If it weren't for confirming that Tiamat's motherly love was definitely problematic, Morgan would have certainly interpreted her words as a scheme to find a wife for her son. A kiss as a method of identification? What kind of method was that? But the problem was... Tiamat was serious. Therefore, this method, like waking Sleeping Beauty, was also serious.
"May I ask why this can be used as a method of judgment?"
"Because—he is a very special being." Lying in the Sea of Life, Tiamat hugged the air, her breath coming out in hot puffs, looking genuinely frightening. "He is a dragon, and also a human. Therefore—if someone kisses him while he's in his human form, they will probably see his other, draconic side. That child... he has never tried it with a girl other than me."
His true form is a dragon? Learning more of the inside story, Morgan grew even more surprised. This legendary creature was extremely powerful. If, as Tiamat said, a simple kiss could trigger a seamless switch, it could indeed be an incredible tool.
Speaking of which... Morgan carefully recalled Tiamat's last statement. Did she say something that didn't sound quite right? Can that... really be called something a mother should do?
"But this method is meaningless!" Before Morgan could puzzle out her last words, Tiamat let out another roar. "Because no one is allowed to do that kind of thing with Ian—" Tiamat's eyes flashed red. "If I find out, I will hunt them to the ends of the earth and kill the human who dared to do such a thing. I'll definitely kill them!"
"..."
For a brief moment, Morgan felt that compared to Tiamat, her own schemes were mere child's play. "It certainly is a useless method," she conceded. "Um, Tiamat, I have something I need to do right now. I'll contact you later."
"Mmm—" Tiamat was still immersed in her hatred for this hypothetical enemy. "If you have any news, tell me immediately. Otherwise, I will not let you go, ever!"
CRACK-BOOM—
Thunder cracked in the clear night sky. It was a scene almost identical to what Morgan had seen before. There was no mistake. Even though it felt like they were in completely different worlds, Tiamat could still influence Britain in a very special way.
"Yes, I will."
Finally ending the high-gravity conversation with Tiamat, Morgan fell back onto her bed. To think her so-called hope was such a twisted being. How troublesome... But, now that she knew her objective, there were definitely ways to make use of her. Just you wait! I will take back all of Britain!
As Morgan thought this, her eyelids grew heavy. She had been through a lot today and was naturally quite tired.
Time passed. The starlight faded, and the dawn quietly arrived.
Sitting before her dressing table, Morgan carefully began to groom herself. Even if no one cared, even if no one was watching, she had to maintain her most elegant posture at all times. "To not lose to anyone in matters of etiquette—" this was her bottom line.
However, something was off this morning. Morgan heard footsteps. That's right. After losing the right of succession, even the maids were reluctant to approach her. Yet now, someone was walking towards her room.
Pausing her comb, Morgan simply tied up her hair and leaned against the wall to listen more closely. Her intuition was telling her that the situation was not good. And this premonition soon became reality. Just... in a slightly unexpected way.
THUD—
The door in front of Morgan seemed to suffer a heavy blow. Then, a hand punched right through it. While the princess was still dumbfounded, the hand quickly moved left and right. Soon, a hole appeared in the door. A pair of eyes stared unreservedly into the room. More accurately... at Morgan.
"Excuse me, may I come in—"
"..." Morgan had forgotten the last time she had been this surprised. But her past experiences quickly allowed her to calm down. To be precise, it was that pair of eyes that calmed her. There was no mistake. Standing outside the door was that hot-tempered knight who had drawn the sword with Artoria. Why is he here? Morgan grew more vigilant.
"Why do you want to come in? What do you want?"
"I smelled something," the boy answered, tearing the hole in the door even wider. The thick wooden door was like a thin sheet of paper before him. "Please let me in—"
"..."
If before it was a polite conversation, now it was a direct demand. Morgan even felt that if she didn't open the door, he would just rip it in half in the next moment.
Click—
The Princess of Britain opened the door. Even so, she was prepared to counterattack. If he tried anything out of line, the spells she had been diligently researching would definitely make him suffer.
However, just as his visit was abrupt, the subsequent development was also unexpected. After looking at Morgan for a good while, Ian spoke.
"You're very beautiful."
"Hmm?"
Being praised so directly, a secret joy naturally bloomed in Morgan's heart. She was well aware of her own beauty. But this joy didn't last long, because his next sentence was: "Just as beautiful as Artoria."
Several dark lines appeared on Morgan's forehead. She wanted to say something, but in the end, held back her desire to speak her mind to this rare visitor. "So, why are you really here?"
The moment Morgan finished speaking, she felt a breath on her. She quickly realized that he had, at some point, gotten close and was sniffing her body!
"What are you doing?!" Morgan took a big step back. She never would have thought that this knight who had helped Artoria draw the sword would behave so strangely.
"Was it my imagination? I just feel... you're just like my mother."
"Eh?" Morgan's mind felt a little jumbled. On one hand, she could certainly feel that this aligned with what Tiamat had said. But on the other hand... why did it feel like she had just been insulted?
Before Morgan could say more, Artoria's figure appeared behind him. She was panting, clearly looking for someone.
"Hey, how did you run so fast... eh—?" Noticing Morgan's presence, Artoria coughed awkwardly. "Um, he just got lost. He has no other intentions."
"..." Morgan suppressed the resentment that bubbled up whenever she saw Artoria and forced a smile. "My King, I understand."
"Phew, that's good—We'll be taking our leave now!" Artoria grabbed Ian's hand. "We still have things to do!"
"Alright."
Watching Artoria and Ian turn to leave, Morgan was now basically certain that Ian was the son Tiamat had mentioned. Wait a minute... If... he gets kissed by Artoria... Tiamat will see her as an enemy, right? Version 2.0 of her struggle against fate was quietly updated in Morgan's mind.
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