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

[After explaining all this, Morgan did not stop. ]

[She holds your hand and walks towards the depths of the royal court.]

[You will see fewer and fewer people, and the environment around you will become quieter and quieter.]

[The last time I felt this way was when I was doing something blasphemous with Morgan on the throne.]

[You realize that the place you are going to next may have the same significance as the throne.]

"Coming."

Morgan, who was walking in front, stopped temporarily.

She just reached out and slightly changed the angle of a book on the bookshelf next to her.

The bookshelves suddenly moved to the sides, and a dark passage illuminated by candlelight appeared in front of the two.

Morgan tightened his grip on Ian's hand and walked inside.

At the end of the secret passage is a room filled with all kinds of strange objects.

"Ian."

Morgan looked at everything in front of him, his expression rarely seen, and he fell into a state of intoxication.

"Do you remember when I asked you what name you would like for a child?"

"Of course I remember, Princess." Ian smiled slightly, "You said you like children named Gawain, and this is also my favorite name."

"Ah."

Morgan took Ian's hand and pressed it against his abdomen.

"Then do you remember how many times you released your desires here?"

"Too many to count, my lady. Your body has enchanted me to such an extent that I cannot remember all these things."

"It doesn't matter." Morgan smiled calmly, "Because you will come again."

"You always satisfy me when it comes to things that please me."

"so--"

Morgan looked at Ian.

"You will be controlled by me forever."

"We will soon have a child named Gawain."

"He calls you father and me mother."

"He will gain great power under the blessing of my magic, and he will also show his elegance as a knight under your swordsmanship guidance."

"His sword will be wielded for us until a new king emerges in Britain."

"Ian, although I have never loved you, I command you to accept all this unconditionally."

After hearing these words, Ian gently kissed Morgan's hand.

"It is my great pleasure, Princess."

53. Joy will not change due to any new life

[The knights who fled from the front line arrived in Camelot one after another. ]

[Just as Morgan said, under the influence of his magic, they recognized your identity without a doubt.]

[They, like the residents of the capital, call you King Lot, but they seem to prefer calling you the Old Knight.]

[You pieced together an even more surprising truth from the stories of these losers.]

[That is, after Vortigern defeated King Uther, he did not pursue the victory - this is also the fundamental reason why the knights were able to escape back. ]

[He seemed to be looking for something more important on British soil.]

[You know, that might be closely related to the decline of the Age of Gods that he mentioned earlier.]

【But compared to this, you are more concerned about the good news for you and Morgan. 】

[After all, if we go to war with Vortigern again in this state, it is not something to be happy about. ]

【Morgan's view is not much different from yours.】

[Time passes slowly as you two are worried about each other walking on thin ice.]

"Princess."

Ian stood on the city wall, looking at the vast expanse of golden color that stretched to the end of his sight.

"It's time for the autumn harvest again."

"Ah."

Morgan nodded, looked at Ian beside him, and moved his lips slightly.

"Ian, am I still as attractive to you as before?"

"of course."

"Do you still love me now?"

"of course."

"It's a pity that I still don't love you."

"It's okay, Princess. Love is never something that needs a response."

"Then kiss me once, knight. I want to hear if your heartbeat matches your words."

"It will be so."

The knight kissed the princess on the city wall, and under their feet was the declining land of Britain.

None of them knew how long the lie they had jointly fabricated would last.

But there is a unanimous consensus that we should cherish the beauty in front of us.

【What Morgan said before is becoming a reality.】

【Your child Gawain was born in Camelot. 】

[As Morgan said, Gawain was born with her magical blessing.]

[You can clearly feel that his talent and growth rate are different from ordinary people. ]

[This otherworldly performance will be masked by Morgan's additional magic.]

[However, under your and Morgan's deliberate control, Gawain's birth did not become a major event that alarmed Camelot - after all, now is not the time for a big feast.]

[But this does not mean that you have treated Gao Wen unfairly. ]

【You provided him with the best environment for growth. 】

[Morgan taught him the etiquette and knowledge that a royal should have, and you taught him the swordsmanship and courage that a knight should have.]

[There is a specially arranged place in the royal court. ]

[You and Little Gao Wen are doing your daily practice here. ]

"Gawain, why did you stop?"

Morgan asked as he looked at little Gawain who sat next to him.

"I don't want to practice anymore."

Little Gawain turned his head away, looking a little angry.

Morgan still cares about Gawain.

"What happened?"

"Gawain, tell me."

"If it was your father's mistake, I will make him correct it."

"Father, he..." Little Gao Wen turned around, his face flushed red.

"Father has been watching you, mother! He didn't practice with me seriously at all. I don't like this feeling of being perfunctory!"

"..."

The corners of Morgan's mouth twitched, and he looked like he wanted to laugh.

But she finally endured it.

"Well... this is really too much."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to him now."

"Yeah!" Little Gao Wen nodded repeatedly.

Morgan walked up to Ian and held his hand - this was the most intimate action she could have with Ian in front of her children.

"Ian, how could you treat Gawain like this?"

"He is our child. You should have taught him carefully and made him an excellent knight under our command."

"But now you're just looking at me."

"I'm sorry, but I won't do that again."

"I didn't ask you to correct this."

Morgan's fingers gently caressed Ian's, his slender index and middle fingers slightly forked over his, imitating the appearance of legs spread apart.

"I just want you to be aware of the situation—"

“Better occasions, better experiences.”

"For example, when you are in a room, you can look wherever you want."

"That's it, I understand."

"Gawain, come here, your father won't be distracted again."

"Come here!"

【Little Gawain has never slept in the same room with you. 】

[As your descendant, he has his own luxurious room. ]

[Of course, if you really want to trace it back, everything was arranged by you. ]

[Because the joy you and Morgan have will never stop because of the birth of Gawain. ]

[But this does not mean that you only seek pleasure and neglect the governance of Camelot. ]

[You should rectify the wounded troops, revise the laws, and enact more positive policies.]

[The yield of the land has decreased, so you planted better magic seeds on a large scale to resist this disaster as much as possible. ]

[You resolve many disputes in the city yourself, and you can always be seen listening to opinions on the road. ]

[The public is not stupid. They can see the efforts you and Morgan have made.]

【The panic caused by King Uther's defeat was gradually eliminated.】

[Although you have never been crowned king, in their hearts, you and Morgan, as princes, have long been the uncrowned kings of Camelot.]

【Gawain also grew into an excellent knight during this period.】

【He inherited your horse and sword.】

"Father, Mother, I'm going on patrol."

"Go ahead." Ian waved his hand, "But you must remember that you are already an excellent knight. You must always control your temper."

"Well, I know."

Gawain replied respectfully.

"I will never bring shame to my father and mother."

Watching Gawain go away, Ian felt a little touched.

Morgan, who was standing by, grabbed his hand at this time.