In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

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The door to the room opened.

Morgan, who was wearing a gauze dress, poked her head out and saw Ian waiting at the door.

He smiled and said, "My Lady Princess, I am glad to see you at last."

Morgan immediately realized that he had fallen into Ian's "trap".

She turned around and tried to close the door, but Ian blocked her with his hand.

"Princess, please give me a chance to explain, okay?"

"A chance to explain?"

Morgan's mouth curled up slightly.

"Sure, Ian, you said so yourself."

【You are brought into the room by Morgan. 】

[The door closes again, leaving you two alone.]

[But you clearly feel that something is not right in the atmosphere.]

Morgan was still wearing the same figure-revealing gauze dress, and the faint glow of moonlight and candlelight shone on her from the other side.

The curve of the body under the tulle was outlined vividly by the light, without any remaining part.

It's a very subtle feeling.

Although you can't see anything on the surface, it seems like you can see everything visually.

Ian knew that this was definitely not the result of Morgan's occasional display, but a strategy she had already mastered.

"sit down."

Morgan patted the seat beside him.

"..."

Ian did not refuse Morgan's request.

[You sat in the seat designated by Morgan.]

[However, before you could feel the softness of the bed, Morgan's feet landed directly in front of you.]

[Her strength is neither too strong nor too weak. While using her heels to make you feel the unbearable weight of life, she does not exert enough pressure on you to cut down the yellow dragon.]

[The pressure of life and death that the Sword of Damocles can exert is probably limited to this extent. ]

[She motioned for you to come closer to her, then hooked her finger under your chin at a perfect position and spoke in a lukewarm tone.]

"Ian, you are my knight, right?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian looked directly at Morgan, "I will always be your most loyal knight."

"Then why do you have so much fun chatting with other women?"

"She's not your princess, is she?"

Morgan's fingers were gently gesturing at Ian's chin.

"Ian, answer me seriously, you don't want anything important to break, do you?"

As he spoke, Morgan put a little more force on his heels.

A little cold sweat appeared on Ian's forehead.

But he was not panicked - because he knew how to explain it clearly.

You confessed to Morgan that it was Artorius, and once again emphasized the fact that he was a man.

[This is just a farewell between you and a junior who you get along well with. ]

[But Morgan didn't let you go.]

The princess gently wiped the knight's chin with her slender fingers.

Ian also felt a real pressure - love came from Morgan's heel.

"Ian, I don't want to do this, but you don't seem very honest."

"If it was a man, why did they give you the scarf?"

As expected, I asked about scarves.

But Ian was not panicked at all - because he really had no idea about Artorius.

"My Lady Princess, you are indeed very observant."

"but--"

"Maybe you need to look at that scarf first."

[You took out the scarf Artorius gave you.]

[Morgan took it in his own hands and looked at it for a long time.]

[As you watched, she held it over the flame of the candlestick and burned it clean.]

"ugly."

Morgan's voice sounded, and the burning embers and stench disappeared.

"I don't like it at all. Don't let me see you getting this kind of thing from any girl again."

"besides--"

"Not even men."

"Those with unknown gender are not allowed either."

At this point, Ian knew that the unfinished scarf had indeed made Morgan believe what he said.

"Okay, Princess." He smiled slightly, "I will pay attention next time."

【Morgan has let you go for now.】

[Her heels relax a little, no longer causing you to feel as much pressure as before. 】

[However, her inquiry did not end there.]

"Ian." Morgan leaned forward slightly.

"But didn't you say that the man named Artorius might have seen something he shouldn't have seen?"

Ian nodded.

"Yes, my lady."

"I did think so before, but after actually communicating with him, I found that he didn't notice what I did at that time at all."

"And there are some mistakes that I have to confess to you."

"Oh--?"

Morgan's fingers traced the edge of Ian's cheek.

"Tell me, what is it?"

Ian took a deep breath and spoke in an apologetic tone:

"He looks a bit like you, I just can't do it."

Hearing this, Morgan smiled.

"Ian, are you trying to say you see me in him?"

"Yes, Princess, you are right, that is why I did not do anything."

Ian looked so sincere that Morgan had no way of doubting what he said.

She slowly eased her heels away from Ian.

"Ian, if that's the case, you should kill him."

"Something similar to me, that's a potential threat."

"Yes, Princess. Now that I think about it, I should have done that." Ian did not deny his mistake.

"I am willing to accept any punishment."

"punish?"

Morgan stood up.

In the moonlight, she has a graceful figure and skin as white as cream, like a unique elf dancing in this world.

"Well, I really should punish you."

Morgan turned around and took Ian's hand.

"I will punish you by asking you to accompany me to sit on my father's throne for a while."

32. Night Tour of Magic Asylum

"Understood, Princess."

Looking at Morgan in front of him, Ian answered directly.

"Ian, aren't you going to hesitate for a moment?" Morgan looked at the knight who answered him directly without any thought.

"That's my father's throne."

"Well, I know that's the king's throne."

"But that is also the place you long for, my lady, right?"

Ian gave a sly smile.

"Someone has to escort you there, doesn't he?"

Morgan said nothing more.

[She, wearing a tulle, holds your hand and walks out of the room. ]

[Morgan had cast a magic trick of her own on the two of you at some point. When the moon is full, even if we walk hand in hand in the night like this, your figures can be hidden.]

[You have arrived at the corridor of the royal court.]

[The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, so she slowed down her pace.]

"Ian."

"Yes, Princess."

"Is this the first time we come here at night?" Morgan asked as he looked at the sea of flowers half immersed in moonlight.

"You remember correctly, Princess."

The fact was that neither of them had ever been anywhere other than Morgan's room.

After all, if other people accidentally discovered the knight and the princess's reconciliation, things would get out of control.

But Ian knew there was no need to point this out - there was no right or wrong in their answers.

"Ian, answer that question for me again."

Morgan turned around and looked straight at Ian with his blue eyes.

“Who is more beautiful, me or these flowers?”