"..."
The resentful gaze coming from under the bed allowed Mélusine to pinpoint Baobhan Sith's location with perfect accuracy.
That's right.
At this moment, she was lying under there, completely still.
That resentful gaze seemed to be saying one thing:
"Why did you bring Artoria in?!"
"..."
Mélusine's throat bobbed slightly.
She felt that Baobhan Sith's situation was a bit pitiful, but at the same time... it was also hilarious!
"You're really hiding here... I've got to hand it to you."
"I don't care, just get Artoria out of here, quickly!"
Baobhan Sith looked at Mélusine with a resentful expression.
"Didn't you promise to help me?"
"How am I supposed to help you with this..."
Despite saying that, seeing Baobhan Sith lying there motionless, Mélusine couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity.
After all, she had been in such an embarrassing situation herself.
"Alright, I'll try my best."
"But I'm telling you now, you'd better not get your hopes up—I have no idea what Artoria will think."
"Just try first, and we'll see."
"Mhm, true."
Mélusine responded to Baobhan Sith and walked towards where Artoria and Ian were.
At this moment, the King of Camelot, who had already been unwrapped by the dragon, had a dazed look on her face.
However, upon seeing Mélusine approach, Artoria paused slightly.
"What is it, Mélusine?"
Being looked at like this by Artoria, the petite swordswoman, whose mind was already in a state of chaos, suddenly felt an even more terrifying impact.
She felt a pang of guilt.
After all, Artoria's attitude towards her could already be considered extremely friendly.
"N-Nothing, I didn't say anything."
After saying this, Mélusine prepared to turn around and see if she could discuss another plan with Baobhan Sith.
However, what she didn't expect was that just as she was about to retreat dejectedly, Artoria suddenly grabbed her hand.
"You definitely have something on your mind, don't you?"
Artoria, who had long since learned to read people, saw through Mélusine's heart with a single glance.
"Don't hide it, okay?"
"..."
Mélusine was rendered speechless.
Her final struggle consisted of only one phrase.
"No, it's nothing!"
Mélusine shook her head, not realizing that something even more intense was yet to come.
Ian, who had been enjoying Artoria as his meal, suddenly stood up.
Even though his mouth still bore many traces of Artoria, he walked straight towards Mélusine.
Soon, under Artoria's watchful gaze, he seized Mélusine, who was trying to escape.
Like a tamed lion, he brought her back before his wife, Artoria.
"I knew I could count on you."
Artoria looked at the captured Mélusine and couldn't help but praise Ian.
"This way of handling things is certainly much faster."
"Mhm, this is how it must be done."
"Mélusine likes to run away."
"I see, so that's how it is."
"No!"
Listening to the back-and-forth between Artoria and Ian, Mélusine became even more flustered.
"You two..."
"Come now, don't be shy."
Artoria didn't wait for Mélusine to finish, but immediately employed Ian's "conquest method."
Her body, now fully mature, joined the dragon in a pincer attack.
She was on the bottom, the dragon was on top, and Mélusine was the filling in between.
"Damn it—"
Feeling Artoria's ample bosom, Mélusine suddenly realized why she was being so generous.
This was actually a show of force!
Using her most advantageous feature to demonstrate the disparity between them.
Damn it...
How are they so big...
How did she even manage that...
Mélusine squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her breathing become difficult.
Meanwhile, Ian looked at Artoria without saying a word, but she seemed to understand his meaning completely and spoke:
"We can give it a try..."
"I... haven't tried it like this before either—if it's interesting enough, it's not out of the question to call my sister over next time."
The King of Camelot spoke such outrageous words, but her hands never stopped caressing her lover.
She found that Ian was right.
Often, if one let go of their hostility towards others, things would become completely different.
Take now, for instance...
If it were like before, and she had maintained her hostility towards Mélusine, then all that would be in her heart right now would be endless resentment and ceaseless worry.
But by treating Mélusine as a friend, the situation immediately became amicable.
However, while Artoria was thinking this, it was a completely different story for Mélusine.
Feeling their combined body heat, she felt as if her head was about to burn up.
No...
Why...
Why do I like this feeling of being sandwiched...
But...
I only wanted one person...
"Here comes Ian~" Before Mélusine could sort out the confusion in her heart, Artoria's voice sounded in her ear.
"Wait, you two..."
Too late.
By the time she said that, it was already too late.
Right in front of Artoria, Mélusine also became the dragon's target.
It's just that the former was food, while the latter...
...had a purpose that was much harder to speak of.
"You seem even more exaggerated than me, Mélusine."
"But Artoria's is warmer," Ian replied.
"..."
Mélusine was utterly speechless.
She had never intended for things to be like this, to be the center of a threesome—that was not what she wanted.
But...
It wasn't so bad, either.
And speaking of which...
Mélusine noticed an unexpected boon.
With her joining in, Artoria and Ian's attention was now completely focused on this party of three.
The space under the bed where Baobhan Sith was had become a completely unguarded zone.
She...
...was crawling out!
"Honestly..."
Baobhan Sith slipped to the door with a resentful look on her face.
She looked at the chaotic scene in the room, where there was absolutely no chance for her to insert herself.
She clenched her fists.
"Damn it!"
"I knew this girl was completely unreliable! Can't count on her at all!"
"If that's the case—"
The image of her mother, Morgan, appeared in Baobhan Sith's mind.
"I'll have to go to her."