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

He fled thousands of miles wounded, only to be killed by his own comrades in the end.

This ending is indeed somewhat cruel.

But Ian had no choice but to do it.

"If you want to seek revenge after you die, come find me."

Ian wiped the blood off his face and sheathed his sword.

"None of this has anything to do with Her Highness the Princess."

“I am willing to take full responsibility for all my actions—but at least for now, I cannot let you break all of this.”

The horse's hooves rose and fell.

Ian embarked on a solo journey once again.

You left the forest where the knight's bones were buried.

You continue riding towards the capital.

This is a lonely journey; only the cold wind and the sun will accompany you.

You spent days and nights alone.

But you don't care about any of that, after all, you've experienced far more painful times than this.

One morning, you climbed over a mountain.

You are happy because you know that if you walk a little further, you will see Camelot.

But you never expected to see something unexpected at the foot of the mountain.

It's a wheat field.

Ian never expected to see a wheat field here—at least he had never seen it here when he left Camelot along this road.

"Lord Ian!"

Such shouts came from the wheat field.

Immediately afterwards, a group of figures emerged from all directions and approached him.

"You're finally back!"

"..."

Ian's gaze swept over the crowd before him, and upon seeing some somewhat familiar faces, he realized that these were the refugees who had followed him in the past.

"How did you get here? Who sent you here?"

"It was the Princess who instructed us to cultivate this land!" the refugees answered in unison.

"Your Highness?" Ian asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes...is that strange?"

An elegant figure emerged from the wheat field—it was Morgan.

"My husband is away on business, so isn't it reasonable for me, as his wife, to take care of these things?"

"king……"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Ian swallowed them back.

As the nominal King of Loth, it was indeed somewhat inappropriate for him to address Morgan as "Your Highness" in public.

However, Morgan himself solved the problem very cleverly.

“Ian, my husband, I’m tired now. Take me back to the city.”

"oh, I understand now."

You have welcomed Morgan onto the horse.

Amidst the farewells of the refugees, you and she rode slowly on horseback towards Camelot's location.

The horses' hooves rose and fell on the ridges of the fields, leaving behind a trail of footprints.

You see the wheat ears blooming on both sides.

You realize that Morgan has done a lot during this period.

"Princess."

Holding the reins, Ian gazed at the rice stalks on either side and asked Morgan, who was in his arms, with a touch of wistfulness.

"Did you cultivate all these wheat fields?"

Morgan did not answer the question directly, but instead talked about something that seemed unrelated.

"Ian, I think I said you were my possession, didn't I?"

"Yes, Your Highness, you said so."

"So--"

"Since you were already my property, everything that a property does is still my property."

Morgan's fingers gently stroked the back of Ian's hand.

"Isn't it perfectly reasonable to take care of all my belongings?"

"And Ian, don't you think that praising me properly at this time would actually be a smart move?"

Ian smiled and shook his head.

"No, Your Highness, there is nothing to praise about this."

"Because in my mind, this kind of thing is just a piece of cake for you."

"If I were to praise every single thing you've handled like this, I think I would probably shout myself hoarse."

"Your sweet talk is as effective as ever."

"but--"

Morgan gently pinched a small patch of skin on the back of Ian's hand and then lifted it up.

"I hope you'd better explain something clearly now."

"Which suicidal bastard dared to leave a kiss on your face?"

51. She was guilty, while I was innocent.

You didn't expect Morgan to bring this up.

After all, just a moment ago, she was talking to you about wheat fields.

[And more importantly—Atoris had been kissing himself for some time now.]

How did Morgan discover it?

You have a feeling that something is a little off.

"Your Highness, things may be a little different from what you think, I..."

"Shut up."

Before Ian could finish speaking, Morgan pressed his long fingers to his lips.

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

"My foolish knight—"

Morgan maintained a calm and collected demeanor on the surface.

But Ian could feel that she was applying more pressure to the back of his hand.

Later—

It's likely that another bloodbath is about to break out.

You drove Morgan towards Camelot.

She didn't tell you about the wheat field again like she had before.

You have returned to the capital.

You entered the royal court amidst the envious gazes of the people, and no one noticed that something was amiss.

You have returned to your room.

Everything is arranged exactly as it was before you left, as if nothing has ever changed.

There was a snap.

The room door was closed.

Morgan pushed Ian onto the bed.

She didn't even take off her elegant robes before hovering directly above Ian.

She placed her hands on Ian's ears, pressing two dents into the soft bed.

Her beautiful long silver hair slid down from her shoulders, cascading like willow branches onto the knight's face.

Her impressive breasts were wrapped in a long robe, outlining a smooth and eye-catching curve.

Her waist stood above Ian's waist like a floating bridge, her buttocks slightly raised, causing her robe to cascade down like a waterfall and drape over the edge of the bed.

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"Tell me, who is that wild woman?"

Morgan ran her finger lightly across Ian's lips, leaving a faint mark.

"Tell me sooner rather than later, so I can kill her."

"Your Highness, please listen to me first..."

“I don’t want to hear it.” Morgan put a little more pressure on his right knee.

"Ian, I only want you to answer this question now."

"three."