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

Ian's feelings were somewhat complicated.

"Your Highness, you feel that all of this is unfair, right?"

"That's right!"

"I understand."

Ian touched Morgana's bulge, which she had stubbornly refused to accept and was determined to be filled with water in protest, but his eyes never left Artoria in front of him.

He knew that the indifferent knight king was, at this moment, just like the abandoned princess, desecrating the investiture ceremony.

She was happy, but Morgan was miserable.

This is definitely not fair.

As a utterly despicable knight, he knew whom he should serve.

"Your Highness, even now, am I still your best pawn?"

"..."

Morgan had no idea what Ian meant by saying such a thing at this time.

But these are words she always says, so naturally she can't deny them herself.

"Yes, Ian, you are my best pawn."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Ian stood up.

If it's a chess piece, then it's reasonable for it to be discarded, right?

If you're just a pawn, you won't feel guilty about doing despicable things, right?

If someone is a chess piece, no one would criticize them for using any means necessary to achieve their goal, right?

So--

A pawn was exchanged for the king.

Ian looked at the girl on the throne.

It's not entirely wrong to exploit her genuine emotions to completely corrupt and degrade her.

Let's start by humiliating her on a throne where no one is around.

70. Despicably Enjoying the Shameful Wine of a Young Girl (4,000-word chapter)

Artoria begins to fulfill her promise.

Having been granted the throne, she intends to ensure that every member of the Knights, including you, receives the recognition and recognition due to their responsibilities.

[You, Gawain, Kay, Gahoris, Agravivan, Gareth.]

These are the initial six knights, but there will not be only six.

[You know, everyone thinks differently when they look at Artoria.]

But you don't care about any of that—because you understand perfectly well what your purpose is.

The investiture by the new king has begun.

The original six knights approached Artoria one by one.

[On her throne, she delivered the commendation as a king should, in a stern yet encouraging tone.]

[Your final honor has been earned: Now the honor is before you, and you need to consider whether this is your last chance in this life.]

Your reputation has risen to unprecedented heights.

However, you weren't bothered by these things; you knew you had something you needed to accomplish at this meeting.

Now it's your turn.

You walk forward.

Ian took a deep breath.

He smelled a faint, sweet aroma of wine in the air, slightly cool, yet carrying a hint of girlish shyness.

Artoria was sitting on the throne.

Although she was petite, she did not evoke any pity in people.

His eyes looked down at his subjects, cold and indifferent.

To outsiders, she exuded both majesty and charisma at this moment, truly deserving of the title of queen.

but--

When he saw Ian standing in front of him, everything was completely different.

Even in this moment that required her to be dignified, her eyes still couldn't help but overflow with the most sincere girlish emotions towards the man she had entrusted her last feelings to.

Ian certainly understood this.

So he deliberately slowed down his pace so that Artoria could focus all her attention on him.

And he did it too.

The despicable knight exploited the last vestiges of emotion the girl placed in him, successfully making her see only him.

But this was just a little test for Ian.

What he wanted now was not for Artoria to just look at him like that.

"King Knight, may I receive your blessing," Ian offered a friendly reminder.

With just a simple sentence, Artoria realized that she still needed to fulfill the duties of the new king.

She came to her senses and began to bestow knighthood upon Ian.

In the final step—the awarding of the medal, when the two were closest to each other—the girl heard these words.

"Artoria, let's come here again tonight."

The girl was initially bewildered, but then a blush quickly spread across her face.

She believed it was a secret known only to the two of them.

The knighting ceremony for the new king has concluded.

You have become the temporary chief knight of the Knights.

No one questioned this—because your abilities truly far surpass those of ordinary knights, and you are the father of all the knights.

You returned to Morgan's side with those admiring glances.

"This thing is not suitable for you at all."

Morgan grabbed the knight's badge that Artoria had given Ian and intended to throw it away.

And Ian didn't stop her.

Only after the medal was thrown away in Morgan's anger did he bend down and pick it up.

With a smile on his face, he spoke to Morgan:

"Your Highness, would you like to throw it again?"

"..."

Seeing Ian's appearance, Morgan realized that he had acted somewhat inappropriately.

She turned her face away.

"Ian, are you trying to say that I'm being willful by doing this?"

“Your Highness, being willful is only appropriate towards strangers.”

Ian looked at Morgan earnestly.

"But I clearly don't fall into that category."

"So your behavior is not what I call willfulness."

"Knight... don't be so arrogant."

Although Morgan said that, he tightened his grip on Ian's hand even more.

“Ian, when you went up there just now, that woman seemed to be watching you the whole time.”

“Your Highness, isn’t this the obvious thing to do?” Ian replied without any panic.

"Artoria is to award medals to the knights, and she should watch over each knight who goes up."

“No.” Morgan shook his head.

"The way she looks at you is clearly different from how she looks at others!"

"I can tell she had ulterior motives for putting you in the Knights!"

"It's alright, Your Highness."

Ian stared directly at Morgan, who was angry because of this, his eyes more determined than ever before.

“I’ll make use of this gaze—she’ll definitely regret staring at me like that later.”

"..."

Morgan remained silent for a while before continuing.

"Ian, you don't really need to work this hard."

"You know perfectly well that I don't love you at all, don't you?"

"Your Highness, but you know that even so, I will always love you, won't I?"

Morgan seemed to want to say something more after hearing this, but in the end he held back.

"...What an incurable idiot knight."

You and Morgan returned to the room.

She was very tired.