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

"The wine seems to smell even better now."

"Artoria, may I try some?"

The girl's pupils widened slightly, but quickly transformed into a willing shame.

“If it's Mr. Ian—”

"That's no problem."

Ian felt as if his heart had been touched once again.

But he knew that now was not the time to waver.

He had to take this despicable step.

Ian carried the girl to the throne.

Everything seems to have never changed.

But Ian knew that what he was thinking was completely different now.

Artoria lay on the throne, showing the man before her the wine she had treasured for a day.

"Mr. Ian, please enjoy your meal."

"If it's not enough... we can brew more later."

puff--

The bottle has been opened.

The girl's soft, flawless lips welcomed the person she loved most.

That was a forbidden possession known only to him.

The fair hands restlessly rubbed against the throne, as if trying to scrape off the gilding on its surface.

She is a ruthless king, but also a wine vessel that only he can use.

The aroma of grapes and the soft cries of young girls echoed in the ethereal night sky.

The throne has once again been desecrated by knights.

Some people have fallen into despair because of this.

But some people are crossing that red line that symbolizes single-mindedness.

You have tasted a wine that is truly unparalleled.

[Your innate magical enhancement has been replaced with Dragon's Lair Brew: Your body has been enhanced by some mysterious magic, and you have suddenly gained a deeper understanding of magic.]

You realize that Artoria's body hides a huge secret.

However, compared to this, making Artoria on the throne accept this shame is your greater gain.

You will despicably exploit this affection, turning her into a queen at your beck and call.

And the king's conquest will silently begin after tonight.

71. The princess found herself somewhat frightened (4,000-word chapter)

[You've begun to use Artoria even more.]

If you, on whom she entrusted your last bit of affection, wanted to toy with her, it would be far too easy.

After all, no one would have imagined that the cold and ruthless King Arthur would be such an innocent and pure young girl in your presence.

This kind of shameful education also led you to discover the secrets of her body.

[The Dragon's Lair Brew has been replaced with the Gift of the Crimson Dragon: You discover that it's not only Artoria's brewed wine that can strengthen your body; her female body itself also possesses the ability to greatly enhance magic.]

You realize that Merlin's prophecy was also a lie.

The red dragon did not appear because of the prophecy; rather, the prophecy began because of the red dragon.

This makes you increasingly dissatisfied with the scam.

[You unconsciously channeled this resentment into your interactions with Artoria.]

"king."

Gao Wen knocked on the heavy door.

Are you there?

"What is it?" Artoria's indifferent voice came.

“That’s how it is,” Gao Wen said respectfully.

"During today's morning assembly, due to my personal oversight, I forgot to report one thing, you see..."

"...Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, Gao Wenqing, you can report this here urgently."

"Understood, thank you for your forgiveness, Your Majesty."

Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, took out a roll of parchment, and began to report its contents.

"Your Majesty, the Knights have expressed their unanimous support for the idea of ​​expanding the size of the Knights that you mentioned last time."

"But the key now is how to ensure that those who enter the Knights are not mediocre."

“…It’s very simple.” Artoria answered without hesitation.

"You should first screen the knights who come, and then I will meet with them personally."

"But Your Majesty, if this is the case, there will inevitably be no unified evaluation standard for each active knight. What should we do then?"

“…Then there’s no need for a separate assessment, Gao Wenqing. You can have multiple knights participate together, and make the final selection by majority rule.”

"If there are any disagreements during this process that cannot be resolved, then you can seek my or Lord Ian's assistance."

"Of course—I believe there won't be many such opportunities, after all, you are all excellent knights, and your judgment should also be outstanding."

Artoria's words instantly enlightened Gawain.

He realized that he was only considering things from one person's perspective, while Wang saw a much broader range of options.

His admiration for the king grew even stronger.

"I see, I understand what to do now."

"It may be offensive, but Wang, have you seen my father? He seems to be very busy lately."

“Gawain,” Artoria’s cold reply came, “You must believe that Lord Ian is doing what I need.”

So, do you have any other questions?

"No, thank you for your answer, Your Majesty."

With utmost respect for King Arthur, Gawain walked away into the distance.

He's really amazing!

But speaking of which, didn't we just hear a pattering sound?

What Gawain didn't know was—

On the other side of the door was a scene of utter chaos.

The king's coat was loosely placed on the bed.

The white dress she usually wore for her secret rendezvous was rolled up and fell onto the red carpet.

Purple wine liquid was poured aside, outlining an irregular lotus flower.

The girl, who had been as cold as ice just moments before, had now returned to a warm state.

"Um, it seems like Gawain has left..."

"Yes."

"Mr. Ian, may I make a small request?"

"any request?"

"that is--"

Artoria, leaning against the door, looked at the cork in the man's hand and blushed deeply.

"Could you mention this a little bit next time you put the wine in?"

"I almost lost control."

"Artoria, are you very scared?"

Ian pulled her into his arms, pretending to be very interested.

Even if I were standing right in front of you?

“Mr. Ian, that’s not what I meant.”

"That's fine."

"We won't be discovered."

After saying this, Ian kissed Artoria, preventing her from saying anything more.

She's not the only one who uses this tactic of denying the other person a response in order to gain their false approval.

[You already possess the last vestige of Artoria's emotions; corrupting her like this wouldn't be difficult for you.]

You try to learn the secrets of her body from her, only to discover that she herself seems to still have many things she doesn't understand.

You've decided to learn about something else.

You intended to learn about Merlin from her, but instead received even more heartbreaking memories.

"I used to sleep only three hours a night, and during those three hours, Merlin would teach me chivalry and the righteousness that comes with being a king."

"So for me, being able to live like this is actually a very happy thing."

You realize that Artoria's smile isn't as relaxed as it seems—it all stems from the imposed fate upon her.

That day, for the first time, you stayed with her until midnight.

"Mr. Ian."