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

You turn around and see Morgan, unusually, standing on the street at this moment.

You realize she overheard your conversation with the little girls.

"Eh--?"

The little girl blinked her big, bright eyes, looked at Morgan, and then at Ian.

"Uncle Ian, do you like someone?"

"Yes."

Morgan's lips curled into a small smile.

To others, it was a perfectly standard royal smile, with nothing to criticize.

However, in Ian's eyes, it was not a friendly smile at all.

This premonition soon became a reality.

Morgan, with that smile, bent down.

“Children, go back and tell them that if they continue to bother this knight with such meaningless questions…”

“I would consider hanging them on the city wall and letting the eagles devour their corpses.”

"do you understand?"

Even though Morgan said these words with a smile, the group of little girls felt a chill.

Before long, they all fled.

As Morgan watched this scene, her smile seemed to soften even more.

Ian coughed lightly a few times, then bowed very respectfully.

"Princess."

“Yes, Knight,” Morgan nodded in response.

Although every night is filled with passionate passion that could ignite at any moment, in this particular setting, the two of them maintained absolute restraint.

The union between the knight and the princess cannot be made public.

But having said that.

Compared to Morgan, who displayed his desires at night, Ian, who maintained a respectful demeanor, was much more comfortable.

"Your Highness, I never expected to see you here."

"Knight, judging from your tone, it seems you don't want to see me?"

“No.” Ian shook his head respectfully.

"Your Highness, your arrival has made my day much more pleasant."

"Please let me do something for you in return."

“Hmm.” Morgan nodded.

"Then knight, take me to see the land. I want to know what you have accomplished."

"Yes, Your Highness."

You have a valid reason.

You brought Morgan the horse.

With your help, she mounted the horse gracefully, and you naturally took over leading it for her.

[You two successfully left the city in a way that no one would suspect.]

Dee—

Dee—

Horse hooves rose and fell on the path along the paddy field.

"We shouldn't be able to see us from here, right?" Morgan asked quietly, sitting on his horse.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Ian, who was holding the horse's reins, responded quickly.

“We’ve come a long way, no one will be able to see us.”

“Ian, I command you.” Morgan pulled on the reins, stopping the horse. “Get on now.”

"……OK."

Ian has extensive combat experience.

Even if another person is sitting on the horse, it does not affect his mounting movements at all.

"hug me."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Ian's hands slipped around Morgan's waist, pulling her into his arms as he held the reins.

A familiar, fragrant aroma wafted into Ian's nostrils.

He knew it was her scent, and couldn't help but enjoy taking a few more deep breaths.

The wind blows through the wheat fields, creating wave after wave of golden ears of wheat.

Morgan's voice also quietly rang out.

"Does it smell good?"

“Yes.” Ian made no attempt to hide his thoughts. “Your Highness, you always captivate me so much.”

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

Morgan smiled slightly.

"However, since you have derived such great pleasure from it, shouldn't you leave something behind in exchange?"

"Your Highness, everything I have belongs to you. I don't know what else I can leave for you."

“Of course, there are still some that can stay.” Morgan looked at the wheat field in front of him, which was being blown by the wind.

“I’ve said it before, everything you have is mine, including your reputation.”

"so--"

Morgan leaned back a little, pressing against Ian's muscular chest.

“Ian…I command you to marry me.”

"Let me take away your reputation as well."

35. A marriage contract is by no means a trivial matter.

"Understood, Your Highness."

Ian remained calm as always, as if Morgan's question had simply been asking him how his day had gone.

This displeased Morgan somewhat.

"Ha, Ian, is this all you're going to do?"

"For you, marrying me is such a mundane thing?"

"Your Highness, my feelings are far from indifferent."

Ian skillfully maneuvered the reins, making the two riders feel almost no jolting.

"I just can't find a single word to describe it."

"But how will you prove that?"

Morgan persisted.

"I have no way of knowing what you're really thinking."

"Your Highness, I cannot prove that."

Ian hugged Morgan tighter.

"And being there for you is the only thing I can do."

"Therefore, I can only explain it to you little by little in the time to come."

Upon hearing this, a fleeting look of joy crossed Morgan's face, but he quickly regained his composure.

“Ian, you should know that I didn’t ask you to marry me because I love you.”

“I understand, Your Highness.”

Ian answered as if he knew them all by heart.

“I am your possession, a pawn to be used by you, a knight to serve you.”

"But this is still one of the most honored moments of my life."

"Aren't you sad at all?" Morgan asked softly.

"You are nothing but my plaything."

"Yes, I am not sad. Your Highness, your choice has always been the path I should follow."

Morgan did not respond to you.

But you could feel her moving a little closer to you.

[A wheat field, magically created from seeds, is blown by the wind, and ears of rice drift from the stalks like a golden drizzle.]

As they drifted away on the wind, you heard Morgan's voice once more.

"Ian, haven't you ever had any regrets?"

Morgan looked at the bountiful harvest before him and asked this question.

"Have."

"Then tell me, when was it?"