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

Human panic is impossible to fake. Even as a dragon, Ian understood this completely. "Where?" he demanded. "Tell me."

"There—it was there—" The man who had fled from the rain frantically pointed in a direction. Of course, with the rain pouring down so heavily, such a vague gesture was of no use. However, Ian was certain the man wasn't lying. Or rather... he didn't dare lie.

"I understand," Ian said with a wave of his hand. "You two take him back. And report this matter to the King." "And you, Lord Ian?" "As for me—" Ian looked out into the rain. "I'll go see what's going on first."

Without another word, Ian strode alone into the rain. The two soldiers at the gate, knowing full well that he was a man of few words and decisive action, glanced at each other. "Let's do as he says..." "Right."

Meanwhile, alone in the downpour, Ian used the control method he had learned from Morgan and quickly entered his half-dragon state. A dragon's constitution was far superior to a normal person's. With just a single breath, Ian could feel a flow of magical energy in the air. That's right. A genuine dragon. The scent was somewhat similar to Artoria's, but also different in significant ways. Ian grew vigilant. His intuition told him this was no simple matter. Drawing the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan) from his waist, Ian advanced cautiously. The rain streamed down his skin, turning the ground into mud. He saw the forest the man had spoken of. The magical energy, which had been faint before, was now incredibly thick. Is it nearby?

Ian stepped into the forest. At almost the same instant, the already freezing rain took on an even frostier chill. "Enemy inferior lifeform, detected. Commencing engagement." WHOOSH. In the heavy rain, a barely discernible figure appeared. It streaked through the forest at extreme speed, arriving in front of Ian in an instant. Along with it came a decisive, killing intent. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have been frightened to the ground. But for Ian, this was a completely different feeling. The knights of Camelot were all too weak. When fighting them, Ian felt he didn't need a weapon at all. But—since humans accepted the need for weapons in a duel, he wouldn't be stingy about drawing Excalibur Morgan. Winning and winning big were the same to him. But now— Facing the figure that was attacking him, Ian felt a strange excitement. Hot breath plumed from his mouth. The tail behind him began to sway. If Excalibur Morgan hadn't been strong enough, it probably would have been shattered from the inside out by his enhanced strength. His desire for battle was soaring. Weapon in hand, Ian's pupils began to glow with a red light.

CLANG! The Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan) perfectly blocked a pair of crossed, blue blades. Ian was finally able to get a clear look at his opponent. But... her appearance did not match her ferocious attack at all. She was a petite girl. Her long, silver-white hair was like a river of stars, the most eye-catching thing even in the cold rain. Her skin was snow-white, delicate and soft beneath her blue clothes. Yet this girl, who looked like she should be cherished and protected, was wielding two deep blue broadswords. Cuteness and ferocity had combined in this one moment. Right now, her beautiful golden eyes were filled with shock at the Ian before her. "How did you block that—A mere human shouldn't be capable of such a thing—" As she spoke, the petite girl tried to put more force into her blades, attempting to overpower Ian. However, it was completely useless. No matter how much strength she used, it was meaningless before Ian. There seemed to be an absolute difference in their physique and strength.

"Dammit—! Just a mere human!" With a kick, the petite girl flipped in a perfect, elegant circle in Ian's vision. A pair of beautiful wings unfurled in the process, making her look like a fairy. "Depression Angle Shift!" Adjusting her position in the air at an extreme angle, she began to circle and fly. "Can't catch me now, can you! Can't see me now, can you! This is my speed!" Circling Ian madly, the petite girl left countless afterimages around him, a phenomenon that only occurs at a certain level of speed. "I'll finish you like this! One strike is all it takes. Slashing Sword Skill, activate. Connect, O yet unknown, innocent lake light!" Appearing instantly from the afterimages, the petite girl thrust towards Ian's back. If I can't break through from the front, then I'll strike from behind! It may not be honorable, but at least it will grant victory! In an instant, she unleashed five slashes carrying a frigid aura, and the rain falling in the forest transformed into a swarm of ice needles. "Die!"

However— As her blades thrust forward and struck his back, the confident girl discovered something. This... was not the back of a human. It was solid and hard. There were red patterns on its surface, which were currently flowing with light. And more importantly— Her blades couldn't pierce it. That's right. Even though she had unleashed five thrusts in an instant, not a single one had penetrated. "Enemy armor not pierced...?" she muttered in disbelief.

"What's your name?" Ian turned his head, looking at the girl who had just attacked him. "M-Mélusine!" the girl replied, showing no sign of conceding verbally. But— Mélusine soon realized something was wrong. After confirming her name, her opponent's breathing began to grow uncontrollably heavy. Wait. That thing moved too.

Though it was a beastly act, Mélusine then heard the words of a gentleman. "Sorry, Mélusine. I think... I'm losing control."

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