"Ah, this..." Lan Ze looked at the woman in surprise. "Did you awaken some weird quirks?"
"Don't you like it?" Tiamat tilted her head.
"I like it, of course I like it... If the target is me, please turn up the intensity." Lan Ze nodded his head rapidly.
Hearing this, Tiamat lowered her head slightly, pressing her forehead against his chest while fumbling with Lan Ze's belt, seemingly struggling with how it was undone.
"No, stop right now!" Lan Ze cried out symbolically.
Tiamat hesitated for a moment, looking down at her child: "Aaa?"
"Ah, nothing, go ahead, I was just shouting casually..." Seeing Tiamat hesitate, Lan Ze immediately changed his tune.
Then, he thought about it, mustered up his courage, and said, "...Or I can try instead."
It was his first time, and also his first time wanting to experience the difference between being active and passive.
Britain, the royal palace.
Artoria woke up from a dreamscape, sitting at a conference table, sweeping her gaze across the many knights and tribal kings before her.
Listening to their conversation, she wearily rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"King Arthur has reached the age to take a queen. Speaking of which, I have a daughter who just turned eighteen this year, right in the prime of her youth. She has long admired King Arthur. If you don't mind, I will arrange a time another day for her to meet with you..."
"My daughter is twenty this year, lives a secluded life, and is an elegant and gentle young lady..."
"As a queen, one should be able to share heavy burdens for the king. Mentioning this, I think of my daughter, who has followed me since childhood and learned by example. She also has some unique insights into the tactical arrangements of