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Gawain was very careful about his tone.

"Father, I want to know what the red dragon will mean to us if it is real."

What is meant to come will come sooner or later.

Ian had expected Gawain to ask such a question - and he had already prepared an answer.

"Gawain, my child, if the so-called red dragon is real."

"I think that might make me and your mother a great enemy."

"An enemy?"

Gao Wen's expression was a little surprised. He had never expected such an answer.

"Father, I don't mean to contradict you, but if everything is true, then it will be the key to our conquest of the White Dragon, right?"

"Gawain, you are right." Ian did not deny Gawain's words.

"But have you ever thought about what would happen to the red dragon if the white dragon fell to the ground?"

"..."

Gao Wen thought about it for a while, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Father, do you mean that the Red Dragon will one day become a being like the White Dragon?"

"Maybe. How you understand it is your personal choice."

Ian looked at the knight in front of him who had a face somewhat similar to his.

"However, your mother and I hope that you can consider all this carefully."

"..."

"I understand, Father."

Gawain disappeared from Ian's sight.

On the corridor of the royal court, he looked at the flowers that filled the courtyard.

The blue eyes inherited from Morgan now had a hint of confusion.

[The legend of the Red Dragon further fermented in Camelot. ]

[The legend is becoming clearer and clearer - the incarnation of the red dragon may be inside the knight.]

[Since then, the British knights began to look forward to the birth of a new king, which also gave rise to a kind of impetuousness and arrogance among them, thinking that they would be the new king. ]

[The recognition of the throne that you and Morgan spent so much time building was completely destroyed in just a few months.]

[Although you can't say that there is nothing left, you have to admit that the situation is not as good as before. 】

Morgan fell ill.

[But except you, no one can get close to her, not even Gawain. ]

"Princess."

Ian closed the door to the room.

He sat on the bed where he and Morgan had made love countless times, looking at her slightly haggard face with a look of heartache.

"You need to rest well and take care of yourself. Britain needs you."

"Really……"

Morgan, lying on the bed, shook his head in self-mockery.

"I don't think that's the case at all. Britain will continue to shine even without me."

"My Lady Princess, that is not the case. You are Camelot..."

Before Ian could finish his words, Morgan had already tilted her head back and kissed him.

Rather than a superficial expression of emotion, it seems more like a response to Ian's loyalty, which has not faded to this day.

Morgan kissed for a long time before slowly releasing Ian's lips.

Those blue eyes regained some color.

"Ian, I don't love you at all, why do you always consider things from my perspective?"

"Because then I can see the scenery through your eyes, Princess."

Ian reached out and tidied Morgan's hair, which he hadn't had the energy to comb because of his illness.

“That’s the future I most desire.”

"Oh, then according to what you said, do you understand what I am thinking now?"

"of course."

Ian pulled Morgan into his arms, stroking her back gently.

"You're not convinced, are you?"

"You are not willing to see things turn out this way - I know all that."

"..."

Morgan's hands trembled on Ian's arms, finally gradually scratching them directly with his fingers.

It was a silent catharsis.

Ian bit his lip and endured it all in silence.

After a few minutes, Morgan finally calmed down.

She snuggled in Ian's arms and whispered:

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, but I don't mind." Ian comforted Morgan.

"My Lady Princess, if you wish, I can kill those knights who are ignorant of the world and think they can become the new king."

"No, that's not necessary."

Morgan's fingers gently gestured his name on Ian's chest.

"They won't succeed."

"Ian, just like you said, I still can't accept this."

"Then will you stand by me as always?"

"My Lady Princess, I think I have stressed this many times. You don't need to ask for my opinion. I will always stand with you."

"But I want to hear you say it again."

Morgan hugged Ian's waist and buried his head in his chest.

"You do not want it?"

Ian did not hesitate, he spoke directly:

"My Lady Princess, whether in the past, present, or future that we have yet to touch, I will always stand by your side."

"Then offer me your loyalty."

Morgan looked up at Ian with moist eyes.

"I want more children who can be trained to become knights."

"With great pleasure, Princess."

【You and Morgan have more children.】

[Gahoris and Aguiwen were born one after another. ]

[Like Gawain, with the blessing of magic, they also have talents beyond the reach of ordinary people and a growth rate beyond imagination. ]

【Influenced by the atmosphere of the legend, you did not hold a grand banquet for them.】

[But you and Morgan still took care of them with the best conditions, allowing Gawain to treat them as brothers.]

[Soon, his younger sister Gareth was born.]

[You train these children to the highest standards of knighthood—and all this is for Morgan.]

[You find that the legend of the red dragon seems to have no other effect except making the knights more impetuous.]

[You feel like this might be the bluff of the magician you’ve never met.]

[Until this day, a man with silver hair appeared under the city wall. ]

[That's the feeling of someone coming with bad intentions. ]

57. The Magician Named Merlin

"stop!"

Silver halberds crisscrossed beneath the city gate.

When the sunlight shines on it, a pure white afterglow glows on its body.

The guards stopped the unkempt silver-haired man in front of them.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!"

Facing the guards' questioning, the silver-haired man was not nervous at all.

"Merlin."

"Or you can call me something else. I don't really care about names."

"..."

The soldiers looked at each other.

It was obvious that they did not know the name Merlin - at least not yet.

Naturally, they would not have any impression of the man in front of them.

And Merlin didn't mind.

He sat on a rock nearby, looking relaxed and at ease.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. It's useless anyway."

"Go and call someone who can take care of things. I want to talk to him."

[Although Merlin in front of me has a nonchalant feeling, his words are inexplicably touching. ]

[Even these two ordinary guards could sense that something was a little off.]

【They began to divide the work and cooperate.】

[One person continued to guard Merlin, while the other ran towards the city.]

[Soon, another figure appeared at the city gate.]

[That is Gawain—a man whose status in the city is second only to you and Morgan.]

"Lord Gawain, this is the man."

The guard led the way in front, pointing to where Merlin was.

"..."

Gawain said nothing - he was silently observing Merlin in front of him.

He is sloppy, unkempt, and has an inexplicable frivolity in his behavior.

Every point hit the unbearable point for Gawain, who held himself to the highest standards of chivalry.

To be fair.

If it weren't for the many restrictions of being a knight, he felt that he might have drawn his sword and stabbed this guy.

but--

Gawain did not forget everything he needed to obey as a knight.

The sword cannot be swung at others casually.