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

"Your Highness, I don't think so."

Ian said it with absolute honesty.

"On the contrary, I think you are the most suitable person to lead the British army."

"But that is precisely why I am worried that you will suffer unnecessary losses in the process—losses for the whole of Britain."

Upon hearing this, Morgan turned his head away.

"Ian, do you really think so?"

“Yes, Your Highness, my heart has always been the same. The place where you are is the true Britain.”

"..."

Morgan remained silent for a long time before giving a self-deprecating laugh.

“Ian, you don’t understand anything at all.”

“I…have never been recognized in the way you described. This is the first time I’ve felt the call of the masses, and I can’t give it up.”

“I must demonstrate my abilities to my father, make him realize my worth, instead of…”

Morgan did not continue speaking.

It seemed there were some things she was unwilling to tell Ian in front of her.

However, Ian didn't care that Morgan was hiding something from him—he only cared about the safety of the princess he served.

King Futigeng was by no means a mediocre person.

Engaging him in a military confrontation is no easy task.

Fortunately, Ian had thought everything through before meeting Morgan—he had found a way.

“Your Highness, you don’t actually need to confront Vortigern head-on to prove yourself to the King.”

"In what way?"

"That is to play my final role as a chess piece."

Ian took a deep breath and spoke as calmly as possible.

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

“Your Highness, if you bring me before the King, then kill me, who is known as the White Dragon's Claw.”

"In this way, your remarkable achievements will surely be recognized by the king."

13. My life will end with your arrival.

Morgan heard you.

You realize that deep down you still hope Morgan will show even a hint of wanting you to stay.

But things didn't go as planned. She didn't give you a look of pity; she remained as indifferent as ever, as if you had simply told her something perfectly ordinary.

Although you were somewhat saddened, you quickly accepted it all with equanimity.

A knight has no right to ask anything of the one he serves.

"Ian."

Morgan's deep blue eyes reflected Ian's figure before her.

Do you know what your words just now meant?

“Yes, Your Highness.” Ian nodded. “I understand what all this means.”

"My life will be brought to an end by Your Highness."

"..."

Morgan paused for a moment before slowly speaking:

"Ian, are you trying to make me feel guilty this way?"

“No.” Ian shook his head. “I know that Your Highness would never feel guilty because of me.”

"I just want to do what you said, to make the most of my last role as a chess piece, so that my life can burn until the very last moment."

“Your Highness, I truly believe that Britain belongs to you, and there is no other choice.”

Morgan doesn't doubt your words.

She knows your loyalty to her, and she knows you are truly capable of doing something like this.

But she was still hesitating about something.

[You were pondering whether that mattered to you, and Morgan confirmed it for you.]

"Ian, do you really think your death will bring that much value?"

Morgan's expression was very complicated.

"Aren't you... overestimating yourself?"

"Your Highness, although you may not believe all of this, I still want to tell you."

"In the eyes of anyone other than you, I am already Vortigern's henchman. Countless British knights have fallen at my hands. I am already the enemy that all knights agree on."

"And Your Highness—"

Ian raised his head and looked directly at Morgan, his eyes filled with loyalty and determination.

"The invincible princess of Britain; and an unstoppable blade on the battlefield."

"It would be the will of the people if you were to execute me, and every knight would be very happy to see that."

"When my head falls, they will raise their swords and shout your name, and the wise king will realize that your talent is not just empty talk, and you will surely make Britain continue to shine."

Vortigern said that Morgan was not fit to be a queen and that she was not worthy to be his opponent.

But Ian didn't believe it.

In his eyes, there was no one in all of Britain more suitable to ascend the throne than Morgan.

“Ian, don’t you regret doing this?” Morgan asked again.

“I will never regret it,” Ian replied without hesitation. “Since I swore allegiance to you, I have never regretted it.”

"..."

Morgan remained silent for a long time.

“I understand, Ian.”

“I will cut off your head in front of my father and then bury it in the ground beneath my feet.”

No one knows about the promise you made that day.

Morgan used the excuse that he wanted to bring you before King Uther for trial to accompany you alone on your journey.

No one was worried about this, because in their eyes, you were Morgan's complete defeated foe, and there was no way you could ever harm Morgan.

[During this journey, without anyone else joining you, you and Morgan continue to interact as a princess and a knight.]

You held her horse's stirrups and took care of her throughout the journey.

This makes you feel like you've gone back to the past.

at night.

"Your Highness, here, this is your share."

Ian respectfully handed the grilled fish to Morgan.

After receiving the grilled fish, the latter asked with slight surprise, "Ian, you can do this too?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “Your Highness, I am of humble birth, so I naturally know how to handle the fish I catch.”

"But--"

Morgan looked at the fish he had speared with a branch in his hand, and then at the fish that Ian had made in the same way.

"Why... is your portion so small?"

Just as Morgan had remarked, even though they were both grilled fish, his portion was much larger than Ian's.

In response to Morgan's question, Ian simply smiled and replied:

"Your Highness, you are the future Queen of Britain."

"Everything on this land belongs to you, and I merely brought it to you according to your needs. How can you be so ungrateful as to presume to take it?"

"I am already extremely fortunate that you have allowed me to do this."

“Ian…” Morgan held the grilled fish, curled up his legs, and stared at the campfire in front of him, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Do you really believe I can become the King of Britain?

"Your Highness, it's not just belief, it's certainty."

Ian chased away the flying insects that had gathered around the campfire for Morgan.

"You are the owner of Britain's future and the king recognized by this nation. All knights will be honored by your presence."

"But you're the only one who's ever said that to me..."

The campfire reflected a red sea in Morgan's eyes, casting a faint white tinge around her eyes.

She seemed a little tired.

"Someone will always be the first, and they will never be the last."

Ian expressed his understanding in this way, his eyes shining as if he were describing a future that had already become a reality.

"I was just lucky enough to be chosen as the first by you, Your Highness. My death will earn you even more loyalty."

But all of those—

Morgan turned to look at Ian beside him and saw a face that still trusted him completely, but it was now covered with scratches left by pebbles.

Morgan realized that this seemed to be the first time he had noticed these things—Ian truly believed in him with his life, thus enduring countless insults and misunderstandings.