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

Ian was indeed a bit tired—corrupting Artoria was no easy task.

Unbeknownst to him, after he fell asleep, Morgan immediately began examining the clothes he had taken off.

She carefully searched through each piece of clothing, but found no trace of the pleasure.

With her experience, she knew that the clues left behind could not be hidden.

This means that he really only entered Artoria's room, but did not enter her body.

but--

Is it really?

Morgan smelled the aroma of wine, but he felt that this wasn't quite right.

She found herself getting scared.

Morgan has changed.

She started frequently dragging you into public places.

You always kiss in front of many people.

[Especially when Artoria appears, her inclination in this regard becomes even more intense.]

The residents of Camelot praised your good relationship because of this.

[But in private, she occupied most of your time.]

She is constantly draining you.

Whenever she has a free moment, she'll force you onto the bed.

But unlike before, Morgan was no longer simply enjoying himself.

She started trying positions that would pique your interest—for example, half-lying in front of you and swaying her body.

[You are nothing but a despicable knight who lusts after her body, so naturally you are successfully seduced every time.]

"Is that all right now...?"

Morgan touched his lower abdomen, feeling the warmth emanating from within, and thought to himself.

If things continue like this, he will definitely never be able to find that Artoria again.

Besides, there's nothing wrong with that.

She was his wife in name only—so what was wrong with a wife draining all of her husband's energy?

Morgan swore in the name of the princess that she would never let him escape from her grasp.

“Ian, I command you to move immediately.”

"...Understood, Your Highness."

Just as Ian's hand touched Morgan's waist, there was a soft knock on the door.

Then came the maid's voice:

"Um, Lord Lothar!"

"The Knight King orders you to go there now!"

"It's said that a new knight is going to be meeting!"

72. A Sisterhood Showdown at the Round Table (4,000-word chapter, bounty 1/11)

"Understood. Please tell the Knight King for me that I'll be there right away!"

"Yes, Your Majesty Lord Lot."

After the maid's voice faded into the distance, Ian looked at Morgan, who was biting her lip tightly, and said apologetically:

"Your Highness, you must have heard it, right? I'm afraid we should stop here for now."

"..."

Morgan gripped Ian's clothes tightly.

"Can't you just go?"

"Since it's ultimately her decision whether the knights join or not, it makes no difference whether you're present or not, right?"

"You are absolutely right."

Ian did not refute Morgan's words.

“But Your Highness, perhaps there are other things that I need to consider—which are of great significance to our plans.”

"..."

Morgan turned his head away and didn't speak again for a while.

"Then I want to go with you."

"..."

"What kind of look is that? Don't you want to see me do this?"

“No, that’s not it.” Ian shook his head. “It’s just that I remember you said, Your Highness, that you didn’t want to see Artoria.”

"I don't know how long the meeting will last, it may be a rather grueling process for you."

"..."

Morgan held Ian's hand tightly.

"Then I'm going too!"

“Okay.” Ian never stopped Morgan from doing anything.

“Your Highness, please come with me. It would be an honor for me.”

"Well, you'll understand."

You agreed to Morgan's offer.

You and she travel together to the location designated by Artoria.

Throughout the journey, you can feel Morgan exerting force on your hand.

You can sense that she seems a little nervous.

creak.

The heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open.

Ian and Morgan arrived at the location where the roundtable meeting was being held.

Artoria did not place it on the throne.

The reason is simple—she hopes that when the roundtable meeting is held, every knight who participates will see himself as one of the knights, not as a king on high.

Now, Artoria is sitting in the very center of the round table.

She had changed into the royal robes, which made her look dignified and made it impossible for anyone to realize that she was actually quite young.

When she saw Ian and Morgan appear together, she frowned slightly, but quickly regained her usual composure.

Why did the two of you appear at the same time?

"Lord Ian, I think I instructed you to invite only you, didn't I? Did the servant misinterpret your message?"

Morgan's eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at Artoria.

Ian knew that if he were to ask her to speak, the situation would likely become even more complicated.

Thinking of this, he began to explain:

“Knight King, the servant’s message is correct; you have indeed only invited me.”

"but--"

Ian grabbed Morgan's hand.

"As my wife, she is somewhat interested in this kind of thing."

"Therefore, I implore you, Wang, to make an exception and allow her to witness this roundtable meeting with us."

Morgan was naturally unconvinced.

But she also knew that she didn't need to get emotional in this situation.

"..."

“I understand.” Artoria nodded. “Then—”

"Let's make an exception and allow this round of onlookers."

"However, I must make it clear beforehand that those who enter the round table should first and foremost observe round table etiquette. If you offend them, don't blame me for being impolite."

"That's natural."

"Yes." Artoria granted her permission.

“Sir Ian, then please come and sit over here with me.”

"Today's meeting is not a formal roundtable discussion, but merely an on-site inspection of the candidates nominated by Minister Gaholis and Minister Gao Wenqing."

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then nodded and sat down next to Artoria as she requested.

Morgan, on the other hand, very naturally sat down on his other side.

then--

Ian was caught between Morgan and Artoria.

of course.

From other people's perspective, it's just that they sat on the same side.

But Ian, who was deeply involved, still felt a strange pressure.

“Let Bedivere in,” Artoria said.