"A blessed child?"
"That sounds quite exciting."
Artoria didn't doubt Morgan's words in the slightest.
"Then what do you plan to do, Sister?"
"If Mélusine is really willing to get pregnant, this would be her first child, right?"
"Will she allow you to do this?"
"And—"
"Speaking of which, how exactly do you bestow blessings upon a child, Sister?"
"Could it be... you've tried it before?"
"If I told you the truth, would you be angry, Artoria?" Morgan said softly.
Artoria shook her head.
"I've already been as angry as I can be, Sister."
"Right now, I just want to know what you'll do."
"..."
Morgan was silent for a moment, then said softly.
"Because I've already tried it on Barghest and Baobhan Sith, little sister."
"As I thought."
"Those two are your children, aren't they?"
Artoria nodded.
"I understand."
"In that case, I am relieved."
"You don't seem to mind this at all, Artoria." Morgan couldn't help but feel a little confused. "This is equivalent to planting my people in your order of knights, isn't it?"
"But nothing happened in the end, did it, Sister?"
"I trust you."
"..."
Looking at Artoria's resolute expression, Morgan's lips moved slightly, but ultimately, she remained silent.
"I understand."
"Then, let's begin later."
....
For Morgan and Artoria, this might have been an experiment born of caution.
But for Mélusine, it was a rare and precious time in her life.
She could be with Ian every day, doing those embarrassing things without any restraints or psychological burdens.
It was just...
A bit taxing on the body.
"Hah."
Another day of hard work.
Mélusine lay on her bed, looking at him beside her, the love in her eyes already impossible to suppress.
"Do you like this?"
She reached out, caressing his cheek, and asked softly.
"What about you?"
Ian took the hand on his face and retorted.
"Do you like this?"
"..."
"Do you really have to ask me that?"
Mélusine mumbled quietly.
"Don't you know it's embarrassing for a girl to talk about such things?"
"Is it?"
"..."
Seeing Ian's sincere face, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with the question he had just asked, Mélusine knew that her words had been basically useless.
She sighed softly, then leaned in close to his ear.
"I... like... it... a... lot—"
What Mélusine didn't expect was that this one sentence seemed to hit Ian's weak spot.
She was immediately pushed down onto the bed once again.
"Ian, what are you doing?"
Looking at the dragon who had become rough again, Mélusine's eyes held both surprise and delight.
"Because I like it too."
"Eh—"
"No, you..."
There was no time to say anything.
There was no need to say anything.
Mélusine gripped the bedsheets beneath her, her legs straightening slightly. Her face became incredibly flushed, like a perfectly ripe apple on a tree.
"Dummy..."
"Don't be in such a hurry."
"There's still plenty of time."
....
Fortune, it seems, always favors those who work hard.
After such a frantic month, Mélusine soon discovered a change in her body.
Without hesitation, she quickly relayed this news to Artoria and Morgan.
"Um, I think I did it..."
"What should I do next?"
As the petite knight asked this question, the two sisters of Britain quickly gave their answer.
"I will have this child tentatively receive the blessing of the Round Table."
Morgan said softly.
"As long as you don't mind, Mélusine."
"..."
Although she had prepared herself mentally, when she actually heard Morgan say this, Mélusine's heart couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Um, will there be any danger?"
"Generally no." Morgan paused. "But I can't guarantee that an existence as special as you won't have some accident that I don't understand."
"Of course."
"If you change your mind now, that's also an option."
"Artoria and I are not devils who drive others to their deaths. We respect your choice."
"Are you afraid?"
Ian took Mélusine's hand.
"If you're scared, then let's forget about it."
"Maybe there's another way."
"..."
"No." Mélusine shook her head.
"I'm not afraid."
"I'm not afraid at all—I've missed out on too many things before. Now, I also want to do something for Camelot."
Her resolve, unchanged by the child.
Artoria knew that she had gained a knight who was absolutely loyal to Camelot.
"I understand."
"Then, I'll be counting on you, Mélusine."
"Let Camelot welcome a new hope."
"Mhm."
Mélusine nodded.
"I understand!"
...
This was, in all of history, Camelot's most significant and boldest experiment.
How exactly could the essence of a "dragon" be integrated into this capital city, and even into the entire land of Britain?
To be honest, Morgan wasn't confident—after all, the previous times she had done such things were all for stealing a man, stealing Camelot, and stealing the throne.
However, she wasn't afraid at all.
Because Morgan knew that her situation was completely different from before.
Someone would help her.
The Witch of Britain thought this, then began to use Mélusine as a "vessel," starting the "modification" of her child.
"Don't be afraid."
"I will do my best to protect you both—just like Ian."
When did she learn to say such things?
Morgan couldn't remember.
But...
It wasn't bad.
Morgan's talent for magecraft was far beyond that of ordinary people.
Even for something that sounded so incredible, it wasn't a difficult task for her at all.
"It seems it wasn't as difficult as I imagined."
Soon, the determination of Mélusine's child's gender and the tentative "modification" were complete.
Artoria personally named the baby girl "Galahad."
Time passed.
Under Morgan's artificial intervention, Mélusine's child was born early.
She was a cute baby girl with pink hair.