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

"You are the flower and the flower is you."

“So you are as beautiful as a flower.”

"Where on earth did you learn all these sweet words?" Morgan gently pinched the back of Ian's hand, "You are so good at making people happy."

"Because you needed it, Princess, I learned it."

Just as Morgan wanted to say something more, a voice came from behind the two of them.

"Eh? Mr. Ian, why are you here?"

Ian and Morgan turned around at the same time and saw Altria standing there.

The moment her eyes met Morgan's, a chill spread across the corridor.

This is the invisible snow and the hidden wind.

All is calm.

But all is not so peaceful.

This is probably what is known as the "Camelot Winter".

"Good morning, Artorius."

Morgan looked at Altria calmly, but his hand deliberately pulled Ian closer to him until his arm touched her chest.

That was a battlefield where Morgan had a natural advantage, and Altria had no chance of winning.

Altria looked at the two of them leaning against each other, and her brows dropped like a waterfall during flood season.

"Good morning, both of you."

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The defeated Altria hurried away - but in fact she hid at the corner and observed secretly.

She held onto the wall with both hands, with only half of her head exposed to observe the situation.

But what Altria didn't know was that Morgan had already seen her every move.

She leaned close to Ian's ear calmly and whispered:

"Ian, I command you to kiss me."

"..."

Although he didn't understand why Morgan said that, Ian knew there was no need to think about it.

"Understood, Princess."

Ian lowered his head, hugged Morgan's soft long hair, and kissed her lips.

This was a perfectly normal act between a husband and wife - none of the maids would question it.

It was enough to prove to Altria how close the two were.

But Morgan didn't plan to stop there.

As their lips were in intimate contact, her hand reached down.

The princess's hand guided the knight's fingertips to flow up and down the soft curve of her chest, causing waves of ups and downs.

She knew exactly how to command this loyal knight at a time like this.

Morgan's mouth curled up in a triumphant arc.

Altria shrank back against the wall.

She glanced at her hands and then at her breast.

Those eyes, as deep green as the sea of ​​trees, seemed to have made up their minds.

【Morgan was very proactive today.】

[As long as she has a little time alone, she will let you feel her physical charm. ]

[From one hand to two hands, it's crossing the line. ]

[You can tell this seems a little strange—but what does it matter?]

[You are well aware of the desire in your soul for Morgan's body.]

You don't intend to deny this desire.

[Morgan's attraction to you also made you not notice Altria who has been in the dark.]

[Time passed quickly in this joy, and soon it was time to take a bath. ]

"Ian, wait for me."

Morgan, who had returned victorious, walked towards a screen with satisfaction.

Obviously, she wanted to give Ian another good lesson in being a princess.

But at this moment, a hand touched Ian's shoulder.

He turned around and saw Altria.

How could she appear in a place like this?

"you……"

Before Ian could finish his words, Altria covered his mouth.

"Mr. Ian! Please don't talk! I snuck in here!"

"..."

Ian was a little confused, but nodded anyway.

Seeing him like this, Altria panted slightly, her face flushed as she spoke:

"that--"

"Mr. Ian, please come to my room once tonight!"

Before Ian could confirm or deny, Altria ran away.

She was still as cunning as ever - as long as she didn't hear a rejection, she wouldn't feel bad on the spot.

But before Ian had time to think more.

A pair of long, white, beautiful legs appeared from behind the screen.

There was a lot of bath gel on it, and the sticky look made people think a lot.

Morgan's order came next:

"Ian, my legs are so tired, come and rub them for me."

Morgan's feet are very flexible.

【While you are massaging her, she is also massaging you with her feet. 】

[Some things were washed away by the warm water of the bath along with the bath additive.]

[This put Morgan in a better mood.]

[She once again ordered you to become her horse, and then enjoyed the treatment of a knight. ]

The clear waves formed by the warm water slowly rolled over Ian and Morgan's lower bodies.

Morgan's fingertips gently stroked Ian's extremely strong chest, and the water droplets on them fell on the surface of the muscles.

After rowing like this for quite a while, Morgan finally stopped like an artist who had completed a great work of art.

She hooked Ian's chin and asked softly;

"Knight, do you know what I wrote on your chest?"

"Princess, is that your name?" Ian answered without hesitation.

"Oh? You actually felt it?"

"Of course. After all, that is your name, Princess. It is only natural to write it down like this."

"That--"

Morgan put his arms around Ian's neck so that he could only look at himself.

"Ian, do you know why I wrote my name on your chest?"

Ian shook his head.

"My Lady Princess, I don't know."

"Then I'll tell you now—"

Morgan moved closer.

She lowered her head and sipped on Ian's neck, leaving a small but very obvious mark.

She raised her head and looked at Ian with a faint smile.

"Write your name on the parchment and it becomes your own personal note."

"A sword blade is a weapon that is carved into a name."

"Ian, I wrote my name on you so many times."

"So you belong to me alone, understand?"

"Princess."

Ian looked towards Morgan, not avoiding her gaze.

"Isn't that natural?"

“But some people don’t think so.”

Morgan's fingers rubbed back and forth on Ian's slightly weathered cheek.

"What should I do?"

"..."

Of course Ian could tell there was something else behind Morgan's words.

"Princess, please be frank. You know that I always take your request as my goal."

"Um……"

Morgan sat up straighter and pushed Ian's sword back a little.

"Then I'll be frank."

"Altria, I have been watching you from the dark today."

【Morgan's words awakened you.】

[You suddenly realize that Altria's appearance just now was not a coincidence.]

[She had been holding back for a whole day before she found such an opportunity. ]

【Morgan declared his absolute sovereignty over you to her during this day.】

"My Lady Princess, is that so?"

"Hmm?" Morgan raised Ian's chin.

"Ian, didn't you notice?"

Ian nodded.

"I certainly didn't discover that."

"Because your body, my lady, is so strong that I cannot help myself."

Morgan was satisfied with this answer.

But she continued to ask:

"I heard from Gawain that you and Altria are very close, right?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian did not deny it.

"I need to learn more from her - her real name, Altria, is part of it."