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"I think that maybe I can learn the secret of her power in the future."

"That will be of great benefit to you."

【Morgan doesn't doubt your words.】

[After all, she knew that it was not an easy task to get a girl disguised as a man to give her real name.]

[You feel her persistence.]

[You know she still has her heart set on the throne.]

"Ian, do you remember that you said you would definitely let me ascend the throne?"

Morgan hugged Ian's body and laid on his chest.

Her hair spread out in the water, floating like a lotus.

The warm water half-soaked her body, making her already fair skin slightly reddish.

“I’ve always believed in this.”

"I have never forgotten my promise, Princess."

Ian gently stroked Morgan's back, and it felt as smooth as peeling an egg.

“I am moving towards this goal every moment.”

"only--"

“It always takes some time.”

"I know."

Morgan closed his eyes and listened to the man's heartbeat.

"Your heartbeat has been steady, which means you are not lying to me."

"But I really want to reach that day sooner..."

"Ian, do you find me weird like this?"

"No, my lady."

Ian's hand rested on Morgan's back.

"My Lady Princess, everyone has their own obsessions."

"It's just that your obsession is a little bit outstanding."

"So Ian, do you think it's possible?"

"Of course," Ian replied without hesitation, "I never doubted it."

"People like you, Princess, should sit on the throne."

"Idiot...you always say stupid things like that, and it's impossible for me to fall in love with you."

"But, Princess, a knight doesn't need to be that smart, does he?"

【Morgan said no more.】

She just held your hand tightly.

【You realize that a large part of her long-cherished wish lies in you. 】

【The bath ended in a subtle and pleasant atmosphere. 】

[Morgan kissed you and chose to go to the magic workshop alone - she seemed to want to calm herself down a little.]

[You looked at her back and decided to give up your date with Altria tonight. ]

It’s not that Ian didn’t want to see Altria.

After all, he knew that he was carrying her last bit of emotion.

It’s just that today really isn’t the right day – I’ll find a chance to explain it to her later.

But Ian never expected it.

When he turned the corner of the corridor and was about to return to his room, a familiar figure appeared there.

That was Altria in a white dress.

"Good evening, Mr. Ian!"

66. The King of Camelot Also Gets Drunk One Day (-word chapter)

[You didn't expect Altria to come to you at this time.]

[You didn't expect that she would dare to come to your house at this time wearing that white dress that showed her girlishness.]

[After all, at this point in time when she is about to inherit the throne of Camelot, if her female identity is discovered, the consequences can be imagined.]

[To put it another way, even if Altria was not considered a woman because of Merlin's magic, the public opinion would be quite explosive if the news of her dressing like this got out.]

[But at the same time, you also realized that this was a manifestation of Altria's determination. ]

【She may be determined to meet you tonight. 】

Ian felt a little complicated at the moment.

As the preserver of Altria's last emotion, he understood that all this was the passion she should have at her age.

It's only because of carrying too heavy a fate that it becomes like this.

"Artoria..."

Before Ian could finish his words, the other party had already revealed his true feelings.

"Mr. Ian, you don't really want to see me, do you?"

Altria lowered her head.

The girl clasped her hands together, a sign of sadness.

"I know this, so I won't force anything."

"I came here to tell you that it's okay if we don't meet tonight. I don't mean anything else."

"..."

Ian felt something touching his heart.

The vortex, which had barely calmed down, began to surge again.

"Mr. Ian, I'm done."

Altria announced her own death sentence in a low voice.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Have a good dream."

The sad girl walked past Ian, her high golden ponytail seemed to fall down because of her sadness.

When they were about to separate, Ian reached out and held her.

"Don't go yet, Altria."

"Since we're here, let's chat for a while."

Altria turned around immediately, her pretty face filled with uncontrollable grievance.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl hugged Ian tightly and buried her cheek in his strong chest.

Ian looked at her like this, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out his hand, gently stroked her back, and silently comforted her.

to be honest--

This is a very risky move.

If someone saw King Lot and the future heir to the throne hugging each other at the door of the princess' room.

The next day, even the ants on the ground in Camelot would be discussing this matter.

but--

There is always a time for adventure.

What's more, it's for a girl who entrusted her final feelings to him?

Fortunately, luck did not give up on them.

No other people came into the quiet corridor.

Altria gradually calmed down.

She let go of Ian, took a few steps back, and whispered with a slightly red face.

"Thank you, Mr. Ian."

"Your embrace is so warm."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "That's good."

"..."

"..."

There was silence.

Altria was not content with this silence.

She looked at the door beside her and took the initiative to bring up a new topic.

"Well, she shouldn't be here now, right?"

"Indeed, he is not here."

"That--"

Altria reached out for the door.

"Mr. Ian, can I go in and take a look?"

"Huh?" Ian's eyebrows twitched.

"I don't mean anything else!" Artoria waved her hands quickly, "I... just want to see what your usual place of residence is like!"

"If you can't, please pretend I never said anything!"

You realize this is a major turning point in your life.

[According to common sense, you should never let Altria enter this room. ]

[But at this moment, you realize a despicable possibility from her wish. ]

[That is Morgan's long-cherished wish for the throne. Can it be silently implanted into Altria's trust in him at this time? ]

[After weighing the pros and cons, you decide not to give up this possibility. ]

[You know that you are a little disgusted even by yourself. ]

[But for the throne of Morgan, you will do anything. ]

[You opened the door and brought Altria in.]

[You know there will be something even more outrageous next.]

"Is this where you usually rest, Mr. Ian?"

Altria looked at everything around her curiously.

"But why are all her things?"

"Because this isn't my room," Ian explained, "there won't be many of my things in it."

"That--"

Altria sat down on the bed, swinging her feet slightly.

"Mr. Ian can come to my room next time."

"I can put a lot of your things there."

"..."