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

"When the sun rises over Britain, you shine like it, and all the poems need to praise this brilliance, so your beauty can only be buried in my heart."

"And when the sun of Britain rests, I no longer need to sing those poems, and your beauty is the most eye-catching splendor under the night sky."

Morgan smiled with satisfaction.

"Ian, your words of coaxing me are getting more and more beautiful."

"But there is one thing I think I need to correct you on."

"The sun never sets on Britain, it just sets somewhere else."

"My Lady Princess, you are right."

[The story of Morgan and the flower ends for now. ]

[She held your hand and walked through the corridors of the royal court.]

[Countless rooms slowly pass by you, silently telling the majesty of Camelot.]

[After the interweaving of light and shadow, you and Morgan stopped in front of a huge door.]

[You have never been allowed to enter here, but you know clearly that behind this door is where the throne is. ]

You understand what you are getting into.

"Ian." Morgan looked at the huge door in front of him, with an indescribable feeling in his blue eyes.

"Do you know what's behind this door?"

"I know, Princess." Ian also looked at it.

"That's the place you think about day and night, and that's the place you will definitely sit in."

"It's amazing that you always think so."

The princess's fair hand gently stroked the door.

Although King Uther has not opened it for a long time, people with special permission still take good care of this place that symbolizes royal power.

So Morgan didn't touch any dust - although she wouldn't hate it even if she did.

"Obviously no one thinks so..."

"That's because the people have not yet seen your ability to govern, Princess. Once they understand your vision, they will surely wake up."

"So, Princess..."

Ian put his hand on the door as well - this was a clear act of usurping one's status.

"I'll open this door for you."

[The heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open by you.]

[The paths of the door bottoms each drew a quarter of a circle on the ground.]

[You know you are doing something that could lead to your own death, but you have no complaints about it.]

[Because you know that's what Morgan needs.]

[This time, it's your turn to hold Morgan's hand and take her to the place she has fantasized about countless times. ]

"Princess, we're coming in." Ian reported.

Morgan looked at everything in front of him bathed in moonlight, and it took him a while to utter a word.

"Ian, do you understand what you mean?"

"I understand." Ian nodded in response.

"An ignorant knight broke into the king's meeting place in the middle of the night."

"And you, my lady, are the smart one who noticed all of this."

[Morgan completely understands what you mean - she knows that once you are discovered, you will take all the responsibility immediately.]

[But she doesn't need you to do this. ]

[She is fully confident in her magic and doesn't think that she and you will be discovered by anyone.]

But you also noticed one thing.

[You notice that her eyes are always looking at the throne not far ahead.]

You realize what she's thinking.

[You know it's time to help her out. ]

Morgan's eyes were still on the throne where King Uther once sat.

She could feel her heart beating loudly, and every beat was so clear that it seemed as if it might separate from her chest at any moment.

Morgan knew that he was being a little paranoid.

But she also knew that these paranoias were the foundation that supported her soul.

Since there is always someone who will become the king.

Then why can't this person be myself?

The ambitious memories by the lake create a restless mood.

It wasn't until Ian's voice came that Morgan came back to reality.

She heard an apology.

"I'm sorry, Princess. Please allow me to be rude once."

"what?"

Before Morgan could comprehend what this meant, Ian had bent down and picked her up.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Ian sent Morgan to the throne with a very standard pace.

"My lady princess, you should be sitting like this now."

"Standing is what a humble knight like me should do."

Hearing these words, Morgan's hand gently stroked the edge of the throne.

The sternness on her face gradually disintegrated, replaced by a light blush like the one she got from Ian.

"No, Ian, you should kneel before me."

Morgan rested his chin on his right hand and leaned sideways on the throne.

One of her feet pressed against Ian's inner thigh.

"As a knight, don't you need my canonization?"

33. Desecrating the throne by compromise

Morgan leaned sideways on the throne.

The gauze had slid down along the skin, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The princess's fair shoulders were revealed in the silent night, and one could vaguely see the subtle curve of the upper part of her chest and the small arc that resulted from it.

However, Morgan didn't care about all this.

Her feet, stretched out from under the gauze, were pressing straight on the gap between the knight's land and the canyon.

Those blue eyes were gentle and hazy, as clear as broken crystals.

Ian knew that Morgan had completely taken on the position of king at this time.

He was also willing to cooperate with her in performing a drama - even if there were no audience.

"Yes, my lady, you are right. I will kneel down now."

"and many more--"

Morgan stopped Ian with the foot that was perfectly maintained by magic.

"I changed my mind."

"Since it's a canonization, let me inspect your weapons."

Morgan held his face and smiled faintly.

"My knight, is this okay?"

[Of course you can't refuse Morgan's request. ]

[Although this place is not suitable for doing so. But you still take off your armor as she wishes.]

[Even though you actually know that she just wants to play with you. ]

[Morgan on the throne witnessed the whole process, and she asked you to stop from time to time.]

【And this pause also made her notice one thing. 】

"Ian." Morgan asked with a hint of confusion, "Where's your sword?"

Knowing that he couldn't hide the truth from Morgan, Ian answered directly and truthfully.

"My Lady Princess, I gave it to Artorius."

Hearing this, Morgan's expression instantly turned cold.

"Ian!"

"Why is it that man again! Are you really that interested in him?"

"My Lady Princess, this was a mistake in my previous plan. I am ashamed of my incompetence."

"Then it seems necessary for you to know whose property you belong to."

Morgan's foot slowly moved up, stepped on Ian's chest, and then began to rub it.

She said coldly: "This is your punishment."

Morgan's feet are much more flexible than you might think.

And she knew exactly how to break Ian - or rather, how to torture Ian.

She knew her knight all too well.

Finally, Ian couldn't take it anymore.

"My Lady Princess, I was wrong."

"I really shouldn't have given away my sword without informing you."

"Please give me a chance."

"Is that all?"

Morgan persisted.

"Then Ian, tell me, what will you do next time you see the man named Artorius?"

"I will do whatever it takes to kill him."

Morgan smiled with satisfaction.

"I see. I hope you'll keep your word."

The princess's feet finally spared her knight.

But that doesn't mean it's all over.

On the contrary, it symbolizes a brand new beginning.

Morgan sat up on the throne.

Her legs were slightly apart, her hands were on the railings on both sides of the throne, and her back was leaning against the burgundy cushion behind her.

"Ian, the real review has just begun."

"May the rest of your weapons remain as good as ever."