"You..."
Mélusine looked at Baobhan Sith, her lips trembling slightly.
"What are you talking about?"
"What I'm talking about isn't important. What's important is what you think this is—"
A flirtatious glint flashed in Baobhan Sith's eyes, as if she were both teasing and sizing up Mélusine's thoughts.
"Mélusine, as long as you believe you're making a contribution to Britain, what need is there to mind what you're actually doing?"
"Tell me, isn't that right?"
"..."
Before Mélusine could finish, Ian had already scooped her up and thrown her over his shoulder.
After a glance at Baobhan Sith, the dragon strode directly into the depths of the castle with the still-struggling Mélusine.
Watching this scene, a charming smile couldn't help but spread across Baobhan Sith's face.
"Yes, just like that."
Baobhan Sith wagged her finger.
"If I were completely free of these kinds of restraints, even I..."
....
On the other side.
Mélusine was struggling at first, but she soon quieted down considerably.
She realized that Ian wasn't as hasty as she had imagined, and in fact...
...he didn't seem to have that kind of intention at all.
He simply carried her up towards the top of the castle until they reached the highest point.
It was a tower in Camelot Castle. From here, one could not only see all the streets of Camelot but even the distant horizon.
In any case—
This place had absolutely nothing to do with what Baobhan Sith had just said.
And before Mélusine could say anything, she, who had just been on the dragon's shoulder, was now gently placed back on the ground.
"..."
For some reason, Mélusine felt a slight sense of disappointment in her heart.
As if, had things gone according to Baobhan Sith's words, she might have found more pleasure.
However—
Mélusine also sensed something different about Ian.
He... seemed to have something he wanted to say.
"Ian, you..."
"Shh—"
The moment Mélusine started to speak, she was interrupted by Ian.
"Wait a moment."
"..."
Mélusine rarely heard Ian say such words.
Coupled with her earlier feeling, she quickly realized he was preparing something.
"..."
Then I'll wait.
Mélusine said to herself, but at the same time, she began to look forward to his "preparation."
Although this guy certainly didn't understand romance, but...
...maybe there was an exception?
However—
The reality seemed intent on extinguishing Mélusine's fantasies.
She and Ian waited in the tower for a long time, but the thing he mentioned never appeared.
It was as if there was nothing at all.
This couldn't help but make Mélusine wonder if she had developed some unrealistic fantasies about him.
"Ian, did you really prepare something?" Mélusine couldn't help but ask.
"Just a little longer."
The dragon's reply was no different from before.
But his gaze outwards had become a little more urgent, as if he were searching for something he needed.
"..."
Watching Ian's earnest efforts, Mélusine, though she had much more to say, held it all back.
At the very least... I should figure out what this dense dragon is thinking first. Otherwise, wouldn't this whole trip have been for nothing?
Clinging to a final shred of hope, Mélusine waited patiently—which was not an easy task for her, given her impatient nature.
And after such a long wait, what Mélusine finally received was not the outcome she had been hoping for.
Instead, it was...
Rain?
That's right.
After waiting here with Ian for so long, what Mélusine finally saw was rain.
It wasn't a common sight in the scorching summer, but it was perfectly normal.
This time, Mélusine couldn't sit still any longer.
"No, Ian!"
"Did you bring me all the way here just to watch this weird rain?!"
"..."
The dragon didn't answer Mélusine's question. Instead, he swept her into his arms.
Then, he was seen holding Mélusine as he shot out of the tower where they had been.
A black shadow flashed across the sky.
The magic dragon revealed his true form—a massive body with a pair of wrathful horns, adorned with intricate patterns never before seen in the history of Britain.
"What on earth are you doing?"
Held in the arms of the transformed Ian, Mélusine was completely bewildered.
She found she couldn't understand Ian's intentions at all, nor did she know what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go.
Still no answer.
The only thing that changed was Mélusine feeling herself being tossed onto the dragon's back.
It was a place few had ever mounted—after all, since Artoria had married Ian, she effectively held the "exclusive rights" to this place.
Putting me here now, is it for...
Mélusine didn't have much time to think.
Because Ian's flying speed was simply too fast. In all of Camelot, only she, who could manifest wings, could match him.
"You idiot, what are you trying to do!"
Mélusine shielded her eyes with her hand.
Amidst the driving wind and rain, she could no longer tell where she was.
But Mélusine's words had little effect.
Ian continued to fly.
Mélusine only felt herself getting farther and farther from the grounds of Camelot.
"What are you trying to do—"
Mélusine shouted this one last time, then suddenly realized Ian had stopped.
"ROAR—"
The dragon's roar made Mélusine open her eyes again.
What met her gaze was an unexpected sight.
"A rainbow...?"
The rain, at some unknown point, had completely stopped.
Just as Mélusine had marveled, after such a risky maneuver, the true answer Ian wanted to present was the seven-colored rainbow before her.
It was an existence even more beautiful than the rainbow she had seen that other day.
"..."
A blush spread across Mélusine's face.
"Ian, you... was this what you actually wanted to show me?"
"ROAR—!"
The black dragon soared through the sky, his massive wings beating out powerful gusts of wind.
Ian circled in the air with Mélusine, as if afraid she would miss seeing this incredibly beautiful rainbow.
"..."
Mélusine slowly lay down on his back, feeling a joy she had never experienced before.
"Ian..."
"I've seen enough of the rainbow now."
"Next..."
The swordswoman's delicate hand caressed the dragon's scales.
"Let me see something else."
"The things that belong to you..."