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

"If you have anything to say, say it now."

"Understood, Princess."

Ian was not afraid of Morgan's eyes.

"My Lady Princess, you are indeed right."

"According to your orders, I should indeed kill Artorius when I see him."

"But in fact, I can't do that - she has a powerful magic protecting her."

Ian took Morgan's hand.

"My Lady Princess, I saw the same petals as before. Perhaps that magician is interfering again."

【Morgan doesn't doubt your words.】

[Because from the previous few encounters, she did feel the power of the magician she had never met. ]

[Her attitude softened slightly.]

"Ian, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"My Lady Princess, if I were to lie to you, this excuse would be too lame."

Ian, who was pressed on the bed, answered Morgan's questions without changing his expression.

"It would be a better lie if I told you straight out that I had never met Artorius."

Holding Ian's hand, Morgan turned her face slightly away - a sign that she knew she had made a mistake.

But she always corrects her mistakes once she realizes them, but never admits them.

"Then why did he leave a hickey on your face?"

"My Lady Princess, I think I must confess something to you - Artorius is actually a woman under the influence of magic, and she seems to have special feelings for me."

Ian spoke bluntly, but all he got in return was silence from Morgan.

After a while, she spoke again with some hesitation:

"So... because of this special feeling, you took the initiative to let her kiss you?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"Although you may not believe it, Princess, this is what she did when I was unprepared."

"really."

Morgan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I knew you didn't have the guts - I'm going to find out everything about that woman sooner or later, and then kill her!"

"My Lady Princess, can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

"You don't even know someone left a kiss on my cheek, do you?"

If it was Morgan's fraud, then everything could be explained.

Morgan sneered.

"What? You won't allow me to question you about these things as your wife?"

"No." Ian shook his head, "That's not what I meant."

"I just thought we could trust each other more."

"..."

Morgan leaned down and moved closer to Ian.

"Where did that wild woman Artorius kiss you?"

"Maybe here..."

Ian covered a spot on his cheek - even though there was no mark on it anymore, he still remembered the spot.

"Heh." Morgan's eyes showed disdain.

"It seems that this wild woman still feels guilty about her crime—"

"But I am above board."

After Morgan said this, he lowered his head, cupped Ian's cheek, and kissed him on the lips.

The two of them were getting closer and closer to each other both mentally and physically.

The floor of the room was covered with the princess's robe and the knight's casual clothes.

The long-lost desire was rekindled in the room.

This is Morgan's leisurely melody before he is about to announce something.

But she enjoyed it so much that she couldn't help herself.

52. You will be controlled by me forever

[You have watered the princess's garden once again.]

But she indicated that this was far from enough.

【You say goodnight to each other in despair. 】

【You had a wonderful evening.】

【The next day arrived. 】

[Morgan woke up earlier than you, which is rare.]

[But you know the reason Morgan woke up late was because he wanted to hear your good morning. ]

[But at this moment, you also want to see what she will do when she wakes up early. ]

【You choose to pretend to sleep. 】

Morgan sat up and looked at Ian who was still sleeping soundly beside him.

There is a watery tenderness in those blue eyes.

"Ian?" she called tentatively.

Of course, you can't wake up someone who's pretending to be asleep.

Morgan did not continue shouting.

She reached out her hand and stroked the weathered face, her expression somewhat moved.

The delicate and smooth fingers moved very slowly over the past scars, as carefully and seriously as a devout believer worshipping in a holy place.

"It must have been painful when the scar was left... You're such a fool who didn't care about yourself."

"How could there be such a reckless knight..."

Morgan spoke with disgust, but his fingers moved more and more delicately, as if he was trying to wipe the wound off the other person's face.

"Because there are people as persistent as you, Princess, there are knights like me who don't care about their own lives."

“It’s fate.”

Ian turned around and looked at Morgan who was sitting next to him.

"Good morning, Princess."

"..."

Morgan's hands, which seemed very gentle just now, suddenly turned into strong pulling.

"Ian, you were pretending to be asleep, weren't you?"

"Ah... As expected, I can't hide it from your eyes, Princess."

"Because you belong to me, you are my chess piece, how could your every move escape my eyes?"

Morgan pulled Ian's cheek and rubbed it hard as punishment.

"I'll let you go today."

"Hurry up and get up. I want to show you something."

[Even though you thought Morgan was a little mysterious, you still did as she said.]

[You put on your casual clothes and waited in front of the mirror for her naked body to change into the elegant robe.]

[She spun around in front of the mirror and asked if you looked good.]

[After getting your affirmative opinion, she was satisfied and ended it all. ]

[She took your hand and left the room where you sang every night.]

[The happy sight of you holding hands has become a scene that attracts the attention of the entire royal court. ]

Ian didn't care whether the looks were good or bad.

After all, even without those gazes, he knew that he would still stand firmly by Morgan's side.

"My Lady Princess, where are we going?"

Morgan did not answer the question directly, but asked other questions instead.

"Ian, before you went to sleep last night, you told me that our father had been completely defeated, right?"

"……Correct."

Ian was very careful about his tone.

He understood that Morgan wanted the throne very much - so King Uther's abdication was something that was bound to happen before that.

But along with the abdication came the death of King Uther.

Morgan couldn't be sure whether he had any sadder thoughts about this.

The misery of the lake weeping is enough to taste once.

He didn't want to see it a second time.

【The situation is not as complicated as you think. 】

[Morgan is much more decisive than you think.]

[After she confirmed the news, her expression seemed somewhat relieved.]

This is not something difficult to understand.

She was bent on taking the throne, so she might not have much respect for King Uther in her heart.

not to mention--

Was this the same king who had driven her back to Camelot?

"Ian, does this mean that we may receive defeated soldiers returning from the front line one after another?"

"Yes."

Ian glanced around cautiously, then replied in a low voice.

"My Lady Princess, I have already killed a group of them on the way."

"I know."

Morgan held Ian's hand tightly, her expression still stern, as if the knight beside her had only told her how beautiful the sunrise was this morning.

"Your sword smells of blood."

"But Ian, don't do anything like this again."

"I will use magic to correct their perception."

"Yes, I understand, Princess."

Ian knew one thing very clearly.

His destiny has been inextricably combined with Morgan's, like the intertwined bodies in the middle of the night.

This is an unchangeable fact.