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

"Your Highness, I'm coming in."

After Ian finished speaking, he went inside.

Almost simultaneously, the door slammed shut as soon as he entered the room.

Morgan emerged from the shadows.

Tonight, the princess is dressed only in a thin white veil, an outfit that seems out of place for autumn.

Moonlight streamed through the glass window, quietly falling on her flawless skin and highlighting the hazy yet almost perfect curves of her body.

She walked towards Ian step by step until she forced him onto the bed.

She leaned down, one hand supporting herself near Ian's ear, the other pinching his cheeks, her right knee, clad in a thin gauze dress, resting on the soft bed.

"Ian, why are you so late today? Where have you been?"

"Your Highness, something slightly unexpected has happened."

[You explained to Morgan, in a muffled voice, about encountering Atoris while burying the traces.]

You didn't hide any details from her.

[Including but not limited to his delicate, almost androgynous appearance, and his extremely polite manner of speaking.]

Morgan temporarily released his grip after hearing your words.

However, her knees only became more aggressive.

"Why do I hear that tone of yours?"

Morgan looked at Ian beneath her, a hint of resentment in her azure eyes.

"It seems like you really admire that person?"

“Your Highness, I confess to you.” Ian raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Atolis does indeed fit my personal understanding in many ways.”

"But I need to emphasize to you that he was a genuine man, and my desire will only burn on you, Your Highness."

Morgan's lips curled into a small smile.

Her knees sank slightly into the bed—it seemed they should have been on somewhere else.

“Ian, you’re getting more and more outspoken.”

"That is all thanks to Your Highness's magnanimity."

"I see?" Morgan slowly lowered his body and pressed against Ian's chest.

This princess, who was usually difficult to approach, was now listening to the heartbeat of the knight beneath her.

Her fingers traced lightly on the other person's collarbone as she spoke softly.

"So... you disposed of him?"

"Your Highness, Artorias's situation is rather special."

Ian readily placed his hand on Morgan's waist.

It was a size so slender it was captivating.

"We can't kill him right now, otherwise it will be even more difficult to deal with if he doesn't return before the agreed date."

"So what do you plan to do?" Morgan asked again.

"Well, actually he's planning to treat me to a meal tomorrow, and I want to take this opportunity to learn more about him."

"is it?"

Morgan raised his head slightly and looked at Ian.

A hint of controlling desire had crept into those beautiful blue eyes.

"Ian, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"You should know how painful it would be for me to betray you."

“Your Highness,” Ian said, not avoiding Morgan’s gaze, “though saying this might make you think I’m being ungrateful.”

“But my body and soul belong to you. I am willing to assassinate anyone in this world for you, and I am willing to give up my life for you.”

"Just ask——"

"Who is more loyal to you than I am?"

After hearing this, Morgan lowered his knees slightly on the bed, no longer as stiff as before.

This made her slightly separate her legs, as if she were riding a warhorse.

"Yes, what you said does make a bit of a point."

"However, Ian, there's something I want to tell you."

"Your Highness, what is it?"

“It’s just—” Morgan’s fingers traced across Ian’s cheek.

"You belong to me not only in body and soul."

"Tonight, I want you to be my best warhorse, understand?"

"...Understood, Your Highness."

You and Morgan had another sweet evening.

You still remember her wish to hear you say good morning.

So on this day, you made a point of waiting until she woke up before leaving.

[Although this makes your departure much more difficult.]

However, in the end, you still arrived outside the royal court unharmed.

You arrived at the hotel entrance, much earlier than the agreed time.

But to your surprise, Artorias was already there waiting.

27. The Misunderstood Artoria

Do you remember that you and Artorius agreed to meet at noon, not now?

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be here right now.

This act of waiting in advance makes you realize that he values ​​this meeting.

However, you didn't immediately believe this conclusion, but instead observed it from the shadows for a while longer.

Artorias was waiting at the hotel entrance.

Judging from his appearance, he must have taken the time to wash up and changed into a set of clothes that looked much better than yesterday.

He had a small cloth bag tied around his waist, filled with gold coins from selling apples.

Atolis's hair was tied into a small bun at the back of his head, which made him look much more energetic.

To be honest, if Ian hadn't touched him himself, he was sure he would have mistaken him for a little girl from some village.

After all, Artorias's appearance was simply too delicate.

Although he was waiting anxiously, Atolis did not show any signs of impatience.

On the contrary, he seemed to be in a good mood.

Occasionally, a few children would pass by and call him "sister" without any manners. He would just pat their heads and then laugh it off.

You secretly observed him for half an hour and confirmed that there was absolutely nothing wrong with Artorius.

You stepped out from the shadows, pretending nothing had happened.

Upon meeting, you immediately expressed your appreciation for Atolis's early arrival.

"Artorius, you're up early."

Ian walked up to him.

"I remember we agreed on noon, and you're already here waiting."

“Because it’s right downstairs from my residence,” Artorius explained. “I can’t let you, who’s farther away, arrive first, while I, who’s closer, show up later.”

"That's so rude."

"Besides -"

Artori smiled slightly at Ian, her smile like a small white flower blooming in a field.

"Mr. Ian, didn't you arrive here earlier too?"

When you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you.

Ian really couldn't say much more about Artorius's reasoning.

"Well, at least for now, we seem to be the same kind of people."

"However, is it not a good time to eat? Although I know you can eat for a long time, it would be a bit of torture for me to watch you eat all day."

Ian didn't actually intend to make Artorius pay.

After all, if calculated based on yesterday's appetite, the few gold coins he got from selling the apples were simply not enough.

Touched on a sore spot, Artorius's face flushed red.

He began to defend himself:

“That’s not the case. I… had no intention of letting Mr. Ian and me enjoy a day of gourmet food.”

"I think……"

Seeing Artorias's hesitant expression, Ian crossed his arms, appearing quite magnanimous.

"There's no need to hide anything, just say what you have to say."

"I've come here as agreed, you don't think I'd still mind anything, do you?"

"That--"