you continue like this, you will surely become the chief knight soon, no?" "Mhm." Ian nodded. "You are correct, my King." "..." "..." The atmosphere was a little awkward. Even though they were both sitting here, they couldn't seem to return to how they used to be. Artoria felt she had a lot to say, but in the end, all that came out was a pale, weak, "Would you like me to reward you with something to eat?" Then, the routine of unfastening her skirt armor. How strange... I used to be so happy when we did this. Now, my mind is just filled with, 'What if he doesn't want to do this anymore?' And the more she thought this, the more speechless she became. The end result was just sinking into that unspeakable pleasure again and again, then collapsing exhausted on the throne. And this was just a snapshot of Artoria's life during this period.

When Kay left the village they had lived in and came to Camelot to see his sister, his first words made Artoria freeze. "Why do you look so exhausted? You seem worse off than when you were in the village." "Do I?" Artoria replied to her brother, though she already knew the answer in her heart. But she knew she couldn't say it out loud. "Perhaps it's because there are many things to do after becoming King."

In contrast to Artoria's mounting pressure, Morgan was much happier than before. This was especially true after she discovered that the greedy dragon, aside from going inside, would unconditionally accept and accomplish any other kind of play. On rainy days, she would stand with him on the balcony, one in front of the other, and with a wicked sense of fun, clamp her slender legs around something. "Come on," the princess would say, her fair hands reaching up as if in a dance, a bewitching smile on her face. "Let's see what comes down harder—the rain, or you—" Drip, drip, drip. The rain flowed on the streets of Camelot. Morgan felt that her life was no longer just about revenge on Artoria. "It seems the rain was heavier," she'd tease. "But—I still have to reward you. You didn't lose face for me." Pain and pleasure were intertwined in Camelot.

Ian's name gradually became accepted by the populace. Because of Artoria's favor, no one dared to speak ill of him; and because of Morgan's guidance, he behaved like a perfect gentleman. Finally— After Ian defeated the thirty-seventh knight with the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan), Artoria found a suitable opportunity. Under the watchful eyes of countless citizens of Camelot, she extended her hand to him. "Sir Ian, are you willing to swear your fealty to me?"

"I am willing." Ian knelt on one knee and placed a kiss on Artoria's hand. "I am always willing." "..." Artoria was in a daze. She found that in this moment, she wished that what he was holding wasn't a sword, but a ring. Because... this was a hand that only he was allowed to kiss. But—that kind of thing would not be permitted. At least, not while she was the King of Britain. But... at least he is by my side for now. Artoria comforted herself with this thought, yet felt little relief.

And in the shadows, watching this public ceremony, Morgan knew that Artoria had arranged it on purpose. But she found that she wasn't opposed to this scene either. To be precise, she wasn't opposed to Ian kneeling for the knight's ceremony. If there was ever a chance for him to do this in front of Artoria, for me, that would surely be satisfying, wouldn't it? she thought, and found herself imagining what that scene would be like.

As the chief Knight of the Round Table, Ian had more to do. Patrolling the city. Guiding the training of the knights. Occasionally helping to resolve disputes among the citizens. Although people's opinions of him were still strange, his overwhelming strength very cleverly overshadowed these issues. Those who had been helped by him even began to defend him. "Powerful people always have their quirks." "At least Sir Ian hasn't done anything bad, has he?"

However, Britain did not seem to have become any more peaceful. Unrest was unknowingly shrouding the land, and it would be a situation beyond anyone's imagination. After all—no one had anticipated that Tiamat's sorrow could cross time and space to reach here.

Another day of heavy rain. Ian, patrolling as usual, happened to arrive at the city gates. "Thank you for your hard work," he said, using the polite phrases he had learned from Morgan to greet them. "For the King, it's no trouble at all!" the soldiers replied. But, before Ian could say much more, someone came stumbling and crawling out of the heavy rain from a distance. The moment he saw the chief knight, Ian, he pointed back to where he had come from, waving his hands up and down, looking terrified. His voice was panicked, and it took him several tries before Ian understood what he meant.

"H-Help!" "There's a dragon!" "There's a white dragon in the forest!"

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