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

You and Morgan continue to execute the plan.

[You concealed the true reason for your return to the capital from everyone, and began to feign compliance with the victor's strategy.]

You and Morgan, each on your own warhorse, began scattering gold coins along the roadside.

Everyone has been deceived by your actions. The narrative of your triumphant return is spreading throughout the capital, almost as if it were the truth.

More and more bards are singing poems praising King Uther in the streets, and the aroma of wine often wafts through the alleyways on a sunny day.

[But you know it's all an illusion.]

Morgan was well aware of this as well.

You meticulously carried out each step of the plan, keeping the news under wraps, for fear of any mishap.

You both become increasingly aware of each other's importance in the plan, and you realize more and more that your fates are now intertwined like a rope.

This takes your relationship a step further in an indescribable direction.

By day, you are noble princesses and loyal knights.

At night, you are secret lovers, your passion ignited like dry tinder.

Morgan finds pleasure in playing with every part of your body; this is one of the few relaxing moments of her day.

However, things can't always go so smoothly.

A silent danger is creeping in.

sunset.

The last rays of sunlight cast their final shadows across the land of the capital, their orange-red glow enveloping the land that had witnessed the passage of time.

Ian was watching all of this.

He stood before the city gate where he had left the capital years ago—and it still stands there today.

Everything seems unchanged, yet everything is already different.

Looking at the avenue in the twilight, Ian's mind was filled with many thoughts.

However, he was not confused at all and knew what he should do now.

A running figure appeared not far away.

The seasoned veteran Ian immediately recognized that it was a knight returning from the front lines.

He became alert.

"Halt." Ian stopped the knight, then asked knowingly, "Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

The knight was intimidated by Ian's aura.

He immediately pulled on the reins, stopped the horse, and then said anxiously:

"There's an urgent matter at the front! I need to report to Her Highness immediately!"

"..."

Ian's heart skipped a beat, but he tried his best to remain calm on the surface.

"What is it?"

[Talent - Knightly Aura Triggered: Despite being instructed to inform Princess Morgan immediately, the knight before you, under the influence of your aura, still tells you the matter.]

You learned from him that things were going badly at the front.

You realize this is extremely dangerous for both you and Morgan in every sense of the word.

If bad news from the front lines spreads to the capital, the identities you and Morgan have painstakingly fabricated will crumble in an instant.

You absolutely cannot allow that to happen—no one can take away what Morgan deserves.

[Your murderous intent surged.]

You lured the knight into the shadows and pierced his heart with your sword.

You cleaned up all traces and let his warhorse gallop away into the distance, never to return, under your watchful gaze.

No one knows what you've done, but you understand that further action is needed.

You remain vigilant about everything around you until night falls.

Avoiding everyone else's attention, you went to Morgan's room and told her everything.

"Sure enough, he still came."

Morgan remained calm.

This was an inevitable part of the plan she and Ian had devised together.

"Ian, have you cleaned it up?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “It’s already buried. No one will find it.”

Upon hearing this, Morgan's expression became somewhat complicated.

She bit her lip tightly, her azure eyes revealing waves of heartache.

She reached out and touched Ian's face, gently wiping away the tiny bloodstains.

"Sorry, I've made you do this kind of thing again, attacking your colleagues."

“It’s alright.” Ian smiled slightly. “I am already a sinner. Being able to play my part as a pawn for Your Highness is the most meaningful moment of my life.”

"Ian, you mustn't say that."

Morgan stared at the man who was much taller than him, yet was willing to kneel before him and serve him.

She gently stroked his weathered face.

"It is precisely because you are my pawn that you must obey my commands."

"Therefore, without my order, I will not allow you to die."

"My Lady Princess..."

Feeling the other person's caress on his cheek, Ian felt a flutter in his heart, but he did not stop thinking about it.

"But we need to have a further plan, right?"

“Hmm.” Morgan nodded.

"Of course -"

“Ian, I want to kill that offspring.”

22. The knight should do dishonorable things for the princess.

It has finally come to this.

Ian looked at Morgan in front of him and remained silent.

This attitude made Morgan pinch his cheek, and she spoke in a displeased tone:

"What? Ian, are you planning to reject me?"

“No.” Ian smiled slightly. “Your Highness, I have never refused your orders, have I?”

"Then why don't you speak?"

"It's a bit unexpected that Your Highness only thought of this now."

Morgan turned his face away and replied to Ian in a rather helpless tone.

"Isn't this just obvious? No matter what, they are still people of the same clan as me, with the same blood flowing through their veins."

"If possible—"

"I don't want to do it either."

Ian nodded.

"Yes, Your Highness, you are indeed at your wit's end."

"Then, leave this disgraceful matter to me."

“That offspring is not related to me by blood, I will not show any mercy.”

“Hmm.” Morgan took Ian’s hand.

"You have to be careful... You're all I have left, you can't let anything happen to you."

Out of caution, Morgan only had Ian as his absolutely loyal knight.

No one doubted this – because the two showed a great deal of discretion in public.

No one could have imagined that the elegant princess and the dashing knight would have such an inappropriate and unseemly relationship in private.

"I will, Your Highness, thank you for your concern."

"Hmm." Morgan seemed to be in a much better mood.

She stood up and turned around in front of Ian.

"Ian, do you notice anything different about me today?"

“Yes, Your Highness,” Ian nodded and replied.

"The cuffs of your clothes have been altered a bit. Judging from the unprecedented way the needle and thread are woven, it must have been sewn by a new maid."

"The belt around your waist has been cut by about one-eighth, and I think you look slimmer than before."

"It seems that all the extra embellishments on your skirt have been removed, but I don't quite understand why you did that yet."

After hearing Ian's conclusions, Morgan's face was filled with surprise.

"Ian, how did you know? What have you been doing spying on me all this time?"

“No.” Ian shook his head. “Because Her Highness asked me to answer what was different about today, I tried my best to think about it.”

“Then you should leave something for me to reveal to you.” Morgan put his hands on his hips.

"I am angry."

"Today, I'm going to punish you properly."