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

After you talked in bed for a while, she fell asleep.

You understand that today is the most tiring day of her life.

This strengthened your resolve.

[You despicable person know you have to start carrying out your plan no matter what.]

[Date a young girl and make her blush.]

You know this is your last choice.

Ian covered Morgan with the blanket and then got out of bed.

He left the room, then walked out of the royal court and onto the street.

The people of Camelot were in a state of jubilation because of the knighthood ceremony.

As the chief knight, Ian naturally received special treatment.

However, he was not at all intoxicated by the praise that came his way.

After all, these praises came from Artoria, and he hoped that one day he would hear another name.

Under the sunset.

Ian gave instructions to Gawain, who was also highly praised for being granted the title of knight.

"Gao Wen, if your mother looks for me, tell her I have something to do and I'll be back soon."

"Yes, Father, I understand."

Watching Ian's departing figure, Gawain felt a vague unease in his heart.

He always felt that his father had embarked on a path of no return.

only--

On a day like today, let's try to think positively.

You left the bustling streets of Camelot.

You have returned to the royal court.

Just like when you were having your affair with Morgan a long time ago, you avoided the sight of everyone in the royal court.

You have arrived at the gate that Morgan brought you to twice before—the very place where you were knighted.

You know what's behind that door, and you know that once you push it open, there's no turning back.

Ian suddenly felt like laughing.

He wasn't laughing at someone else, but at himself.

Artoria's girlish body was so pure and flawless; she was a rare treasure.

My own hands are now trembling.

Turning back?

Isn't there no turning back already?

What am I worried about? What am I afraid of?

Why not just push the door open?

Ian reached out his hand, only to find that the small distance between his hand and the door was so vast, as if he could never reach it in his lifetime.

But everything seems to be tied to the rolling wheels.

The thick door slowly opened, and half a head peeked out from inside.

"Mr. Ian, it really is you!"

The girl's smile was so sweet, like the sunshine that shone on the British Isles.

Even as night falls, it shines as brightly as day.

Artoria took you inside.

Looking at everything before you, you felt a long-lost sense of disorientation.

However, the girl was unaware of the changes in your heart.

She just thinks you might be sick.

"Mr. Ian?"

Artoria, dressed in a white dress, stood on tiptoe and waved in front of Ian.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"That's not true." Ian snapped out of his daze and told a little lie.

"I just feel that coming here at night and coming here during the day are completely different experiences."

"That's for sure..."

Artoria stood with her hands behind her back, looking quite embarrassed.

"Generally speaking, no one is allowed to come here at night."

"but--"

Artoria raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

"Since Mr. Ian wants to meet here, let's make a slight compromise!"

"I am now the king of Camelot, and I have the right to make this decision!"

The girl spoke very casually.

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“Um, Mr. Ian…”

"Hey, what's wrong?"

How did I do today?

Artoria's toes lightly traced circles on the floor of the throne room.

Did I disappoint you?

"..."

Ian put on a fake smile and gently stroked Artoria's head.

"You performed very well, flawlessly, without a single fault."

"Really?!"

Artoria seemed very pleased to be praised.

"As long as Mr. Ian helps, I'm not nervous at all!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl realized that this was probably not something she should have said so boldly.

She took Ian's hands.

"Anyway, thank you very much, Mr. Ian."

After saying that, Ian felt a slight burden on his chest.

She buried her head in the hole once again.

[You realize that this is the moment when Artoria is most moved.]

This is also the perfect moment for a despicable lawsuit.

[You recalled Morgan's pained expression and quickly made up your mind.]

You know it's time for you to be an asshole.

Ian took a deep breath, then lowered his head and kissed Artoria in his arms.

The girl initially resisted, but soon succumbed to his control and became his captive, obeying him completely.

for a while.

Only after confirming that the other person had completely succumbed did he slowly release his grip.

"Mr. Ian..."

Artoria blushed slightly as Ian kissed her for the first time.

She seemed to have a lot to say.

"Shh-"

Ian made a quiet gesture in front of his mouth.

"Now is not the time for noise."

"Hmm..." Artoria covered her mouth and nodded.

Seeing the girl hesitate to make a move, Ian put his arm around her waist again and continued speaking.

"Is the wine still there?"

Hearing this question, Artoria's face turned even redder.

She didn't answer the question directly, but instead spoke through her actions.

She clutched the hem of her dress and shyly revealed the answer.

under the moonlight.

Ian saw the wine that the girl had kept.

It is incredibly pure, yet at the same time exudes an alluring fragrance.

With the cork slightly protruding, it should be easy to pull it out from the spout without much effort.

Although it's impossible to see what's inside the wine vessel, it must still be a fine wine.

Ian knew now was the best time.

He leaned close to Artoria's ear and whispered to her: