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

"Um……"

Artoria added another name to the parchment that symbolized the list.

"that's it!"

"Huh? Isn't that my name?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Artoria smiled radiantly.

"Mr. Ian, I want to add you to the team!"

69. The Distorted Ceremony of Kingship (4,000-word chapter)

"Artoria, you..."

Ian never expected Artoria to say something like that at this moment.

He and Morgan did indeed have the idea of ​​secretly controlling the entire knightly order.

However, this does not mean that Ian has the idea of ​​joining the Knights—this was not originally planned.

"Mr. Ian, please don't be so surprised."

Artoria stood up.

The petite woman, holding the parchment covered with names, walked up to Ian.

"To be honest, of all the knights' names on this list, I only recognize Gawain and my brother."

"But—"

Artoria looked at Ian.

“One thing I am certain of is that Mr. Ian, your strength is definitely above that of my brother.”

“If he can become a member of the Knights, you, Mr. Ian, who is above him, should also receive the same treatment.”

"..."

Ian never expected that his tricks to cover up the fact that all his children had joined the Knights would lead Artoria to quickly associate it with the issue of strength.

Damn.

If Kai were stronger than him, he wouldn't have made such a connection.

However, this seems to put him in a difficult position.

After all, if the disguise of "King Lotte" were removed, his actual combat experience would be more than double that of all his children combined.

If Kai had that kind of strength, he could probably go and settle accounts with Vortigern all by himself right now.

However, this does not change the fact that this inclusion was not part of the plan.

Ian hesitated.

Seeing that the man in front of her did not respond immediately, Artoria moved closer and finally buried her face in his chest.

"Although it may be a bit disrespectful to say this, Mr. Ian, forming the Knights Order is indeed a very important matter for me."

"So even if you're not so willing, I still want to stick to my ideas."

"Please help me, Mr. Ian."

You realize that Artoria has no choice but to do it this time.

You have no idea what will happen if you don't do what she wants.

But your instincts tell you that this isn't a good choice.

After much hesitation, you decided to temporarily agree to her request.

“I understand, Artoria.”

"If you insist on putting my name in that parchment, then so be it."

"Just as I expected!"

Artoria raised her head, and a few tears welled up in her emerald green eyes.

"I knew Mr. Ian wouldn't refuse me!"

Ian could no longer figure out why Artoria was crying.

But the more he looked at her like this, the more he wanted to kill that magician named Merlin.

How could this be something a young girl in the prime of her life should bear?

You comforted Artoria with a hug.

Having regained her composure, she fully approved of the list of knights you had drafted.

She promised that everyone above would receive their due status—and of course, the number of knights would be further expanded.

You have left Artoria's room.

After you got back, you told Morgan about it.

"What did you say?"

Morgan, who was standing by the window, turned around and stared at Ian in front of her.

"That woman wants you to join the Knights?!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

“No!” Morgan refused almost without hesitation.

"Gawain and the others have already become members of the Knights, why should you join as well?!"

Ian was not at all surprised by Morgan's reaction.

Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that if she hadn't reacted that way, it would have made me feel a little uncomfortable.

“Your Highness, although such a request is a bit excessive, if we don’t grant it, our entire plan may come to a standstill at this point.”

"but--"

"If you really don't want to, then I'll go and reject her now."

"..."

Morgan was silent.

Ian knew she was considering what he had just said.

After a long while, the proud princess finally uttered a single sentence.

"Ian, do you still love me?"

"Of course I love you, Your Highness."

"That--"

Morgan's expression suggested he had made some difficult decision.

"Just do as you say."

"However, you'd better remember that you said you loved me."

"Of course, my lady."

My love for you will never change.

Morgan ultimately agreed to it all.

You know it stems from an obsession with the throne.

Now that things have come to this, there's no way she can give up.

You find yourself somewhat hoping she'll refuse your offer to join the Knights, but the outcome is the opposite.

[But this isn't so bad—at least we can do what we promised and fight for the throne for Morgan at all costs.]

Time has gradually soothed the turmoil in your heart.

This day marked the day Artoria was officially bestowed the title of Queen.

Morgan makes you get up early in the morning to provide her with pleasure, and only stops when she feels satisfied.

"Princess."

As Ian helped the naked Morgan get dressed, he asked a question.

"Although I know I shouldn't question your choice, the investiture ceremony is about to take place."

"Is this... not a good idea?"

"It is precisely because it is a ceremony to confer the title of king that I am doing this."

Morgan got dressed and started combing her hair in front of the mirror.

"Not directly and publicly opposing her is already the limit of my tolerance."

Why can't I participate in the ceremony like this?

"..."

Ian knew Morgan was upset, so he didn't say anything more.

He held Morgan in his arms and said softly.

"Your Highness, please be patient a little longer; you will surely be able to sit there."

"Ian, I'm in so much pain."

"Your Highness, I understand."

As the two were entwined in front of the mirror, a knock came at the door.

"Who?"

Ian called out to the untimely interruption outside the door.

"it's me……"

A weak voice came from inside the royal court.