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

She eventually bent down and helped Ian up.

"I'm sorry, Ian."

“I don’t mean to blame you, but what you just said was really too much… I can’t accept this.”

"Then, Your Highness—"

Ian's gaze was direct and sharp.

"Can you accept the fact that you cannot become king?"

Ian may not be the person who knows Morgan best.

But he must be the one who knows the princess's pain best.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Morgan's face turned very ugly, but because of what had just happened, she did not let her temper run wild again.

"Ian, so what if I can't accept it?"

“Then overthrow all of this,” Ian said firmly.

"You want to defy your father?"

Ian shook his head.

"Not really."

"Since Britain will always have a king, why not you?"

“Because my father said I would not be that king.” Morgan looked at his hands, his eyes filled with utter desolation.

“Ian, you should know this better than I do.”

“But even a king can make mistakes,” Ian continued. “Your Highness, are you really willing to admit that this child you’ve never met can replace you?”

"But what if she really is more capable than me?"

“Then she will cease to exist,” Ian said, enunciating each word clearly.

"That way, no one will be more capable than you."

Morgan was stunned by your statement.

She looked at you repeatedly, trying to make sure you were just being sarcastic.

But she soon realized that you were serious and seemed absolutely determined.

“Ian, do you know what you’re saying?” Morgan stared intently at the man before her with her azure eyes.

"I'll allow you to take that back now; I can pretend I didn't hear it."

“Your Highness, I know.” Ian said without hesitation, “Since I cannot get rid of Vortigern for you, I will at least get rid of the person who is vying with you for the throne.”

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Morgan gasped.

She knew that Ian was not a ruthless person—he could not forget the knights he had killed when he was under Vortigern's command and they had temporarily clashed with him, so what would he do now?

It's all for myself.

"Ian, do you really need to go this far?"

Morgan touched her own hand, and she could still feel a trace of the other person's residual warmth.

"If you were just temporarily blinded by desire, I can forgive you this time."

"After all, you did waste a period of your time for no reason because of me."

Ian shook his head.

"Princess."

"I do have an insatiable desire for you, and I have hoped that you could satisfy me."

"But I also yearn for your vision—I hope to see the moment you come to Britain."

"..."

Morgan remained silent for a long time.

“Ian, do you really think I have that ability? Even though Father once told you that.”

“Your Highness, if I didn’t believe you could do it, you wouldn’t be sharing pleasure with me in this forest right now.”

“Let me think about it,” Morgan replied.

"Ian, come keep me company."

You and Morgan sat down under a tree by the lake.

Seeing her deep in thought, you felt a profound and unprecedented sense of connection.

You silently observed all of this until she turned around and warned you to stop staring at her.

But despite the warning, you find Morgan holding your hand.

You realize that she, in thinking about these things, is actually somewhat afraid.

You held her hand tightly to reassure her that she shouldn't be nervous.

She didn't get an answer immediately.

That night, unable to sleep, Morgan used you, sitting next to him, as a pastime.

Your fingers were gently manipulated by her fingers.

At dawn, she finally fell into a deep sleep, leaning on your shoulder.

You couldn't bear to wake her, so you silently protected her.

Morgan woke up in the afternoon.

After seeing you protect her like a soldier, she once again allowed you to do something.

After enjoying yourselves on the grass for a while, you tidied your clothes and prepared to set off again.

You brought her a warhorse and helped her mount it.

The horses' hooves pounded silently on the forest path; you had reached the edge of the forest and were preparing to return to the royal court.

At that moment, Morgan stopped his warhorse.

"Ian."

"exist."

"Out of this forest..." Morgan looked back at the beautiful scenery of the forest.

"There is no turning back for us."

"You really won't regret betraying your father for someone like me?"

Ian smiled.

"Your Highness, once you've made your decision, I will never regret it."

"Really? I hope you're not lying to me."

As the two men chatted casually, the warhorse gradually emerged from the forest.

Only the murky waters of the lake silently testified to Morgan's ambition, aroused by pleasure.

20. The capital city, where everything has changed.

[Having walked the familiar path, you returned to the capital.]

Although it was much later than expected, no one raised any questions about it.

The residents of the capital applauded Morgan's return, while also feeling a bit curious about you, who was with her.

Sitting astride your warhorse, facing those gazes, you suddenly realize something.

That is to say, communication in Britain was not as convenient as one might imagine.

News from the front lines indicates it will take a long time to reach the capital.

You realize there's some exploitable value in this.

You looked at Morgan and noticed that Morgan was also looking at you.

You exchanged glances, realizing you both understood something, but due to your apparent positions, you knew now was not the time to speak.

“Ian, come to my room tonight.”

Morgan said this calmly, then refused the royal guards' offer to lead the way, choosing to ride back alone.

"Excuse me, would you like me to show you the way? Your Highness's guest." The guard asked cautiously.

Several years have passed since Ian left the capital. Although everything in the capital seems unchanged, he doesn't recognize any of the guards anymore.

Things have changed, but people are no longer the same; perhaps this is the best way to describe this feeling.

“Thank you for your kindness, but I don’t need it,” Ian said with a smile.

“I am very familiar with this place.”

"besides--"

Ian drew the sword from his waist; it gleamed silver in the sunlight.

"I am not Her Highness's guest."

“I am her knight.”

[The "Innate Affinity & Persistence" has been replaced with "Affinity & Knightly Aura."]

[Innate Affinity & Knightly Aura Activated: Although this is the first time the guard has seen you, the aura emanating from you makes him feel that you are extraordinary, and he has no doubt about the identity you have given.]

He looked at you with admiration and announced it to his companions.

Soon, your identity was confirmed because of this propaganda.

They made way for you, watching you leave.