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

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[You learned all this from Gao Wen's report.]

[“The white dragon has sharp teeth and claws, and it rages across the land in a tyrannical manner.”]

[“But people of Britain, you have nothing to fear.”]

[“The incarnation of the Red Dragon will surely descend among you and become the new king of Britain.”]

[“The Knights of the Round Table will raise their swords together to fight against foreign enemies.”]

[“If the red dragon emerges, the white dragon will die, but Britain will still exist.”]

[“Everyone, please wait for the proof to come with great anticipation!”]

"Father, Mother, that's about it."

“There may be some other versions, but I don’t think they will be too different.”

Gawain, dressed as a knight, spoke respectfully in front of Ian and Morgan - he respected his parents from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, you go back."

"I understand, Father."

After watching Gawain disappear at the end of the corridor, Ian closed the door.

Silence enveloped the room, silently declaring that some unspeakable crisis had quietly arrived.

"Princess."

Ian walked up to Morgan and spoke with a serious expression.

"Something seems to be wrong."

Morgan said what Ian was going to say as if he had predicted it.

"Ian, you want to know why there is such a legend all of a sudden, right?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded, "This doesn't make sense."

"Neither I nor that boy Gawain have ever heard of anything like this in our previous patrols."

"It was literally created to shock us."

"I think we should put our plans on hold and find out what this is all about."

"Ah."

Morgan took Ian's hand.

"But before that, Ian, I want to ask you a question."

"Please speak, Princess."

"What... do you think of this legend?" Morgan asked with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

"It's meaningless." Ian said without hesitation.

"Pointless?"

"Yes." Ian looked directly at Morgan in front of him, "My Lady Princess, the person who can finally ascend the throne will only be you, and only you."

"I do not recognize any king except you."

"I will do my best to defend your throne, even if it means sacrificing myself."

"Shut up."

Morgan touched Ian's lips with his fingertips.

"You are my possession."

"Whether you sacrifice or not is up to me. It is not your turn to make the decision on your own."

[You and Morgan temporarily put aside the idea of simulating a foreign invasion. ]

[Instead, you began to seriously investigate the legend of the red dragon that suddenly appeared in Camelot.]

【But the result will surprise you. 】

[Almost all the people and even the knights did not think that this was a sudden event.]

[In their opinion, this is a legend that appeared several years ago and has a high degree of credibility.]

[You suddenly realize that this time point seems to coincide with the time when King Uther went to war.]

[You feel that something is even more wrong.]

[You returned to the royal court and reported all this to Morgan.]

"Is this a legend that already existed when my father went to war?"

Morgan's eyes widened a little, and there was a burst of surprise in his blue eyes.

"How can this be?"

"I've never heard of such a thing!"

Ian wasn't surprised by Morgan's reaction - because that was his first reaction as well.

If the legend of the Red Dragon had spread several years ago, there is no way that he and Morgan would not know about it!

So--

There is only one answer.

Ian looked at Morgan and found that he was also looking at him.

The two exchanged glances and knew that they were thinking the same thing.

"My Lady Princess, this is magic, right?"

"That should be correct," Morgan replied coldly, "and it's a suggestion magic that has been hidden for a long time, and its effective range is the entire Camelot."

"My Lady Princess, isn't that similar to your previous magic?"

"Yes."

Morgan looked serious.

"From the perspective of protecting the magic, the unmanned armors were probably designed to ensure that it is effective at this moment."

"This..." Ian's expression became a little heavy.

"Is this the work of the magician who used the flower petals again?"

"It is very likely to be the case."

Morgan walked to a bookshelf nearby, took down a thick book, and then quickly searched through it.

"Just like the magic with the hidden name, it has been running for a long time and can no longer be undone by simple means."

Morgan snapped the book shut, and the sound became different.

"This shows that my father directly denied me from the very beginning."

“He never considered me as a possibility.”

"..."

Listening to Morgan's distorted voice, Ian walked behind her, put his arms around her waist, and held her in his arms.

"It's alright, Princess."

"You don't need any approval from the previous king."

"Your ability is enough to eliminate this meaningless prejudice."

[Your comfort did play a significant role. ]

[Morgan, who was originally shaking with anger, gradually calmed down in your arms.]

[She put the book in her hand back on the bookshelf and tidied her messy hair.]

"really."

Morgan held Ian's hand on his waist.

“I don’t need that kind of recognition.”

“I did it all on my own.”

"That's right, Princess."

Ian leaned his head on Morgan's shoulder, took a deep breath, and looked like he was enjoying it very much.

"Your persistence makes me fall in love with you even more."

"Really?" Morgan smiled slightly after recovering.

"Then Ian, you may have to pay something for enjoying these."

"Can you help me find out the proof of the so-called Red Dragon?"

"As it should be, Princess."

[You begin to secretly investigate what the Red Dragon's proof is.]

[But in the end, nothing was found - this magician who set up so many traps seemed to have hidden the proof itself.]

【You realize that this is an extremely powerful opponent. 】

【But what you don’t know is that the actual situation may be much simpler than you think. 】

Somewhere in the hills outside Camelot.

A silver-haired man was standing on the slope, looking at the majestic castle in the distance.

He yawned and muttered to himself in a rather lazy tone:

"What's supposed to come has finally come."

"But I haven't finished making that thing yet... Oh, never mind, I'll just spend a few minutes making it casually later."

The man repeated words that no one knew whether they were true or false, and no one knew what they meant.

He scratched the back of his head and walked onto the path across the field.

After the footprints, the ground was covered with petals.

56. The Falling Aspirations for the Throne

【Your investigation is still ongoing.】

[The hidden talent has been activated: You understand that you, Morgan, and Gawain are not affected by the legend because of Morgan's magic blessing - the mysterious magician does not seem to have adjusted his magic to the point of impeccability. ]

[You order Gawain to thoroughly investigate the people who are discussing this matter, hoping to find more flaws in this magic.]

[Gawain believed in your orders without a doubt, and he meticulously researched the legend of the Red Dragon.]

[But as he came into contact with rumors more and more times, he seemed to have some doubts in his heart. ]

"Father, this is probably what happened today."

Gawain answered respectfully, holding the sword he inherited from Ian.

Still a fruitless day.

But Ian was not going to blame Gawain - after all, his efforts were obvious to all.

"Okay, I understand. You can go back and rest first."

"it is good."

Gawain sheathed his sword, turned and walked toward the corridor.

However, when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Father, can I ask you some questions?"