The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Morgan watched all this with a smug smile on her face—this... seemed to be exactly what she wanted to see.

How long has it been since it was like this?

Ian had lost count of the number of days.

Anyway, by the time he reacted, Morgan was already in a state of great disrepair, and the proud look he used to be so proud of was gone.

Instead, she looked like she was being "bullied" by her husband.

but--

All this seemed to be within the princess's prediction.

Her hand gently stroked the knight's back, as if writing some words.

"My knight, are you happy?"

"Isn't it exhilarating to vent your desires like a mindless beast?"

"..."

"My Lady, I..."

Ian was about to say something, but Morgan took the initiative again.

She blew a breath of warm air gently into the man's ear with her warm cheek, and then spoke in a very charming manner.

"Don't tell me anything else that doesn't matter."

"I just want to know—"

"The answer to my previous question."

"..."

Ian knew what answer Morgan wanted, and he also knew how he should respond.

"Yes."

“It’s very satisfying.”

"Thank you, Princess, for giving me this opportunity."

"Then, Knight, since you can say such words——"

Morgan's gaze changed from tenderness to questioning suspicion almost instantly.

"Why did you swear allegiance to Altria then?"

Wa "..."

It’s not that I don’t ask, but that I choose to ask now.

Ian, who was in a dilemma, looked at Morgan in front of him and was caught in a dilemma.

however--

Morgan seemed to have his own understanding.

She gently stroked Ian's forehead with her hand, and then said something the man had never thought of.

"It seems... the magic on you is far more complicated than I imagined."

"Magic?"

"yes……"

Morgan's hand stroked Ian's cheek bit by bit, as if trying to soothe the wounds on it.

The past years melted away bit by bit at the princess's fingertips, turning into a little comfort.

"You clearly told me—"

"In this life, you will only be loyal to me."

"I... have believed in this since the moment I heard it, without even the slightest hesitation."

"So I think that when you knelt before Altria that day, you must have been influenced by magic. Otherwise, you would never have done such a thing."

"Ian, is that right?"

Morgan grabbed the man's shoulders again and questioned him almost frantically.

"answer me."

"You... didn't sincerely want to kneel down to Altria that day, did you?"

"..."

This was the first time Ian saw Morgan so obsessed with a problem that even his voice trembled.

"..."

"Princess, isn't this natural?"

The man's hands gently wandered over Morgan's hair, tidying up each of her somewhat messy hairs, leaving only a trace of love.

"I... am your knight."

"Ok, I know."

Morgan gradually returned to his original appearance.

"In that case—"

"Then knight, do something with me."

"What is it... Princess?" Ian replied.

"Raise an army."

636. Morgan's Heart Is Still on the Throne / Altria's Special Request (4k)

"..."

The moment Ian heard Morgan's words, his hair almost stood on end.

If it weren't for the undeniably real feeling just now, he would definitely have thought that he was dreaming some kind of dream from which he could not wake up.

"My Lady Princess, what are you doing..."

"I can't stand it anymore."

Unlike Ian's skeptical attitude, Morgan's intention is much stronger than before.

"My knight, if Artoria dares to declare her identity to the people of Camelot."

"Then why can't I be the one standing there, announcing my identity to everyone?"

"..."

Morgan's tone tells you one thing—that she's really not joking.

[She made the decision to rise up against Altria after enduring for a long time.]

[The trigger for all of this was Altria publicly announcing her female identity.]

If the idea that this country must be led by men had previously influenced their actions, then after Artoria chose to make all this public, this concern no longer existed.

[This is something you haven't thought about before, but it is indeed what will happen.]

“Why didn’t you reply to me?”

Morgan placed his hands on Ian's neck, who had just vented his animal desires, like a pair of extremely strong shackles.

"My knight."

"Is everything you just said a lie? - Are you no longer loyal to me, but have you become Altria's lackey?"

"Of course not, Princess."

Ian immediately denied Morgan's suspicion of him.

"My loyalty, of course, belongs to you—I think I've proven this many years ago?"

"..."

Morgan didn't deny Ian's words.

After all, if you just think about it a little bit, you will find that what this man said is indeed correct.

It would be a bit too much to doubt the loyalty of a man who was willing to fight against Vortigern for you and even almost sacrificed his life for it.

"In that case—"

Morgan's fingers applied a little more pressure to Ian's neck.

The slightly sharp nails left several extremely conspicuous marks on the man's skin, like a statement of sovereignty that did not require much speech.

"Then why don't you support me? Why don't you answer me? What on earth are you thinking?"

Seeing Morgan becoming more and more anxious, Ian knew he had to say something to her.

However, this is not a difficult thing.

After all, Ian did feel the recklessness of Morgan's idea.

"My Lady Princess, I have no objection to you raising an army to fight against Altria."

"But—if it's now, wouldn't that be a bit radical?"

"After all, Artoria has just achieved victory in defeating the White Dragon Vortigern, and right now, she is in the public's favor."

"If we openly oppose her at this time..."

Ian didn't say all the rest of the words, but it was enough for Morgan to understand what he meant.

If a war really breaks out—

On one side is King Arthur, who has just eliminated the country's greatest enemy;

On one side is the strange princess who started the war because she wanted to seize power.

Putting aside anything else, this difference in status alone is enough to give Artoria the advantage in the war.

After all, anyone who is not a fool can feel which side will give them a better chance of winning.

Ian could understand this, so it was even more impossible for Morgan, a princess, to ignore it.

She gradually calmed down and began to question the man in front of her.

"If you feel this way—"

"My knight, do you have any countermeasures worth using? If so, I hope you will tell me immediately."

"..."

Ian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he was a little afraid that Morgan would start recruiting troops without saying anything and even without listening to his advice.

That situation is the most terrifying.

Because this means that Morgan intends to fight to the death - in this situation, it is not something that can be solved by one or two people.

If we can apply some relatively maneuvering methods to the signs now, everything may have a better outcome.

"Princess, although you may not be willing to listen to what I say."

"but--"

"I still want to tell you my true thoughts on this matter."

"If you really intend to rebel against Altria, recruiting soldiers is of course necessary. After all, Camelot has a considerable number of troops."

"But before that, I hope you can do something else."

"..."

Morgan knew that Ian would not deceive him about such things, nor did he dare to deceive him.

She put her arms around the man's neck, pressed him to her chest, and turned him into her loyal knight in the most charming way.

"What you said makes sense, so tell me more—I want to know what you're thinking and what you're worried about."

"Actually, the reason is very simple." Ian felt Morgan's most primitive temptation, and even breathing became a little difficult.