"..."
"..."
Baobhan Sith and Ian just stared at each other.
Her target was, without a doubt, the man right in front of her.
But...
Why did she feel no desire to speak at all?
No.
It wasn't that she couldn't speak, but rather that she "didn't know what to say."
However, while Baobhan Sith couldn't utter a single word, that was not the case for Ian at all.
The moment their eyes met, he grabbed Baobhan Sith's hand.
The next moment, he was pulling her along, running wildly through the streets of Camelot.
"Wait, what are you trying to do?!"
Baobhan Sith tried to pull Ian to a stop, but found she was no match for him at all.
She was dragged all the way into the castle.
Baobhan Sith had a puzzled look on her face.
Because she found the castle was silent, as if... there was no one here at all.
"What happened?" Perceiving the abnormality, Baobhan Sith quickly became cautious. Her intuition was telling her that something had happened.
"This way."
Ian didn't answer Baobhan Sith, but continued walking deeper inside.
Soon, the two of them finally stopped in front of a room.
"..."
"This is—"
Baobhan Sith felt the door before her was somewhat familiar.
She felt she might have seen this door somewhere before, but for a moment, she couldn't be sure.
However, as Ian opened the door, Baobhan Sith quickly understood why it felt familiar.
This...
This was the place where her mother Morgan and Ian had "created" her!
Why are we here? (T/N: Just to suffeeer)
Baobhan Sith could no longer contain the doubt in her heart.
She glared at Ian, shook off his hand, and with her own hands on her hips, she demanded.
"What on earth are you trying to do!"
"You've dragged me all over the place, you at least owe me a reason, right?"
"..."
The dragon turned his head and asked in return.
"Baobhan Sith, do you remember what this place is?"
"Of course I remember."
Baobhan Sith looked at her surroundings.
"This is where Mother did some terrible things with you, right?"
"No... I probably shouldn't call it terrible. If I did, wouldn't that make my existence meaningless?"
"This is a very nice place. Yes, that's right!"
Just as Baobhan Sith gave her answer, she sensed a strange shift in the air.
Wait a minute!
When she turned back, she found Ian had already pounced on her.
Caught completely off guard, Baobhan Sith was pinned onto the bed by Ian.
"..."
The scene she had once anticipated so much was now playing out right before her.
That face, which usually looked at others with a mischievous smile, was now stained crimson with a color called shyness.
"You..."
"..."
Ian didn't say a word.
Just like when he was alone with Morgan, he reached out his hand.
Soon—
The gorgeous dress on Baobhan Sith's body was torn open by an extremely crude method.
"..."
Baobhan Sith felt her heart beat even faster.
She felt like she was dreaming, yet she could also feel a truth that came from the bottom of her heart.
The dragon took a bite.
Baobhan Sith closed her eyes, feeling the obvious chewing.
"Gently... a little gentler..." she couldn't help but murmur.
The dragon's teeth were sharp, but at this moment, Baobhan Sith felt no pain.
After a good while of this gentle nibbling, Baobhan Sith suddenly understood something.
She opened her eyes and looked at the man before her.
And at that very moment, Ian looked back at her.
Their gazes met, but Baobhan Sith was calmer than she had ever been.
She looked at him for a long time before finally uttering a single sentence.
"Did Mother tell you to do this?"
Baobhan Sith didn't say this without reason.
First, she could feel that Ian was acting very strangely.
Specifically, he had been silent the entire way. Usually, even if he grabbed someone's hand like this, he would definitely explain why he was doing it.
This was a dragon who wanted to integrate into Camelot, so he would never do something so unreasonable.
Therefore—
An action like this, attacking her just now, must have a reason behind it.
If she thought about it carefully, the reason wasn't hard to find.
Barghest was gone, Mélusine was gone. The only person who could possibly influence Ian was her mother, Morgan—or more accurately, the letter she had sent back.
"..."
Ian was silent for a long time, clearly not wanting to answer the question.
His hands continued their rough actions.
Baobhan Sith's figure wasn't exceptional, not like Morgan's or Artoria's, which were impossible to fully grasp.
But...
Compared to someone like Mélusine, she still had some advantages.
If it were before, Baobhan Sith might have felt she was making progress.
But now—
The moment she thought this might be a scheme laid by her mother, Baobhan Sith instantly lost all interest.
She used all her strength to block the dragon's hands.
It was hard to say whether it was because he was unwilling to do it in the first place, or because Baobhan Sith's question had made him waver.
The two, who should have had a huge disparity in strength, were now somehow locked in what seemed like a stalemate.
Baobhan Sith pushed Ian's hands back, little by little, until they were a certain distance away from her.
"So—"
"Was this really Mother's arrangement, and not your own choice?"
"Even if..."
A trace of dissatisfaction appeared in Baobhan Sith's eyes.
"...I told you that it's okay to do whatever you want?"
"..."
Ian's expression still didn't change much.
He just continued to look at Baobhan Sith silently. After a long while, he finally nodded.
"Mhm."
"It was Morgan's arrangement."
"She said that this way, you might realize something."
"So, I did as she said."
"..."
So it really was mother's arrangement. Baobhan Sith was not surprised at all.
After all, she felt she had a pretty good understanding of her mother's personality.
Besides, the real issue now was clearly Ian's attitude.
"Then, you yourself don't want to do this at all?"
Baobhan Sith pulled at her already torn clothes, ripping the opening even wider.
"Even now?"
"..."
"Baobhan Sith, you have no scent," Ian replied, exactly the same as before.
"Why don't I have a scent?!"
Baobhan Sith hooked her arms around Ian's neck.
"In that case—"
"You'll just have to teach me how to get one!"