Mélusine felt her mind suffer an unprecedented shock.
Artoria was planning to have a child with Ian?
"Wh-What kind of joke is this!"
Mélusine's speech even became stuttered.
Clearly, this news was a bit too sudden for her at this moment.
"Baobhan Sith, you're teasing me again, aren't you?!"
"Not interested."
"I don't like doing the same thing twice."
"..."
Mélusine's face paled.
She wished that Baobhan Sith would say "Aha, I was lying about that too" at this moment.
But evidently, reality no longer supported such a fantasy.
"Ian, do you know what this means?"
Mélusine abandoned all fantasies regarding Baobhan Sith and focused her words on Ian.
"A child."
"Are you... prepared?"
Cradling the "maliciously" coquettish Baobhan Sith, Ian's reply was still swift and clear.
"If Artoria wishes for it, then I am willing."
"..."
Mélusine's expression became complicated for a moment.
Her lips trembled slightly, it was clear she wanted to say something.
The corner of Baobhan Sith's eye twitched.
"What?"
"Do you have a problem with it?"
Leaning on Ian, she was clearly a bit more spoiled, appearing completely fearless.
"The King wants a child, and you won't allow it?"
"It's nothing like that."
Mélusine quickly denied Baobhan Sith's words.
"The King can do whatever she wants."
"How could I..."
"...possibly have a problem with it?"
"That's right."
"So, this is actually the reason I came here." Baobhan Sith wrapped her arms around Ian's neck.
That posture was almost indistinguishable from Morgan's—the only difference being that Morgan and Ian had indeed done some incredible things, while Baobhan Sith had not.
"Someone has to make Ian understand what 'his child' means, right?"
"And I am the best candidate for that."
"..."
Although it seemed like Baobhan Sith's words had no credibility whatsoever, Mélusine knew that she had no reason to refute them right now.
"So, you're 'educating' Ian on what a 'child' is?"
"You can't say that."
Baobhan Sith wagged her finger.
"Words like 'education' can only be spoken by elders to juniors. If I were to admit to that—"
As Baobhan Sith spoke, she intentionally or unintentionally shifted her body, appearing somewhat enchanting.
"—wouldn't that be admitting I have extraordinary feelings for him?"
"But you already..."
Mélusine stopped mid-sentence.
She was really not good at dealing with Morgan and Baobhan Sith; the personalities of this mother-daughter duo were truly quite wicked.
However, watching Baobhan Sith act so wantonly on Ian's lap, Mélusine felt uncomfortable all over.
But just at this moment, something unexpected happened.
Baobhan Sith, who had been dominating Ian's lap like a queen, suddenly stood up.
Under Mélusine's astonished gaze, she left a kiss on Ian's cheek, then turned back and said softly.
"Alright."
"I should go."
"See you later."
"You..."
Before Mélusine could finish her words, Baobhan Sith had already reached the door of the room.
Before leaving, she even turned back and gave Mélusine a meaningful glance.
It was an inscrutable look.
As the door closed, soon only Mélusine and Ian were left in the room.
"Why is it like this again?"
Mélusine panicked for a moment.
She had originally planned to have Morgan come and drag Baobhan Sith back.
How did it turn into her being left here?!
This isn't right!
This can't be right no matter how I think about it!
Mélusine shook her head, quickly realizing she had been played by Baobhan Sith again.
However, before she could be annoyed for too long, she suddenly felt a familiar force.
By the time she came to her senses, she found herself...
Sitting in the exact same spot Baobhan Sith had just been?!
"Eh, Ian, you?"
Before Mélusine could say much, she was pulled directly into Ian's embrace.
At that moment, the hesitant thoughts of a young girl instantly relaxed.
"Why did you suddenly hug me..."
Mélusine became shy.
"This is Artoria's bedroom."
"But you look like you really want to do this with me."
Ian said softly.
The dragon's strong physique was a natural colossus in front of Mélusine.
"I can feel it."
"I didn't want you to hold me like this."
Mélusine said this, but she clutched Ian's clothes tightly.
"Fine."
"A little, I guess."
"No... I just want to be held like this."
"It's been so long since I've had the chance."
"..."
"..."
No more words were needed.
Ian lowered his head, and his lips met Mélusine's, who was leaning in.
It had been too, too long since she had felt this simple and pure physical contact.
So in just a moment, a blush had already appeared on Mélusine's face.
Her breathing quickened, and her blood flowed faster.
Finally—
The petite swordswoman spoke the words from her heart.
"I want it."
"It's been so long since I've had it."
"Today, I must."
Mélusine didn't know when she had become like this.
At first, she just thought a quick look would be fine, but why did it end with her sincerely asking him to make love to her?
Why...
Why?
Mélusine couldn't find the answer to this question.
But...
It didn't seem to matter anymore.
Squatting slightly in front of Ian, she just wanted to return to that time of secret trysts.
"Honestly, why are there so many people around you?"
"Even though..."
"I want it so badly too."
"Eh? —"
Mélusine turned her head back, her icy eyes now filled with love hearts.
She couldn't be bothered anymore.
So what if it's Artoria's room?
She has needs too!
Mélusine's wings couldn't help but spread.
She wanted to thoroughly, properly, enjoy this time.
However—
As Mélusine was indulging herself in the room, the door opened at that moment.
She subconsciously looked up, and then she couldn't scream.
Because standing in front of her was none other than Artoria