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

The gentle breeze through the woods caressed your faces, silently telling the story of the passage of time.

Even so, you feel this is one of the few truly wonderful times in your life.

Even as a healthy man, you can't help but feel a flutter in Morgan's heart when you're around him.

Just then, Morgan's hand reached out to yours, gently yet politely.

"Did I scare you just now?" Morgan's voice sounded a little worried.

“Ian, you know, I’m not actually…”

“It’s alright, Your Highness,” Ian replied with a smile. “It is my duty as a knight to help you forget your sorrow for a while.”

Ian's words struck a chord with Morgan.

She hadn't released her inner sadness like this in a long time.

"You are a loyal knight."

Morgan bent down towards the lake in front of him and gently rubbed some of the water with his hand.

Her hands, wet from the lake water, appeared even whiter and smoother.

"I think it's time to reward you."

The next moment, Ian felt a wetness—Morgan's hand touched his cheek.

"Your Highness, you..."

"Don't you like it?" Morgan asked Ian, resting his chin on his other hand.

"Then I can let go now."

"No, that's not what I meant."

“That’s right, isn’t it?” Morgan’s feet gently splashed water.

"But don't blame me for not informing you beforehand, you are my pawn, and everything you can do is still within my control."

"Your Highness, this is somewhat unexpected for me."

“But you don’t want me to let go, do you?” Morgan’s lips curled into a slight smile.

"You said you would be loyal to me in everything, and that I could do whatever I wanted."

"I understand, Your Highness..."

Morgan's fingers were long and delicate, as smooth as the skin on the soles of her feet, and had become incredibly flexible due to her research into magic.

Her fingers rubbed Ian's cheeks back and forth, revealing a warm and nostalgic expression.

“Ian, it seems like it’s been years since we’ve tried something like this, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Ian took a deep breath. “If you remember correctly, the last time I spent with you like this was a long time ago.”

"Vortigern must have shown you quite a few things, right?"

Ian shook his head.

"No."

“That was a reward earned by trampling on the knights of Britain, and I cannot convince myself to accept it.”

Morgan's expression turned somewhat incredulous.

"Ian, do you mean you never accepted Vortigern's reward?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “I never received anything from him.”

Upon hearing this description, the astute Morgan suddenly realized something.

"Then Ian, haven't you been suffering in this situation for years?"

"No, it is not painful for you, Your Highness, to infiltrate here."

"..."

Morgan remained silent for a long time.

Even though she knew Ian would never blame her, she still felt a pang of sadness.

Finally, her lips were no longer tightly closed as before.

"I'm sorry, Ian, it was my unrealistic fantasies that caused you to spend such a long time."

"You regret it, don't you?"

“No,” Ian replied with a smile. “Your Highness, as I said, I will never regret my loyalty to you.”

"Your command is the highest honor for me."

When honors are bestowed, flattery abounds; when times of hardship are over, true loyalty is revealed.

Morgan turned his face away and said in a low, indistinct voice:

"Are you...resenting me? If so, you can just say it now."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

“These things are indeed painful for me,” Ian replied very directly, “but Your Highness, all of this can be changed for you.”

"Your Highness, I will never hold a grudge against you."

"How foolish..."

Morgan turned her face away, but gripped Ian's hand even tighter.

Do you think that this will make me feel guilty for you?

"You are just a pawn in my game."

"Your Highness, of course I understand all of this."

“Then hold me tight,” Morgan whispered. “Ian, you don’t have as many opportunities as you think.”

"If you miss this opportunity, you don't know when the next one will be."

Morgan felt the warmth from Ian.

Ian and her hands were clasped together.

With the princess's permission, the knight finally embraced the one he had been waiting for and protecting. A cool breeze swept through the forest, and everything returned to peace.

"You must be feeling really bad, right?"

Morgan, her legs slightly apart, gently traced her name with her finger on Ian's chest—she felt a little unsettled inside.

Why didn't you explain it to me clearly?

"Because Your Highness, you do not need my suffering."

“Then I now command you,” Morgan said, having written his name. “If you have any ideas in the future, tell me immediately.”

"Then, Your Highness—"

Ian stared directly at Morgan in his arms.

"What if my thought is... I don't accept that you won't get the throne?"

There's something you haven't noticed.

That's when the clear lake water began to show tiny specks of turbidity the moment you uttered those words.

19. Ambition is born from pleasure.

"Ian, what are you saying!"

Morgan stood up, took a few steps to the side, and turned her back to Ian.

"I order you to take back what you just said."

Morgan's words did not deter Ian.

He stood up and went behind Morgan.

"Your Highness, I take back what I just said."

"only--"

"Are you really unwilling to consider this possibility? You were just crying so sadly beneath me, I even felt that the entire forest was weeping because of it."

"Are you trying to teach me how to do things?!"

Morgan turned around and said anxiously.

"Don't forget, you're just a pawn I can discard at any time! And now you dare to turn around and boss me around?"

“Your Highness, I am indeed a pawn you can discard at any time,” Ian said very sincerely.

"But at the same time, I am also a knight who admires you."

“I can’t bear to see you so upset. I think you deserve all of this.”

"Ian, I won't allow you to say such things!"

Morgan trembled as his sore spot was touched.

Kneel, kneel down!

Although you knew it was just Morgan saying it out of anger, you still knelt before her as she demanded.

You remain silent, like a stone statue.

Seeing you like this, Morgan realized he had once again betrayed your loyalty.

She wanted to try to salvage the situation.

“Um, Ian, that’s not what I meant.” Morgan tilted his head slightly. “I didn’t mean to make you…”

Before Morgan could finish speaking, Ian interrupted:

“Your Highness, you don’t need to explain anything to me. I am your knight, and it is perfectly reasonable for you to ask me to do anything.”

"I will have no complaints."

Ian's nonchalant attitude made Morgan feel even more guilty.