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

You are her most loyal knight; her wish is your wish.

Your forces have begun to suffer a series of defeats, while Morgan's forces have advanced triumphantly, their momentum overwhelming.

This princess, making her debut on her first campaign, stole the show. The people of Britain hailed her as a sharp blade that could cut off claws and fangs, your nemesis and nemesis.

But only you know that all of this was the result of your deliberate misdirection.

You don't expect her to understand all of this, you just hope it can help her.

As the army's losses mounted, suspicion began to grow among some. Your past unusual behavior was also uncovered by those with ulterior motives, and all of it was reported to Vottigeng.

[But instead of blaming you, Vortigern executed the informant on the grounds of disrupting morale.]

He didn't blame you for your defeat, but simply stated that battlefield situations often reverse, and victory or defeat is only temporary.

You realize that Vortigern was not, as the people of Britain portrayed him, a stubborn, autocratic, and lowly king.

However, you did not waver, because you knew you would only be loyal to Morgan.

But you often wonder, if you had met Vortigern earlier, would the outcome have been different?

In the British army camp.

King Uther was listening to the report from the knight before him.

"Your Majesty, thanks to your grace, Her Highness the Princess has won a series of victories and has now recovered more than half of the lost territory."

"Your lineage will continue to shine upon Britain, even in the next generation."

However, upon hearing the knight's praise of Morgan, King Euther did not show a happy expression; instead, he appeared somewhat somber.

As King of Britain, he seemed to have noticed something.

He stood up and asked the knight in front of him a somewhat strange question.

"Is it the same army that Morgan has defeated these times?"

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the knight replied respectfully. “The princess defeated Vortigern’s henchmen; before that, no one could stop him.”

"She performed exceptionally well, and your guidance has been incredibly successful. We are destined for victory."

King Euthyr turned his back and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a hint of disappointment in them—Morgan's victory did not seem to be a good thing for him.

"knight."

"exist!"

"I hereby order Morgan to relinquish command of the troops and be transferred from the front lines immediately."

"Wha, what?!"

The knight could hardly believe what he was hearing—the king before him was actually asking his daughter, who had won so many battles, to relinquish command of the army?

Is it because he is old that the king has become less wise?

Despite harboring various doubts, the knight outwardly maintained respect for King Uther.

"Your Majesty, your decisions have always been correct and wise."

"But Her Majesty has already achieved remarkable military exploits. Is it perhaps a bit... "

King Euthyr turned around and looked at the knight who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

He is no longer young.

But this does not mean that he has become incompetent.

“Knight, Morgan is my daughter, and I know her better than any of you.”

"No need to doubt, just do as instructed."

"Yes!"

King Euthyder sighed as he watched the knights depart.

Aspiring to be the king of the peak without sufficient quality to back it up – tragedy often stems from such a thought.

If this source is not eradicated, endless troubles will surely follow.

but--

She was, after all, his own daughter.

Even a wise king like Uther could not help but let his own emotions get in the way.

The situation is starting to look a little off.

You notice that the once-mighty force, led by Morgan, is gradually retreating, as if they were the ones who have been defeated on the battlefield.

You realize that something you weren't aware of may have happened.

You begin investigating secretly.

[This is not a secret that cannot be told to others; you will soon learn that Morgan has been transferred from the front lines by King Uther and will be leaving in a few days.]

You completely misunderstand why King Uther would do this—it was clearly a golden opportunity for Morgan to make a name for himself in Britain.

You quickly realized you couldn't just sit and wait to die; you wouldn't allow Morgan's aspirations to end there, even if it was her father, King Uther, who ended them.

You have a new plan—a plan that puts your life on the line.

Under the moonlight.

Ian walked through the military camp.

He had the longsword Morgan had given him when they parted years ago tucked into his belt—she had told him that he could only use it when he was about to assassinate Vortigern.

And tonight is that moment.

Although the timing didn't feel as right as I'd imagined, and the operation wasn't discreet enough.

But Ian knew he didn't have time.

If she hadn't killed Vortigern before Morgan was transferred away from the front lines and then given all the credit to Morgan, she would never have gained recognition.

That's definitely not what I want to see.

As a loyal knight, he could not allow Morgan's future to go in a direction that deviated from her wishes.

You have arrived at the tent where Voodoo usually rests.

Although you've been defeated by Morgan many times, no one is surprised by your current behavior because of your past achievements.

You gripped the longsword at your waist, preparing to deliver the fatal blow to Vortigern.

But things didn't go as you expected.

After lifting the tent flap, you find that there is no one inside.

At that moment, a figure appeared behind you.

A sigh was heard.

"Young man, you have ultimately chosen this path."

I feel sorry for you.

10. Your loyalty goes unnoticed.

Ian turned around.

Vottigan was standing outside the tent, the moonlight shining on him like gauze, as if dyeing him with a touch of pure white.

Those eyes that had shared the years with King Uther now flowed with complex emotions.

Ian knew that Vortigern, standing before him, understood that he had come to assassinate him that night.

"When did you find out?"

Ian asked coldly.

Now that he had been exposed, he no longer remained silent as before.

"Hmm...you're going to talk about these things."

Vortigern walked alone into the tent—he was not afraid of Ian, who had come to assassinate him.

"Perhaps it was when you said you wanted to kill the enemy but didn't swear allegiance to me."

Ian then realized that his cleverness had not escaped Vortigern's notice at all.

He saw everything.

“Vortigern, you have no right to make me do this. I will only be loyal to…”

Before Ian could finish speaking, Vortigern interrupted:

"The daughter of King Uther named Morgan, is that right?"

"Your repeated defeats were all to win her favor; you didn't even let her know any of it. You just silently bore all the blame."

"Ian, do you really think this is worth it?"

There was no blame in Vortigern's words; rather, they sounded like those of an elder wise man advising a younger generation.

Ian knew this was shaking his resolve, and he immediately replied;

"worth!"

"There is nothing wrong with a knight bearing infamy for the sake of those he swore allegiance to!"

“But if the person you swore an oath to choose to sacrifice you for their own selfish desires,” Vortigern stared directly at Ian, “do you still think there’s no problem with that?”

"Private desires?"

“Yes.” Vortigern sighed deeply. “As a princess, she personally went to the front lines and won victory after victory without ever commanding.”

"A quick look at the big picture reveals a serious problem—it's all just a way to show off their clumsy skills to the King."

"I should have been grateful for this foolish act that led the British army to their doom, but I never imagined that my younger brother, whose mind had not become dulled by age, would see through all of this."

"It's truly a pity."

Vortigern's calm explanation made it clear to you why Morgan was on the front lines.