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

Ian held Morgan's hand, trying to keep it as warm as possible.

"But I never get bored - your body is always a maze that I have yet to fully explore."

"How dare you say that? Aren't you afraid that I'll be angry?"

"afraid."

"But I can wait until you are no longer angry, Princess."

"What if I stay angry?"

"Then I will wait."

Hearing this, Morgan pinched Ian's hand - this was the little temper she would have when she couldn't beat him.

However, this little action did not last long.

Morgan spoke again.

"Ian, if I said..."

Before Morgan finished speaking, Ian had already finished the second half of the sentence.

"Are you trying to say that you're not willing to give up yet?"

"I'm glad you understand." Morgan turned his head away.

"Of course I understand."

“Because I don’t want to give up.”

Ian's eyes showed an unprecedented determination.

"I will never recognize a king other than you."

"Not to mention the fraudsters who relied on this scam to rise to power."

"I will spread rumors, cause trouble, stir up trouble in the city, and do anything I can to stop her."

Morgan looked up at the man beside him.

"Ian, that sounds mean."

"Yes, it is despicable." Ian nodded, "So I will do it."

"My Lady Princess, you don't need to touch anything mean."

"..."

Crystal clear liquid flowed from the corners of Morgan's eyes, and then disappeared into the darkness.

She slowly lifted the quilt, spread her legs slightly, and then sat on him.

She put her arms around his neck and whispered:

"Ian, be a resting horse tonight."

"me--"

"I suddenly want to ride a horse myself."

62. The mean have their own ways (-word chapter)

You begin to fulfill your promise.

[The first thing you did was to secretly spread highly targeted rumors in Camelot.]

[The core of this is the questioning of Artorius's sword drawing. ]

[After all, she looks so petite, and doesn't seem like someone who has enough ability to do such a thing.]

"Father, this is probably the public opinion in the city."

Gawain reported to Ian the intelligence he had collected.

"There have been a lot of comments like this recently."

"Most of them are suspicious of Artorius pulling out the sword - they think this is a wrong election."

Ian was secretly delighted, but he remained restrained on the surface.

"So, my child, what do you think of this statement?"

"..."

Gawain was silent for a while, then quickly replied respectfully:

"Since my father has approved this sword-drawing on that day, I will definitely not have any complaints."

"only--"

"Just what?" Ian looked at the knight in front of him, "Gawain, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. There are only you and me here, and no one else will know."

"Father."

Gao Wen's voice sounded a little confused.

"Contrary to what they think, I don't think it's ridiculous for Artorius to draw his sword."

"In fact, I can feel that as we challenge the blade, it is also choosing us."

"Gawain."

Ian looked at Gawain who was speaking out his thoughts.

"So what you're saying is that even though you tried so many times and still lost this opportunity, you have no complaints about it?"

"It's not that I don't have any complaints, but I think I have better things to do than complain."

"..."

Ian patted Gawain on the shoulder.

"Gawain, you have the excellent qualities that a knight should possess."

"But please step back first. I have things to do now."

"Yes."

【You watch Gawain leave. 】

[You realize that your rumor did have an effect, but it was not as perfect as you imagined.]

[You feel you need to find out what your children think about this situation.]

[The first person you found was Gaheris.]

[He is Gawain's younger brother, the second oldest among his siblings.]

"Gahoris."

"Father."

"Gahoris, what do you think about the remarks made in the city?" Ian went straight to the point.

"..."

Gaheris was silent for a moment, then gave his opinion.

"Father, rather than thinking about this question now, I would rather judge the right and wrong of this moment through future deeds."

"Continue what is right and correct what is wrong. This is what you taught us."

【You realize that Gaheris's ideas are somewhat similar to Gawain's.】

[But compared to Gawain who did not question, he seemed to have his own set of judgment criteria. ]

You let him go.

[You found Ah Guiwen.]

"Father."

"Ah Guiwen, you seem to have never expressed your opinion."

"But this time, I want to hear your opinion on these remarks in the city."

"Meaningless."

A Guiwen answered Ian's question almost without hesitation.

"Why do you think so?"

"Tell me, Ah Guiwen."

"Because it is a sword destined to be opened to only one person."

A Guiwen looked at his hands, as if recalling something.

"Father, I realized this the moment I touched it."

Like Gawain, Aguiwen also took part in the attempt to draw the sword.

But the time he spent trying was probably not even enough for one breath.

"Then Ah Guiwen, do you think this approach is reasonable?"

"It may be reasonable, or it may not be reasonable, but as long as it allows Britain to continue, I have no objection."

[You realize that Aguiwen is much more mature than you thought. ]

[He would neither admit his thoughts directly like Gawain nor take a wait-and-see attitude like Gaheris.]

[What he was looking for seemed to be the more profound survival of Britain.]

You let him go.

[You brought Gareth here.]

【She is the youngest sister.】

"Father!"

Gareth came bouncing in front of Ian.

"You've searched all the brothers, and now it's finally me?"

The youngest one is always the most favored.

Gareth's lively appearance made Ian couldn't help but smile and touch her head.

"Yeah, it's finally your turn."

"Tell me, what do you think of these remarks in the city?"

"Uh--"

Gareth tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes, pursed his chin, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word.

"We shall be Camelot..."

"stop."

Ian shouted, interrupting Gareth's already incoherent speech.

"Gareth, that's not what you originally meant to say, is it?"

"Eh?!"

Gareth opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Father, how did you know?"

"Because this is not the tone you should use." Ian looked at his little daughter.

"Who taught you to say that?"

"I can't say it!" Gareth waved his hands, "Otherwise Brother Gawain will scold me!"

"So it was Gao Wen who taught me."

"Eh——?!" Gareth was shocked again, "Why did you know it without me saying anything, father?"

"It doesn't matter, why did he teach you to say that?" Ian asked.

"Because Brother Gawain said..." Gareth muttered, "If I tell you my true thoughts, you will definitely scold me."