Boom—
Boom—
Thunder flashed across Britain's sky.
Rain poured down.
The streets and alleys blurred beneath the heavy downpour.
"This kind of rain again…"
Staring out at Camelot through the rain, Morgan murmured at the window.
She could feel her unease deep inside.
Tiamat would not let things go easily.
This storm… might just be the beginning of a disaster.
Thud.
Morgan turned to see Ian had torn her door off its hinges.
Then, after stepping inside, he put it back in place.
"I'm here."
"You—!"
Hands on her hips, Morgan scowled.
"Can't you come in like a normal person?"
"…"
Ian glanced back at the door behind him.
"Isn't this normal?"
"I came in, and the door's still fine."
"…"
Knowing it was pointless to argue logic with him, Morgan quickly changed the subject.
"Do you still remember how to help Artoria?"
"Become a knight."
Ian answered without hesitation.
"So you remember that clearly, huh?"
Morgan muttered irritably.
But as soon as she said it, she felt warmth.
Realizing what it was, she found Ian had wrapped his arms around her.
"What are you doing…"
"I remember what you like too."
"So teach me—"
Ian's hand slid down from Morgan's waist, stopping at just the right spot.
"You…"
Morgan looked back at his hand, then smirked.
Her hand patted his cheek playfully.
"Who taught you to do that?"
"Artoria?"
"No." Ian shook his head.
"I just wanted to do it."
"Then why don't you go all the way when you get this far?" Morgan asked. "You're already touching me there."
"I'm not ready yet."
"But when I am, I'll come to you, Princess."
"You really are…"
Looking at him, Morgan felt both love and frustration welling up.
"Fine."
"I'll punish you when the time comes—"
"This time, there's something more important to do."
A few minutes later.
In front of the mirror, Morgan stood quietly.
Behind her, Ian wrapped his arms around her.
"Just like before," Morgan said.
No sooner had she spoken than a pair of hands slipped in from the sides of her clothes.
What followed were movements that were hard to tell whether they were practiced or just instinctual.
Morgan's cheeks quickly flushed red.
But that wasn't the focus today.
Fighting off the ticklish, tingling sensation in her breast, she stared into the mirror and continued.
"Feel any urges?"
"Yeah."
"That means your magic is flowing."
Morgan temporarily held Ian's hands still and spoke like a teacher.
"Ian, the reason you suddenly turn into a dragon is because of this."
"Control it. Be its master."
Even though all of this was meant to prepare Artoria to be a proper knight, Morgan was still taking this seriously.
"Only by doing this can you truly make use of that power."
Ian exhaled gently.
Pressed close to him, Morgan could feel the rising heat from his body.
"Tough, huh?"
"But Ian…"
"You have to do it."
"Master yourself. Control it."
With those words, Morgan let go of his hands and moved on to something else.
In the mirror, something shiny was now showing—two of them.
"Don't stop your hands."
"And keep going."
This was Morgan's sacrifice.
He said he wanted to become a knight—
Then let her be the training partner.
Tiamat was incredibly powerful, and if Ian really was her son, then he couldn't be weak either.
He just lacked control.
Listening to his increasingly heavy breathing by her ear, Morgan bit her lip.
She wasn't cold or indifferent.
Having someone so in sync with her tastes doing this beside her—of course it would get a reaction.
But...
She couldn't make a sound.
Otherwise, it would become indulgence again, just like before.
Seriously.
Once this is over, she'll make him pay for all this.
Morgan closed her eyes and let Ian practice channeling his instincts with her as the focus.
Her legs were tightly clamped, occasionally trembling.
Maybe this was the first time in her life she willingly became like this for someone.
"I want a bite—"
"No."
"Focus."
"Master it, and you can eat whatever you want."
Answering vaguely, Morgan exhaled softly.
She didn't even realize how good she felt—
Until she fell asleep.
It wasn't clear how much time had passed.
Morgan awoke.
At some point, she had ended up in bed.
"Wait!" she suddenly sat up.
"Ian!"
"Where are you?!"
"What's wrong?"
The boy turned from the window.
"What are you doing!"
"Why didn't you continue?!" Morgan asked from the bed.
"Because you fell asleep."
"..."
Morgan blushed, slightly embarrassed.
She knew this was a trial for both of them.
But she hadn't expected to be the one who passed out first.
"Well, I'm awake now. We can continue."
"That won't be necessary."
Ian turned to look out at the clearing sky.
"I think... I get it now."
He looked up at the sky and clenched his fist.
In his eyes, a crimson glow flashed.
Something miraculous happened.
The stormy skies above began to clear.
Before long, Camelot was bathed in sunlight.
A ray of light shone through the clouds into Morgan's room.
"Is this how it works?" Ian asked his "teacher."
Feeling the magic radiating from him, Morgan smiled faintly.
"Close enough."
"But it can get even stronger."
"Shall we try again?"
"This time, in a more stimulating environment."
She was ready to give a little more of herself.
"..."
But Ian looked back at the sunny sky and shook his head.
"No."
"I want to do something else now."
"What?"
"The weather's nice."
Ian pointed outside.
"Morgan-neesan, let's go out for a walk."
"Like... they call it a 'date,' right?"
"...Huh?"