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

He fled thousands of miles away wounded, but was eventually killed by his companions.

This ending is indeed a bit cruel.

But Ian had to do it.

"If you want revenge after death, come find me."

Ian wiped the blood off his face and put the blade back into his scabbard.

"All this has nothing to do with Princess."

"I am willing to take responsibility for all my actions - but at least I can't let you break it all now."

Horse hooves rise and fall.

Ian once again embarked on a journey alone.

[You left the forest where the knight's bones were buried.]

[You continue riding towards the royal capital.]

[This is a lonely journey, with only the cold wind and the sun to accompany you. ]

【You spent a period of time alone, day and night. 】

[But you don't care about all this, after all, you have experienced much longer and more painful times. ]

【One morning, you climbed over a mountain. 】

[You are very happy because you know that if you walk a little further, you will be able to see Camelot.]

【But you didn't expect to see something unexpected at the foot of the mountain. 】

It's a wheat field.

Ian had never expected to see a wheat field here—at least, he had never seen one here before, on his way out of Camelot.

"Lord Ian!"

Such shouts were heard from the wheat field.

Then a group of figures emerged from all directions and approached him.

"You are finally back!"

"..."

Ian's eyes swept over the people in front of him, and after seeing some slightly familiar faces, he realized that these were the refugees who had followed him.

"Why are you here? Who asked you to come here?"

"It was the princess who asked us to open up the land here!" the refugees answered in unison.

"Princess?" Ian was a little confused.

"Yeah... is that weird?"

An elegant figure walked out from the wheat field - it was Morgan.

"My husband is away for something. As a wife, isn't it reasonable for me to take care of these things for him?"

"king……"

The words came to his lips, but Ian swallowed them back.

As he was nominally the King of Lot, it was indeed somewhat inappropriate for him to address Morgan as "Princess" in public.

However, Morgan himself solved this problem very cleverly.

"Ian, my husband, I am tired now, please take me back to the city."

"oh, I understand now."

【You ushered Morgan onto his horse.】

[As the refugees bid farewell, you and she rode slowly towards Camelot.]

[Horse hooves rose and fell on the ridges of the fields, leaving a trail of footprints.]

[You see ears of wheat blooming on both sides.]

You realize Morgan has done a lot during this time.

"Princess."

Ian held the reins, looked at the rice ears on both sides, and asked Morgan in his arms with some emotion.

"Did you create all these wheat fields?"

Morgan did not answer the question directly, but instead said something that seemed unrelated.

"Ian, I thought I said you were mine?"

"Yes, Princess, you did."

"So--"

"Since you are already my property, then everything that property does is still my property."

Morgan's fingers gently stroked the back of Ian's hand.

"Isn't it reasonable to take care of my belongings?"

"And Ian, don't you think it would be smart to praise me at this time?"

Ian smiled and shook his head.

"No, my lady, there is nothing praiseworthy about this."

"Because in my mind, this kind of thing is just a piece of cake for you."

"If I were to praise you for everything you've done, I'd probably be hoarse."

"Your sweet talk is as powerful as ever."

"but--"

Morgan's fingers gently pinched a small patch of skin on the back of Ian's hand and then lifted it up.

"I hope you can explain one thing now."

"What kind of wild woman who wants to die dares to leave a kiss on your face?"

51. She is guilty, I am upright

You didn't expect Morgan to mention this.

[After all, she was still talking to you about the wheat field a second ago. ]

[And more importantly, it has been a while since Artorius kissed me.]

How did Morgan discover it?

[You feel like something is a little off.]

"My Lady Princess, things may be a little different from what you think. I..."

"Shut up."

Before Ian could finish his words, Morgan pressed his lips with his slender fingers.

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

"My foolish knight—"

Morgan remained calm on the surface.

But Ian could feel that she was applying more force on the back of his hand.

Later——

It is estimated that there will be another wave of blood and gore.

[You drove Morgan towards Camelot.]

[She didn't introduce you to the wheat field like she did just now.]

[You have returned to the royal capital. ]

[You entered the royal court amid the envious gazes of the people, and no one noticed that something was wrong.]

[You returned to the room.]

[Everything is arranged the same as before you left, as if nothing has changed.]

There was a snap.

The room door is closed.

Morgan pushed Ian directly onto the bed.

She didn't even take off the elegant robe she was wearing, and just floated directly above Ian.

She placed her hands on Ian's ears, leaving two dents on the soft bed.

The beautiful long silver hair slid down from the shoulders and hung on the knight's face like willow branches.

The proud chest is wrapped in the front of the robe, outlining a soft and eye-catching curve.

Her waist stood above Ian's like a pontoon, her hips lifted slightly, allowing her robe to cascade down and rest on the edge of the bed.

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"Tell me, who is that wild woman?"

Morgan's finger gently traced across Ian's lips, leaving a shallow mark.

"Tell me earlier so I can kill her."

"My Lady Princess, please listen to me first..."

"I don't want to hear it." Morgan used a little more force on his right knee.

"Ian, I just want you to answer this question I have now."

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Okay, okay!" Ian raised his hands above his head. "My Lady Princess, I'll tell you. I'll tell you now."

"It's Artorius."

Morgan's eyes widened in an instant, and his deep pupils seemed to be able to swallow Ian.

She used some ruthless force on her knees in extremely threatening places, and her whole person became much more impatient, losing her usual coolness.

"Why is this name again!"

"Didn't you say that you would kill her the next time we meet?!"

"..."

"..."

"Ian, why aren't you speaking?" Morgan glared at the knight under him.

"Don't you feel any pain?"

"My Lady Princess, of course I feel pain." Ian's face was tense, "But my Lady Princess, if this method can help you calm down a little, then it's not a bad idea."

【Morgan heard you.】

【She realized that she was a little emotional. 】

[She loosens her knees momentarily.]

【She looked at you.】

"Well, I've calmed down now."

Morgan adjusted his sitting posture slightly to make himself look less aggressive.

But when she looked at the knight beneath her, there was still uncontrollable emotion in her eyes.