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

"two."

"one."

“Very well!” Ian raised his hands above his head. “Your Highness, I will tell you, I will tell you now.”

"It's Artorius."

Morgan's eyes widened for a moment, his deep pupils seeming capable of swallowing Ian whole.

She used a bit more force with her knee in a very threatening spot, and her whole demeanor became much more agitated, losing its usual composure.

"Why is it this name again?!"

"Didn't you say you'd kill her the next time you met?!"

"..."

"..."

“Ian, why aren’t you saying anything?” Morgan glared at the knight beneath him.

"Don't you feel pain?"

“Your Highness, of course I feel pain.” Ian’s face was tense. “But Your Highness, if this method can calm you down a little, it might not be a bad thing.”

Morgan heard you.

She realized she was getting a little emotional.

She temporarily loosened her knees.

She looked at you.

"Yes, I've calmed down now."

Morgan adjusted his posture slightly to make himself appear less aggressive.

However, as she looked at the knight beneath her, her eyes still held an uncontrollable emotion.

"Say what you have to say now."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Ian was not afraid of Morgan's gaze.

“Your Highness, you are absolutely right.”

“As you commanded, I should indeed kill Atolis when I see him.”

"But in fact, I can't do that—she is protected by powerful magic."

Ian grabbed Morgan's hand.

“Your Highness, I saw the same petals as before. Perhaps it is that magician who is interfering again.”

Morgan doesn't doubt your words.

[Because from their previous encounters, she had indeed sensed the immense power of the magician she had never met.]

Her attitude softened slightly.

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

“Your Highness, if I were to lie to you, such a reason would be far too lame.”

Ian, pinned to the bed, answered Morgan's questions without changing his expression.

“It would be a better lie to tell you directly that I have never met Atolis.”

Holding Ian's hand, Morgan turned her face slightly to the side—a sign that she knew she had made a mistake.

But she always corrects her mistakes when she knows them, but never admits them.

"Then why did he leave a kiss mark on your face?"

“Your Highness, I think I must confess something to you—Atoris is actually a woman influenced by magic, and she seems to have special feelings for me.”

Ian spoke bluntly, which was met with Morgan's silence.

After a long pause, she spoke again with some hesitation:

"So...it was because of this special feeling that you let her kiss you?"

“No.” Ian shook his head.

"Although Your Highness may not believe it, this is what she did when I was off guard."

"really."

Morgan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I knew you wouldn't have the guts—I'll find out everything about that woman sooner or later, and then I'll kill her!"

"Your Highness, may I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

"You actually have no idea that someone left a kiss on my face, do you?"

If it was Morgan's questioning, then everything makes sense.

Morgan gave a cold laugh.

"What? You won't allow me to question you about these things as your wife?"

“No.” Ian shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

"I just thought we could trust each other more."

"..."

Morgan bent down and leaned close to Ian.

Where did that wild woman Artoria kiss you?

"Probably around here..."

Ian covered a spot on his cheek—though there were no marks left, he still remembered the location.

"Ha." Morgan's eyes revealed disdain.

"Looks like this wild woman actually knows she has a guilty conscience—"

"But I'm doing this openly and honestly."

After saying that, Morgan lowered his head, cupped Ian's cheeks, and kissed his lips.

The two grew closer and closer, both emotionally and physically.

The floor of the room was now covered with the princess's robes and the knight's casual clothes.

The long-dormant desire reignited in the room.

This is Morgan's quiet prelude before he announces something.

But she enjoyed it so much that she couldn't tear herself away.

52. You will be under my control forever.

You have watered the princess's garden once again.

But she indicated that this was far from enough.

You said goodnight to each other after a complete defeat.

You had a wonderful evening.

The second day arrived.

Morgan woke up earlier than you, which is unusual for him.

But you know the reason Morgan sleeps in late is because she wants to hear your good morning.

But right now, you also want to see what she'll do after waking up early.

You choose to pretend to be asleep.

Morgan sat up and looked at Ian, who was still fast asleep beside her.

Those blue eyes held a gentle, tender affection.

"Ian?" she called out tentatively.

You can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep.

Morgan did not continue shouting.

She reached out and stroked his weathered face, her expression showing some emotion.

Those delicate, smooth fingers moved very slowly over the old scars, as carefully and attentively as a devout believer making a pilgrimage to a holy site.

"It must hurt a lot when you get scars... What a reckless idiot."

"How could there be such a reckless knight..."

Morgan spoke with obvious disdain, but his finger movements became increasingly delicate, as if he were wiping away a wound on the other person's face.

"Because of someone as persistent as Your Highness, there is a knight as reckless as me."

"This is fate."

Ian turned around and looked at Morgan sitting next to him.

"Good morning, Your Highness."

"..."

Morgan's hand, which had just seemed very gentle, suddenly turned into a forceful pull.

"Ian, you were pretending to be asleep just now, weren't you?"

"Ah... as expected, I couldn't hide anything from Your Highness."

"Because you are my possession, my pawn, how could your every move escape my eyes?"

Morgan grabbed Ian's cheek and rubbed it hard as punishment.