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

"When you needed my good morning but I left first, it remains a regret in my heart to this day."

"Other than that?"

"I failed to kill Vortigern for you."

"Besides this."

"Hmm... I was unable to find that hidden offspring for you."

"Isn't this all my regrets?" Morgan suddenly realized.

"Yes, because it is your regret, it is also my regret."

"..."

Morgan gave Ian a light elbow strike.

"Ian, someone like you deserves to be used by me for the rest of your life."

“But I am willing, Your Highness.”

"How stupid."

Although he said that, Morgan's hand touched Ian's hand.

"Without me, you don't know how many more women would have deceived you and how many more times you would have been heartbroken."

The two of you pulled on the horse's reins together.

This is very intimate behavior; one glance is enough to tell that your relationship is extraordinary.

Of course, all of this is based solely on what we see.

There is no one else around you now.

This is a time for the two of you to be alone.

The princess's warhorse rode forward until it reached the edge of the wheat field.

“Stop, Ian,” Morgan said.

"I want to go down and take a look."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Ian skillfully served Morgan.

She landed on the path in the field with a very graceful movement.

“Ian, take me to the wheat field with the best growth.”

"Understood, Your Highness."

At Morgan's request, Ian took her hand and led her to a field of wheat that was growing the best.

This is the most fertile land and the most fertile water source among all the wheat fields.

Therefore, compared to other wheat fields, it is immediately obvious to anyone with a discerning eye that it is different from others.

Morgan walked over.

She broke off a stalk of wheat, looked at it, selected some seeds for a while, and then pinched off a few kernels.

"Ian, come here."

"Yes."

"Open your mouth."

"what--"

Morgan placed her finger, which was covered in the seeds, on Ian's tongue.

"Ian, eat it."

Ian nodded, then took Morgan's slender finger into his mouth.

With a playful air, she gently stirred her finger between his lips for a while before withdrawing it with a look of pleasure.

"How does the wheat taste?"

"...It seems a bit bitter."

"Any other sensations?"

"...dryness".

Morgan frowned slightly—an expression that didn't seem like a good sign.

"Ian, the situation is a bit more complicated than we thought."

"My magic seems unable to reverse this decline of the land."

"This is not your fault, Your Highness."

Ian took the ear of wheat from Morgan and tasted some more.

He smiled and said:

"And Your Highness, there are still some sweet and plump ears of grain among them."

"It's good that you can notice the flaws, but please don't forget the beauty that you make."

"Your magic has indeed been of great benefit to us, so we hope you will not be saddened by it."

Morgan sneered upon hearing these words.

"Ha, Ian, are you saying these things because you don't want to hurt me?"

“Your Highness, you asked me to marry you so that I wouldn’t be heartbroken by bad women, right?” Ian replied respectfully. “We are of the same mind.”

"Ian, you really know how to put yourself in someone else's shoes."

Morgan turned around and hooked Ian's chin with her fingers, which had just been stained with wheat.

"But aren't you worried that I might be a bad woman too?"

“I’m really not worried,” Ian said calmly.

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"Even if we take a step back and say that Your Highness is really a so-called bad woman, the fact that you have spent so much time on me is perhaps enough to prove that you are somewhat lacking in this area."

“Ian,” Morgan stared at the knight before her, “are you trying to say I have no charm whatsoever?”

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, that's not what I meant."

“No, you are.” Morgan crossed her arms.

"I am angry."

"I'm going to punish you now."

"I'll punish you by making you drive my horse for one day."

Although we both know that we may have more important things to do.

But Ian understood that this was a relaxation he couldn't refuse—he knew Morgan felt the same way.

Although afterwards, the two might find it difficult to explain where that day went.

But what does it matter?

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Okay, let's mount the horse."

You and Morgan are back on horseback.

You have no destination in mind, yet you tacitly avoid this issue.

You know that on this day, you will discuss many wonderful things, whether it's the wedding or the future.

But what you don't know is that tonight, you will discover another secret.

36. The Dilemma on Horseback

You and Morgan start exploring the neighborhood.

Perhaps knowing that no one would see them, Morgan became much bolder in his actions.

To be more precise, the hints have become considerably bolder.

Morgan didn't say anything.

But that fair, snow-white hand slowly touched the back of Ian's hand that was holding the reins.

She slightly separated her index and middle fingers, creating a small space, and then rubbed them back and forth on Ian's index finger.

Ian knew what that meant.

"Princess."

"Ok?"

"Your hands are very soft."

Ian pulled on the horse's reins.

The fine horses beneath the two men came to a slow stop, appearing docile yet composed.

“And I don’t think this is your most vulnerable spot.”

“Ian,” Morgan pressed down on Ian’s fingers, “do you know what you’re saying?”

“I’m too foolish to know,” Ian smiled slightly, “but you, with your wisdom, will surely know.”

Hearing this, Morgan released Ian's fingers and whispered:

"Ian, hold me tight."

"Yes, Your Highness."

You put your arm around Morgan's waist.

That delicate beauty is captivating no matter how many times you encounter it.