"Wait, you?"
Looking around, Morgan finally realized where she was, and what she was seeing.
This was...
Artoria's room. Her and his bedroom.
And she was actually seeing Ian here!
"Baobhan Sith, you!"
"What happens next has nothing to do with me, Mother."
Baobhan Sith gave a subtle smile.
"I'm... off now."
With a triumphant smile, Baobhan Sith patted Morgan's shoulder.
"Mother, enjoy yourself~"
"Wait, Baobhan Sith, you get back here!"
Morgan's words had no effect.
As if she hadn't heard her at all, Baobhan Sith left the room on her own, leaving only her and Ian there.
And what was even more outrageous...
Morgan discovered that this daughter of hers had then used magic to completely seal the room's door.
That's right!
She had locked her and Ian in!
"You rebellious daughter!"
Morgan couldn't help but curse this in her heart.
She raised her hand, preparing to break the magic Baobhan Sith had set up in the most simple and brutal way.
But—
Just as she was about to do so, she suddenly felt a pair of hands on her waist.
It was Ian, reaching out to her.
"Morgan."
"May I?"
"..."
With just those two words, Morgan felt her heart suffer an unprecedented impact.
For all these days, she really hadn't sought him out again.
After all—
He was Artoria's man now.
If she were caught in a compromising position, the status she had worked so hard to establish in Camelot would become precarious.
"Don't do this, Ian."
Morgan tried to move his hands from her waist.
But—
She quickly discovered that the more she tried to do so, the more she was unable to break free from Ian's "restraint."
As a dragon, his strength was tens, even hundreds of times that of a human.
Morgan, naturally, had no way of breaking free.
But—
After Morgan had struggled for a while, Ian let go on his own, as if he had sensed something.
"Morgan..."
"Can we not be like we were before?"
"..."
The moment she heard this, Morgan's eyes widened.
She turned her head, looking at him with endless grievance.
"What do you mean, 'can we not be like we were before'?!"
"It was..."
"It was you who wronged me first!"
Morgan's eyes reddened slightly, and then, as if to prove a point, she pulled open her collar, displaying her incomparably beautiful body before him.
"The person you were with for the first time wasn't Artoria, it was me!"
"So why is the person you married still her?!"
"What did I do wrong? Was there something I didn't do well?! Why couldn't you choose me?!"
"I'm..."
"I'm not inferior to Artoria in any way!"
"Why... is it always her who takes my things?"
"Why!"
"Father was like that, and you're like that too!"
"We even have a child together, don't we?!"
"Then what does that make me?!"
As if she had finally found a suitable outlet, Morgan's voice became somewhat hysterical.
They were words that, even if Baobhan Sith heard them from outside the door, would wipe the look of amusement from her face.
She looked up at the ceiling of the corridor and sighed softly.
"Oh, Mother..."
----
Inside the room.
Hearing Morgan's words, Ian's expression didn't change much.
He simply picked up the slightly frenzied woman and gently tossed her onto Artoria's and his bed.
It was a place of excellent quality, and at the same time, held deep sentimental value.
Almost at the instant of contact, Morgan felt a revulsion from the bottom of her heart.
She would not be pinned down on a bed full of her and his scent.
"Ian, no!"
Morgan began to resist.
But it was all to no avail.
Ian just looked at her directly, not saying a word.
But his movements were still as smooth and fluid as ever, as if he hadn't noticed her sorrow at all.
He kissed her.
The roles of the two seemed to have completely changed at that moment.
She was no longer the wanton princess who had shamelessly seduced him, and he was no longer the newly arrived knight.
The resistance from Morgan's arms grew weaker and weaker, until finally, she was completely compliant.
She didn't even notice that the door, which had been completely sealed by magic, was now open a crack.
Baobhan Sith secretly watched from the outside, her expression somewhat complicated.
"As I thought."
"As long as it's him, once he does these things, he will receive Mother's forgiveness."
"Such a simple love."
As Baobhan Sith said this, her fingertips began to glow again.
Soon.
The room was filled with some kind of strange gas.
No.
Not strange at all.
Or rather, this was exactly the kind of scent that suited the current atmosphere.
Baobhan Sith closed the door, then closed her eyes.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
She counted down like this, as if everything had been planned long in advance.
"Mother, it's time to cry out~"
The moment Baobhan Sith's voice fell, Morgan's voice came from inside the room.
"I like it."
"I like it so much."
"Give it to me—"
"Don't give it to Artoria—"
Whether this was the effect of the gas, or if Morgan would have been like this anyway, Baobhan Sith did not know.
But she knew that this time, her goal had been well and truly achieved.
Mother, who hasn't tasted Father in so many days... her other mouth must have been starving, right?
Perhaps, at this very moment, she was the one who wouldn't let him leave.
------
After the storm.
Sprawled on the bed, Morgan's eyes revealed an endless emptiness.
Although she had resisted fiercely at first, in the end, she still became his "captive."
It was very shameful.
But it was also the truth.
"What is it you really want?"
Morgan looked at Ian, who had her completely pinned beneath him, giving her no chance to escape, and couldn't help but ask.
"Having my daughter bring me here... was it just because you wanted to do this?"
"If it's Morgan, I always want to."
"You..."
Such an answer left Morgan unable to say a single word in rebuttal.
Because it was his sincere feeling, and also something he expressed with his body.
"And then?"
"And then you'll just let me go back like this?"
"To you, I'm nothing at all, am I?"
"Marry me," Ian suddenly said.
"..."
Morgan suspected she was hearing things.
"What did you say?"
"I said—"
Ian pressed forward, continuing to speak into Morgan's widening pupils.
"Marry me."
"Marry me, just like you did with Artoria."