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

"Ian, come with me to a place today."

"Of course no problem." Ian smiled slightly, "But Princess, can you tell me in advance where you want to go?"

"So I can make some preparations for you."

"No need to prepare anything."

Morgan looked at the man beside him with gentle eyes.

"It is within this royal court, and we have already been there once."

"My Lady Princess, could it be..."

"Ian, you're right."

Morgan showed a faint smile, concealing her never-ending ambition.

"I want to go see the throne with you again."

54. You are her only throne

"I see, Princess. Please allow me to go with you." Ian replied calmly.

"Ian."

Morgan looked at the weathered man in front of him.

"It's daytime now."

"Do you know what this means?"

"Of course." Ian smiled calmly, "I am your foolish husband who covets the throne, and you are the smart wife who tries to stop your husband from usurping the throne."

"If anyone finds out, King Lot will be put to death, and the story of the princess defending King Uther's dignity will be sung."

"Ian, you're still as stupid as ever."

Morgan tightened his grip on Ian's hand.

"Do you want Gawain to lose his father so early?"

"My Lady, then——"

"Shut up." Morgan held Ian's hands in his arms.

"You are my property. Wherever I am, you shall be there."

[You look at Morgan tenderly and say nothing.]

【But the situation is not that bad. 】

[Because your and Morgan's status has long reached a level that no one can doubt.]

[So even if he walked towards the depths of the royal court like this, he did not arouse anyone's suspicion.]

[You walked along a corridor that was not familiar but not completely unfamiliar, passing by the doors of each room.]

[You have arrived in front of the huge door.]

[Behind the door is the throne that symbolizes Camelot's ownership. ]

[You recalled the last time Morgan hesitated about whether to open the door.]

[You are ready to take on everything and open this door for Morgan.]

[But this time——Morgan stopped you.]

"Ian, let me do it myself."

Morgan stopped Ian's hand.

As the other person was watching, her hand moved closer to the door.

Touched——

Morgan exerted a little force, and the door that symbolized the obstruction of royal power slowly opened.

She took Ian's hand and the two of them walked into the room one after the other.

[The huge door closed again.]

[Only this time, you witnessed this scene from the other side of the door.]

[The door slowly closed, blocking the road connecting inside and outside. ]

[You know that some things will go to a crazier end from now on. ]

But you are fearless.

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

Morgan walked towards the throne step by step.

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the hall where only two people were, like the clock of fate.

She came to the throne and stroked the gilded edge of the handle. Deep in her eyes as deep blue as the ocean was an endless obsession with it.

"Ian, do you like this throne?"

"My Lady Princess, do you want to hear the truth? Or a lie?"

"Do you think you dare to lie in front of me?"

"Your Highness is absolutely right." Ian maintained his gentle tone.

"So--"

"I would say this throne is not suitable for you."

"what?"

Morgan was about to turn around and ask Ian why, but he felt himself being picked up by him.

The next moment, Ian sat on the throne.

And Morgan maintained an elegant posture.

Her head was resting on Ian's left hand, her long hair spread around his arm, and her body fell in his arms like a slightly bent bow.

The princess' robe fell slightly at her hips, but not a single strand of it stained the ground.

Those slender white legs serve as the other half of the bow.

Her knees were slightly bent, and her calves rested squarely on Ian's right hand.

Her feet were suspended in mid-air, with a pair of crystal shoes hanging above them.

"Because I think you need a new throne, my lady."

"Oh--?"

Morgan, lying in Ian's arms, looked up at him.

"So you really want to be my throne until then?"

"My lady, this is not a bad idea."

"That--"

Morgan reached his hand upwards and stroked the face that was already so familiar to him.

"I know that you, as the king, how can you make me happy in this situation?"

"My Lady Princess, you have raised a difficult question."

"but--"

"I happen to have an answer that can solve this problem."

Ian lowered his head and stopped in front of Morgan's proud breasts.

"However, I hope that you, my lady, can provide a little help."

"is it?"

Morgan stroked Ian's not-so-smooth facial curve with one hand and placed the other hand on his clothes on his chest.

Her fingertips gently drew circles on the surface of the robe made of fine fabric.

"Ian, I hope you won't disappoint my expectations."

[The princess' body is flawless at all times and in all places. ]

[You look at her lying in your arms, and suddenly you feel like you have returned to a long time ago]

Morgan's hands are around your neck.

[She is lying in your arms, looking at you affectionately at this moment, and only your figure is reflected in her sea-blue eyes.]

[Her breathing gradually quickened because of your gaze, and her body swayed a little.]

[She panted slightly and looked at the ceiling, mumbling your name.]

[“Ian, please make me happy a little more.”]

【At this moment, you are her throne alone. 】

[But she is also the only princess you can admire. ]

【You kept your promise. 】

"Your answers in this regard are as excellent as always."

Morgan's fingers brushed across Ian's lips, spreading the wetness a little.

"Ian, let me ask you, do you like this?"

"Of course." Ian nodded with a smile.

"I am happy to accept everything about the princess."

"but--"

Ian's eyes swept over Morgan's elegant body from top to bottom.

"My Lady Princess, I think you have more to say than this, right?"

"Yeah." Morgan put his hand on Ian's hand that was leaning over.

"Ian, I want to literally take over Camelot."

"So, Princess, are you trying to win my consent in this way?"

"That may be a bit redundant."

Ian looked at Morgan lovingly, who was lying in his arms with a slightly red face and unstable breathing.

"You should know that I never doubt your choice. It is the path I will definitely take."

"Of course I know."

Morgan tightened his grip on Ian's hand until his fingerprints appeared on the skin.

"So I'm not even going to ask for your opinion."

"I just like the way you work hard to please my father on his throne."

"I see. It seems I need to work harder."

[You have once again been complacent on the throne. ]

[After this, you have formulated a plan to take over Camelot - using magic to create a false barbarian siege, you will become the hero who defends Camelot, and then naturally ascend to the throne.]

[This process is not simple. Every detail needs to be carefully prepared, and the preparation time will be very long. ]

[But fate seems to have never stopped mocking you. ]

[Before you are ready, mysterious prophecies begin to spread in the streets of Camelot.]

[That is the legend of the red dragon concerning the succession to the throne.]

55. The legend of the red dragon did not come suddenly

【This is a legend that appeared without any warning.】