In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

You're willing to pay any price just to let these things disappear without a trace.

You no longer reacted to the stones thrown at your face, nor answered any of the knights' questions.

[In their eyes, you are like a stubborn stone statue; they simply cannot imagine what King Vortigern did to you to make you so resolute.]

Only you know that your silence wasn't for Vortigern's sake, but for the princess you were loyal to.

[But this misunderstanding isn't necessarily a bad thing for you—as long as everyone associates you with Vortigern, no one will ever think of Morgan.]

[In just a few days, the other knights have come to believe you are a monster excessively influenced by Vortigern, and everyone has given up interrogating you, awaiting further news.]

You accepted this fate without complaint.

Good fortune always awaits at the end of bad luck.

A rumor spread from Vottigan's army to the British army.

Several knights were gathered together discussing a widely circulated rumor.

"Have you heard? The reason Vortigern withdrew his troops overnight was because of the Princess!"

"What...what's going on?"

"It must be true, right? I heard that the princess stormed in all by herself that day and even stabbed Vortigern!"

"Wow, she's that amazing! No wonder she's a princess! I wonder why our king transferred her away from the front lines. If she were here, we would definitely be invincible!"

"Indeed... But the king is probably also afraid that the princess will get hurt. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, she should be the one to inherit Britain in the future."

"A valiant and skilled new king? How exciting! Vortigern must have retreated out of fear!"

"Hmm...that makes sense. It would be great if we could convey our opinions to the King."

Hearing the knights discussing amongst themselves, Ian felt a surge of joy.

This is the magic Morgan cast on the sword taking effect—you, who infiltrated the enemy camp at night, are mistaken for her.

In the eyes of these knights who were unaware of the truth, she had already established an image of being brave and skilled in battle.

If every knight could hear these rumors, perhaps...

and many more.

Ian suddenly realized something.

Vortigern clearly didn't mistake himself for Morgan!

Could it be that he...

[You've realized Vortigern's plan—knowing the truth, he wants to spread rumors among the British knights, which could very well send Morgan to the front lines once again.]

This time, Vortigern would not give Morgan any more chances. Under his command, annihilation was the only outcome for the British army.

You know you can't just sit and wait to die. You can accept being humiliated in every way, but you absolutely cannot allow Morgan's safety to be threatened in any way.

[The silent you, in the eyes of the British knights, began to roar.]

[Talent Affinity - Evil Activated: Your near-mad behavior has drawn everyone's attention; every knight present knows you want to see the princess.]

This news spread through the British army at an unimaginable speed.

12. Before the white dragon is seen, its claws and teeth are severed.

The news spread like wildfire through the British army.

Everyone knew that the White Dragon's henchmen wanted to see the British princess.

[Genius Affinity - Evil Has Been Activated: Many people began to speculate about your reasons for wanting to see the princess, and ultimately they concluded that you were enraged by being defeated by Morgan too many times.]

Every knight who encountered you tried to verify the accuracy of this claim with you, but you offered no answer.

[Because you know that every single thing said about Morgan now is likely to spark a new discussion.]

However, your silence was equally noteworthy, seen as a manifestation of your anger—which further enhanced Morgan's prestige among the British knights.

You returned to your usual silence, waiting for a familiar figure to appear.

Your wait has yielded a good result.

On this day, a knight approached you.

"Get up."

Ian heard the knight speak to him in this way.

He looked at the knight without saying a word, but the knight already knew what Ian was thinking.

After all, recently, this madman has only shown one idea—to meet the princess of Britain.

"You're very lucky; the news somehow got to the princess."

"She is coming."

Upon hearing the news, Ian, who had remained silent until now, suddenly reacted violently, shaking the shackles that had been binding him.

The knight quickly drew his sword and pointed it at Ian.

"Don't move! Be quiet!"

"Let me see the princess...let me see the princess!"

Ian's frenzied state made the knight even more convinced that the rumors were true—Morgan was the sharp blade that cut off the claws and fangs.

After being severed from the white dragon's body, the minions lost their minds.

"Don't worry yet!"

"I'll take you to see the princess now."

For some reason, despite being sworn enemies, the knight felt that this madman was inexplicably pathetic and pitiful.

You have been taken out of the place where you were imprisoned.

Along the way, you sensed the strange looks you received from many knights.

[You know they're doing this because the rumors have come true; Princess Morgan has actually come to check on a former adversary she's defeated countless times.]

However, you weren't happy about that; the real work was yet to come.

"Princess."

The knight spoke with utmost respect.

"I brought him here."

"Yes, step back and let him come in by himself."

A familiar voice came from behind the tent flap, and before the knight beside him could urge him, Ian had already gone in on his own.

There was no one else in the tent.

Only one very familiar figure stood there—that was Morgan.

"Long time no see, Ian."

"Your Highness...it's been a long time."

With that, Ian knelt before Morgan.

Seeing him like this, Morgan's lips curled into a small smile.

To be honest, she misses this gesture a little.

"Ian, do you know?"

"Your surrender always pleases me because it seems utterly worthless, and you're like a desperate businessman trying to sell it to me."

“But my loyalty to you will never change, even if Your Highness doesn’t need it.”

Even as a prisoner, Ian still treated Morgan with the utmost respect.

“Ian, I think I told you I wouldn’t value you.”

Morgan walked up to Ian, his eyes no longer filled with disdain.

"You are just a pawn that I can discard at any time."

“Yes, Your Highness,” Ian replied, “I’ve always known that, but I still want to do something for you.”

“You are the princess I serve, at all times and in all circumstances.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ian felt a tap on his forehead.

Morgan used magic to unlock your shackles.

They fell to the ground with a dull thud, simultaneously announcing your temporary freedom.

“You look much better kneeling like this,” Morgan said.

"A failed assassin."

Ian knew this was referring to his failed assassination attempt on Vortigern—which was what he felt most guilty about.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"I... failed to fulfill your request."

“I had a feeling about this.” Morgan sat back down in his seat. “I never had any expectations of you, so I won’t be disappointed.”

“I don’t think you’re capable of killing Vortigern,”

"But I must say—"

"Your performance was indeed beyond my expectations, and it achieved most of the goals I needed."

"So continue to be used as my pawn. I want to know how much remaining value someone like you has."

You heard Morgan's words and realized she wasn't going to stop.

You recalled what Vortigern had said, and some concerns began to arise in your heart.

As Morgan's most loyal knight, you decide to tell him everything.

[You saw Morgan clench her fists—that's a sign she's unhappy.]

“Ian! Do you, like Vortigern, believe that I will lead the British army to destruction?”