The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[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."

"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!"