"So you're saying—"
"This is also something you have to do to gain 'scent'?"
Inside a restaurant in Camelot, Baobhan Sith looked at the steaming pot before her, and the sizzling flames beneath it.
"Something feels off about this."
Just as Baobhan Sith was complaining.
After the dragon had torn a button from her clothes without things going any further, Baobhan Sith, desperate to learn the truth about the "scent," had been brought here.
"Morgan did this."
"Wh-What!"
As soon as she heard this, Baobhan Sith instantly grew serious.
Her goal, after all, was to become an existence full of "scent" to Ian, just like her mother.
In that case—could something like this be a necessary part of it?
The more she thought about it, the more it mattered. Even though she had never done this kind of thing before, Baobhan Sith began to earnestly work on the food before her.
Of course.
For the owner of the restaurant, this was a rather nerve-wracking affair.
After all, before her were the First Knight of the Round Table, Ian, and the daughter of the famous magus Morgan, Baobhan Sith.
No matter how you looked at it, their presence here was surely a bad omen.
However—
What the owner didn't expect was that Ian, who had only just entered, turned and left as soon as Baobhan Sith got to work in earnest.
"It's just such a simple thing, it's no challenge for me at all..."
As Baobhan Sith said this, she worked even more diligently.
"Um, he's already left."
"Eh, what?!"
Baobhan Sith turned around, only to realize that her target, Ian, had disappeared at some point.
She quickly bid farewell and hurried out after him.
"Wait!"
"Didn't you say you were going to teach me?!"
"How could you just..."
Before Baobhan Sith could finish her sentence, Ian grabbed her hand once again.
Almost exactly like before, Baobhan Sith was led by this fierce dragon, running through the streets.
When they finally stopped, Baobhan Sith found herself in a new place.
This time—
It was an apothecary.
"You..."
Baobhan Sith instantly recognized this incredibly familiar place—it was here that her mother, Morgan, had taught her much of her knowledge about medicines.
"Morgan also worked here."
"..."
Baobhan Sith vaguely realized something.
She walked over to the area that had been left mostly untouched since her mother's departure, gently stroking the surfaces of the bottles and jars.
This time, without a word from the dragon, Baobhan Sith began to organize the items herself.
The process was not long.
Baobhan Sith quickly "took care" of everything.
But this time...
After turning around, she took the initiative and held out her hand to Ian.
"Let's go. Where's the next place?"
"..."
"Follow me."
And so—
Baobhan Sith, who had at first been awkwardly dragged around by Ian, gradually fell into step with her father.
In the library:
Baobhan Sith saw the books her mother had once read carefully, filled with all sorts of bookmarks and notes.
This was something only Morgan could have done.
Although she was a princess who was not highly respected, no one could deny her the right to read.
"Mother read this many books..." Baobhan Sith murmured to herself.
In the marketplace:
Baobhan Sith heard calls from all around.
They were from the common people who had interacted with her mother.
"You must be Lady Morgan's daughter—you really do look just like her."
"Is that so? Thank you for the compliment."
Baobhan Sith replied with poise, but she felt something different in her heart.
Although her mother was of humble status, she had never given up on loving Camelot, on loving Britain. Even if she wasn't respected, she had properly left her own mark.
Ian led Baobhan Sith through one such scene after another.
She, in turn, went from being agitated at the start to gradually growing quiet, and in the end, even a little hopeful.
....
At dusk.
The mellow evening sun shone on the streets of Camelot, painting the castle walls in a layer of gold.
Baobhan Sith and Ian stood there together.
"Are there other places to go?" the young woman asked.
"Yes," Ian replied without hesitation.
"There are many more."
"We still have a long way to go."
"..."
"Is that so?" Baobhan Sith laughed self-deprecatingly. "Then, I don't think we need to go."
"Why?"
Ian looked at Baobhan Sith.
"Didn't you like it?"
"These are all places Morgan walked."
"I did like it."
"But—"
Baobhan Sith met Ian's gaze.
"It's not like I don't understand what you mean."
"Ian, you're trying to use this method to show me what my mother went through, aren't you?"
Baobhan Sith was no fool.
From the restaurant at the beginning, to the apothecary, and then to all the various places after.
They may have been complex and varied, located in different corners of Camelot.
But one thing was absolutely certain.
And that was...
They all belonged to places her mother, Morgan, had once been.
Of course Baobhan Sith understood what this meant—compared to her mother, she still had a long way to go. There was a gap that couldn't be closed so easily.
Only by experiencing these things could one truly possess that so-called "scent," right?
This stupid dragon... the way he expresses things sometimes is actually so gentle. (T/N: ???????? I AM SORRY WHAT. I.. this guy from chapter 1 has had no rizz. Just bro assaulted girls basically, creepily- also ngl, I wonder if Ian has like the power to have every action of his to be interpreted in the best possible way to explain this creepy behavior working)
"I understand what you mean now."
Baobhan Sith sighed.
"I've calmed down now."
"There's still a huge gap between me and my mother—I was too impatient, and I went too far."
"So..."
Baobhan Sith turned her face slightly, looking a little guilty.
"Just give me some time for now."
"I will experience the things my mother experienced, walk the path my mother walked. If I do that... if I do that, I'll definitely have more 'scent' than her, right?"
"Right? That must be it!"
Baobhan Sith's gaze returned to the man before her.
"Will you... give me that?"
"..."
Ian was silent for a long time, looking as if he was sizing Baobhan Sith up.
Suddenly, he spoke again:
"I don't understand what you mean."
"You don't understand what I mean?" Baobhan Sith was stunned for a moment.
"How could you not understand!"
"I don't understand, and that's that—"
"But..."
Before she could react, Baobhan Sith found herself embraced by Ian.
And then came the simple, clear words.
"You... seem to be starting to have a little bit of 'scent'."