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

"My love for you is not a product of pleasure."

"It is because I love you that I dare to ask you for pleasure."

"Furthermore, it's not that I ever loved you—because I still love you now, and it hasn't become a thing of the past."

"But what if I am despised by everyone?"

"Then I will despise ten thousand people."

“You’re lying, Ian. You can’t do something like that.”

"Yes, I am lying, because Your Highness, it is impossible for you to be despised by everyone."

"Why did you answer so well at a time like this?"

"Because Your Highness has excellent judgment, you have chosen the best person to answer these questions."

Ian's impeccable answer made Morgan turn his head away.

She pinched the knight's strong arm and said coquettishly:

"I command you not to answer so well."

"Then, Your Highness—"

"If I admit that I am a fool, will Your Highness no longer worry about my betrayal?"

"Or -"

Ian gripped Morgan's hand tightly.

"What should I leave with Her Highness to prove this?"

Morgan did not answer your question.

But she kept calling you an idiot the whole way.

Your late return did not arouse any suspicion.

No one would have imagined that a knight would dare to offend a noble princess in the wilderness, and even fewer would have guessed that the princess herself had ordered the knight to do so.

[You all gathered in the room during the day, which is quite unusual for you.]

Morgan tells you that the suggestive magic that influences your identity will soon take effect.

[But before that, you need to learn some things from her that are appropriate for your status.]

You agreed to these things.

Morgan seemed tired; she didn't ask you for anything more, but simply held your hand and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at her like this, you feel your heart pounding.

You had a quiet day.

As night fell, Morgan woke up.

Now it's her turn to look at you as you sleep.

"Ian."

Morgan lay down next to Ian and gently blew a breath into his ear.

He woke up immediately.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I've fallen asleep."

"It's okay, I was just curious to see what you're like when you're asleep."

Morgan gently stroked Ian's cheek.

"I've never seen you fall asleep before I do."

"But now, I'm afraid I need to wake up first."

"I need to decide on the development of your magic based on your physical condition."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Morgan began examining your body.

She bluntly tells you—she's assessing your body's tolerance for magic, which will determine the next course of action.

[She had already planted traces of this magic within you.]

[The Mystic Magic has been replaced by Princess Magic: Morgan has been planning this for a long time, and this inspection will determine the future direction of magic.]

However, she also told her that she didn't have high hopes.

After all, you've never demonstrated any talent in magic.

But the result was beyond Morgan's expectations.

[Your hidden talents have been discovered: Morgan has identified unimaginable potential in you. Birds of a feather flock together; you may have once been placed in a very high-achieving group.]

"Your Highness, how is the situation?"

"very good."

Morgan's long-standing gloomy expression finally cleared up temporarily.

"I think our plan will go much more smoothly than we imagined."

"This is really great."

This is one of your few pieces of good news.

You cherish this hard-won opportunity and actively strive for everything you can get.

With Morgan's help, you've mastered some simple magic tricks.

[Talent Magic Enhancement Acquired: Inspired by Morgan, your body's influence allows you to enhance the effects of even the simplest magic spells.]

[If you use it appropriately, including but not limited to magic seeds, while it may not be enough to resist the effects of the waning of the Age of Gods, it will still be of some benefit.]

In addition, you bring Morgan delicate roses every day.

Smiles began to appear on her face more and more frequently.

However, you didn't let your guard down; you remained vigilant about the unknown magic you witnessed that day, constantly investigating.

But it seems to have vanished, just like the magician who never appeared.

In the end, it was Morgan's suggestive magic that had the first effect.

[Others' perceptions of your relationship are being slowly altered by magic.]

Your return was initially thought to be that a foreign royalty had fallen for the princess's charms and willingly become one of her knights.

The princess's allure was further celebrated in the voices of Camelot's bards.

No one questioned this.

[Because your outstanding and generous behavior in daily life truly matches their perception of royalty, even without magic.]

They might occasionally call you King Lot, but they prefer to call you Ian.

No one would have guessed about your secret rendezvous.

Your relationship has been acknowledged.

Months later, as their wedding day approached, Morgan and you looked down at Camelot from the rooftop, overlooking its current state.

Morgan stood there, looking down at everything on the street, while Ian stood beside her.

"Ian."

"Yes, my lady."

Do you like the identity I've assigned you?

"I like it. I like everything the princess has arranged."

"Yes, I like it very much myself."

Morgan turned around and took Ian's hand.

"Let's go."

"Your Highness, where are we going?"

Morgan smiled charmingly.

"Of course, it's my room."

"Don't you want to put on my wedding dress yourself?"

39. The Princess's Second "Defeat"

"Ian, why aren't you saying anything?"

Morgan looked at the man who had gone through so much for him and questioned him with slight displeasure.

After all, her initial assumption was that Ian would definitely act flattered after she said that.

At the very least, one should be surprised.

This silence is practically a way of saying "I'm not interested."

"Don't you like this kind of thing?" Morgan asked again.

“No.” Ian quickly shook his head. “I just didn’t expect that Your Highness would want me to experience this surprise ahead of time.”

"I thought you would only allow me to see you in your wedding dress on the wedding day."

"So my mind is a complete mess right now, and I don't know what to say to express how excited I am,"

"That's simple."

“Show it through actions.”

Morgan's blue eyes fell on Ian, and a faint desire flickered in his ocean-like gaze.

Her hands clasped together behind Ian's neck.

"I haven't forgotten the day I lost to you."