"So you're saying—"
"This is just a tailor?"
Inside the Royal Court, looking at Habetrot who was carrying a large backpack, Barghest couldn't help but have this doubt.
"What else?"
"What else could she be?"
Mélusine gave Barghest an annoyed look.
"You don't actually think she's a knight, do you?"
"Not to that extent..."
Barghest scratched her head.
"If all knights were like this, then Camelot would be finished."
"But, the King actually had you go and find a tailor like this?"
Barghest looked at Habetrot's cat ears.
"No matter how you look at it, she's not like a normal person, is she?"
"How did the King know?"
"It seems she used some means to find out from that court magus named Merlin."
Mélusine responded.
"She's a tailor who specializes in wedding dresses."
"This..."
Barghest's expression became somewhat complicated.
As someone who had benefited greatly from this "daughter" relationship, her attitude had undergone two reversals.
Now, she was probably on Artoria's side.
But...
That so-called wedding dress was still a little hard for Barghest to accept.
After all, it meant he was really going to become her husband.
Barghest looked towards Mélusine, only to find that the other was also looking at her, and their gazes were surprisingly similar.
"..."
"..."
The two, who were both having an affair with Ian without telling the other, averted their gazes.
Habetrot, however, didn't notice any of this.
Her attention was completely focused on the tall man beside her.
"Is it heavy?"
Ian said, and then helped Habetrot pick up the backpack that was even bigger than her.
"It might be a little late to say this."
"But..."
"Welcome to Camelot."
"..."
"Mhm~"
Habetrot laughed.
"You really are like a knight-nyan—"
"This kitty really appreciates you!"
"Hey, you two!"
Habetrot turned her head to look at Mélusine and Barghest, who, at some point, had become completely trapped in an awkward force field behind her.
"You should learn from him!"
"You two don't seem like Knights of the Round Table at all. So useless."
"What did you say!"
Veins popped out on Barghest's forehead.
"You didn't even beat me, and now you're spouting nonsense here?"
"Watch out, or I'll punch you!"
"All you know is solving things with violence. That's why you're not like a knight."
Habetrot said this, but her body very honestly hid behind Ian.
It seemed she felt this gave her infinite security.
"Learn well!"
Habetrot, peeking out with only half her head, brandished her power, looking both cute and punchable.
"You!"
Barghest clenched her fists.
"Ian!"
"Look at her!"
"On what grounds can someone like this join the Knights of the Round Table!"
"She probably can—"
Mélusine was about to say something, but Ian spoke first.
He continued:
"I can feel it. This is a Knight of the Round Table whom Artoria would acknowledge."
"It's just that..."
Ian's hand rested on Excalibur at his waist.
"The reason for her acknowledgement is different from ours."
"Eh?"
Mélusine turned her head in surprise.
"Ian, how did you know?"
"A feeling." Ian's answer was as direct as ever, but at the same time, it didn't feel like an answer at all.
"I just feel that Artoria would accept her."
"..."
Mélusine's silence made Barghest realize the answer.
"Is it true?"
"Was she really acknowledged by the King as a Knight of the Round Table?"
"Yes."
Mélusine confirmed it further.
"What else did you think I went out for?"
"Just for a trip?"
"The King has already acknowledged her, but... it's to have her participate in internal affairs, not to be in charge of training new knights like us."
"It is said she was also granted the name of Bedivere."
"See!"
"This kitty is a real knight too!"
Habetrot said this, and then very naturally took Ian's hand.
"I'm not wasting any more time with you!"
"I'm going to see the King!"
"Let's go, Mr. Nice Guy!"
Saying a nickname she'd come up with at some point, Habetrot left with Ian, heading towards the distant castle.
Leaving only Barghest and Mélusine to stare at each other.
"By the way—" Mélusine spoke first.
"What do you think about the 'illegitimate daughter' rumor now... should we..."
"It's fake!"
"Totally fake!"
Barghest waved her hands.
"The King's wedding should proceed as scheduled!"
"Is that so?"
Mélusine seemed to let out a sigh of relief.
"I think so too."
"Haha."
"Haha." Barghest also let out an incredibly awkward laugh.
"..."
"..."
"So, we're done here?"
"Yeah, let's go."
....
On the other side.
The super-friendly Habetrot trotted all the way, leading Ian along.
After confirming that he was the First Knight of the Round Table, this little catgirl seemed even more audacious than before.
"I'm Habetrot-nyan."
"Knight of the Round Table!"
"This is Ian-nyan, who acknowledged me."
"He's the greatest knight!"
Announcing her identity all the way, Habetrot, as if she were returning to her own home, swaggered into the King's castle with Ian.
Soon, she saw Artoria on the throne.
The latter did not seem surprised by the former's appearance.
But when she saw Ian, an unexpected hint of pleasant surprise appeared in Artoria's eyes.
After all—
According to what had been said earlier, she shouldn't have seen Ian at this time.
"King Arthur-nyan!"
"We meet again-nyan!"
Habetrot waved her hand, not treating Artoria as the supreme King at all.
But rather as a friend of hers who lived in a castle.
"We meet again, Habetrot."
"It seems you and Sir Ian have already met."
"Hehe~"
Habetrot looked very happy.
"This guy is very nice, so we got acquainted right away."
"Mhm, that's good."
"So, shall I get to work now?! The King's measurements are the ones you had Mélusine give me, right?"
"Yes."
"No problem, leave it to me!"
Taking her huge backpack back from Ian, Habetrot found a random room with a table and began to get to work.
Artoria also stood up from her throne and walked towards Ian.
With her hands behind her back, she whispered in his ear:
"Tonight—"
"Let's take a look at the wedding dress together~"