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

Becoming the King of Britain was not as simple as one might imagine. The first thing to face was the death of King Uther. The old man, in his twilight years, ultimately did not live to see the day the new king returned from their journey. However, it was not yet time for the burial. The transfer of domestic affairs, the command of soldiers—tasks like these would take some time to complete. Fortunately, King Uther had arranged for all of this before his death. Although Artoria understood nothing of it, she wasn't completely without a clue.

But... why did it have to be like this? I came first... Why was it her sister, the one who had given her so much guidance along the way, who was now pinning Ian against a wall?

"What in the world are you two doing?" Having removed her knight-princess armor and changed into the royal cape that Ian had once called a "comforter," Artoria asked again.

"..." A barely perceptible smile crossed Morgan's face. If it were anyone else interrupting her good time with Ian, she would certainly be angry. But when the person who arrived was Artoria, she couldn't get angry at all. It wasn't that she had forgiven her cheap imitation of a sister. Rather—it was the pleasure of revenge. She couldn't win against Artoria in anything, but with Ian, she could at least compete with her a little.

"This... is not very convenient to say, Your Majesty," Morgan said, feigning a troubled expression as she glanced at Ian. "You wouldn't want to hear about such trivial matters." "Speak. Right now—" Artoria's tone was no longer so polite. "I want to know, now." "Well, if you insist." Morgan sighed with feigned helplessness. "Ian wanted to experience what a 'date' felt like. In the end, he came to me."

"A 'date' feeling?!" Artoria felt as if someone had just elbowed her in the brain. "Sister, are you joking?" "Well..." Morgan shrugged. "Why don't you ask him?" "I..." A panicked look appeared in Artoria's eyes.

She didn't dare to confirm it. What if he nodded? What would she do then? If she didn't ask, it could still be her sister's lie. "There's no need to ask," Artoria said, turning her face away, her mind already starting to short-circuit. "I'm not interested in this." "Not interested, are you..." Morgan stood with her hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly.

Whether it was intentional or not, her slightly open collar allowed Artoria a faint glimpse of her sister's chest. In an instant, Artoria recognized the marks. Scratch marks—and they were from Ian. Only he, when he turned back into a dragon, could leave such marks. But just as quickly, Morgan covered her chest as if she had just noticed something. She smiled and continued, "I thought you would be very concerned. After all, your relationship was quite good before, wasn't it? I even advised him that it might be better to find you... That's what you want too, right? Oh, King of Britain."

With that one phrase, Morgan jolted Artoria back to reality. She touched the Sword of Promised Victory, Caliburn, at her waist, her teeth chattering as she replied, "No. I don't. Sister, you should know that I cannot reveal my identity publicly—if he were to find me, I also..." Artoria felt her own words fighting each other. She desperately wanted to say, "...would have no problem with it," but what came out was... "...could not accompany him. I... have many things to do."

"Is that so?" Morgan patted Artoria's shoulder. "I understand. I will keep your secret. To me, and to Ian, you will be a man. A King who can rule Britain well." Honestly, if this were the past, Morgan felt she couldn't have uttered such words acknowledging Artoria even with a knife to her throat. But now... she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Of course, she wasn't admitting that Artoria was a king worthy of Britain. But seeing her bound by the throne... it was so gratifying. Perhaps fate truly was fair? To gain something, one must lose something else.

"Artoria, I..." Ian stepped forward, about to say something, but Morgan gently covered his mouth. "You fool," she whispered. "You must call her 'King' now. She is the King of Britain, understand?" "..." Ian looked at Artoria, clearly asking if this was true. And although Artoria wanted to deny it, she simply couldn't. All the expectant gazes she had seen along her journey could not be ignored. Every person in Britain was waiting for her. They craned their necks in anticipation. Their eyes were filled with tears. They... had chosen her. Why me... a mournful question arose in the girl's heart.

But her body had already answered Ian's unspoken question. "Yes. I am the King. The King of Britain." "..." Hearing Artoria's words, Ian touched his chest, a confused look on his face. "It feels... so uncomfortable. This feeling again. But—I understand. From now on, I will call you 'King'."

Artoria felt something inside her shatter with a crack. Just then, a soldier holding a short sword walked over from a distance. Upon seeing Artoria, he hurried towards her. He looked extremely anxious, calling out a reverent title as he ran. "Your Majesty—! I've finally found you!" But— Upon seeing Ian was also present, the soldier, who had been about to say something, immediately dared not report it. "Um, Your Majesty, you seem to be busy. I'll come back later." "Halt." Artoria stopped the soldier who was about to turn and run. "Since you have come before me, tell me what you have to say. Otherwise..." Artoria didn't finish, but the soldier felt himself break out in a cold sweat. Such terrifying killing intent. If I don't say anything, I'll definitely be punished. After deliberating for a long moment, the soldier finally swallowed hard and spoke, "Um—" He pointed at Ian, who was still clutching his chest, and tattled. "This man assaulted someone on the street. Many citizens have come to complain, Your Majesty, you see—"

Artoria's eyes lit up. Her tone held a feeling of someone who was clearly happy but was suppressing it. "I see. That is indeed outrageous—" Under Morgan's uneasy gaze, Artoria grabbed Ian's hand. "Come with me. I must punish you."

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