In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

She swallowed back everything she wanted to say.

Instead, an order was issued:

"When you keep watch for me tonight, come sit a little closer to the campfire; no one will know."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The British army's battle lines were not stretched too thin.

Your journey with Morgan, though solitary, is also coming to an end.

[She presented you to King Uther as proof of your achievements.]

Morgan declared he would execute you in front of all the knights, thus boosting the morale of the British army.

You thought this would make King Uther realize Morgan's importance, but instead, he turned his attention to you.

He plans to talk to you alone.

14. He is both king and father.

Morgan hadn't expected King Uther to want to speak with you alone.

She tried to explain to King Uther your dangerousness to prevent this from happening.

But King Uther, with just a glance, made Morgan realize that he should remain silent.

A king is a king, and his commands cannot be disobeyed.

Morgan bowed to King Uther to take his leave.

In her last moments before leaving, she gave you a meaningful look.

And you glanced back at her.

In that fleeting moment of eye contact, you conveyed to Morgan your promise that you would say absolutely nothing more.

This put her at ease a little.

After Morgan left.

Silence spread throughout the entire tent.

King Uther, seated on his high throne, waved his hand gently, and the knights heard an unbelievable command.

"You should all leave too."

"I want to talk to him alone."

No knight dared to say anything more—after all, even Morgan's words had failed to affect King Uther.

The atmosphere, which had been like a trial, quickly transformed into a private meeting between Ian and King Uther.

To be fair.

Ian didn't think it was a rational choice—after all, if he really was Vortigern's henchman, this one-on-one meeting would be a godsend.

It wasn't necessary to kill the king; even serious injury would be enough to change the course of the entire British campaign.

Has the aging king also begun to become incompetent?

But King Uther's next words took Ian by surprise.

He rose from his high position and walked step by step toward Ian.

Like his brother Vortigern, King Euthyder was also old.

His movements were not as swift as one might expect, but they still revealed the composure befitting a king.

He walked up to Ian and drew his sword.

The silver light shimmered on the British-style longsword, silently proclaiming the king's extraordinary strength.

Ian closed his eyes, ready to accept whatever might happen to him, but unexpectedly, he heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, Ian felt his hands and neck relax again.

He opened his eyes and found that King Uther had broken the shackles binding him.

The aged king sheathed his sword, his weathered eyes fixed on his enemy, known as the White Dragon's Claw.

"Long time no see, Ian."

You realize your identity has been exposed.

But you also realize that you have never revealed your identity or intentions, and this is the first time you have met this wise king in many years.

Countless questions arose in your mind, and all of them pointed to one question: How did he know?

King Uther seems to have a penetrating insight into people's hearts; he sensed your doubt.

“I remember every knight who wielded the sword for Britain.”

King Euthyre put his sword back into its sheath.

“Ian, the knight personally promoted by the orphan, disappeared many years ago.”

“I don’t know what happened, but your swordsmanship is exactly the same as his.”

Realizing that this would definitely implicate Morgan, Ian immediately spoke up:

"Don't compare me to knights like that."

"I am the White Dragon King's blade, destined to destroy all of Britain! Kill me, King Uther, or you will surely regret this moment of mercy!"

"In that case——"

King Uther looked at Ian, who was eager to distance himself from Morgan, and his eyes, though weathered by time, still held enough courage.

There was a clang.

King Uther threw the sword in his hand in front of Ian.

"Then prove your point."

You stared at the sword blade on the ground, your hands trembling.

You picked it up and walked step by step toward King Uther.

But King Uther showed no fear; your advance did not make him retreat even a step. He had absolute confidence in his judgment.

You realize that King Uther, like Vortigern, was a ruler who had withstood the test of time.

You raised the blade of your sword.

[But the target you aimed for wasn't King Uther, it was yourself!]

Ian decides to commit suicide.

Since his identity has already been exposed by both sides, he should erase all traces with his death before anything worse happens.

Britain can have one more disloyal and unjust knight, but it must never have a princess who is despised by others!

There was a clang.

King Uther deflected Ian's sword with his bare hands.

Swords are merciless, and blood flowed from his hands, dripping onto the ground—a scene that would make anyone feel pain just by looking at it.

But King Euthyne seemed completely unconcerned about this.

He clenched his fist, carefully keeping every drop of the royal blood in his hand.

"I was right, weren't I? You are Ian."

Now that things have come to this, Ian has no way to deny it anymore.

He nodded and then took all the blame upon himself.

"Your Majesty, all of this was my idea; the Princess is unaware of it."

"So if there is any punishment, please let me bear it alone, Your Highness... is innocent."

Upon hearing your words, King Uther turned away without a word and remained silent for a long time.

As you watched his retreating figure, you felt a pang of loneliness and regret.

You have a vague feeling that you are about to learn a very important secret.

“Ian,” came King Euthyr’s voice.

"Answer me, what do you think my chances of winning this war are?"

"Your Majesty, you will surely be victorious."

"But if I told you that I was destined to lose this war, how would you feel?"

"..."

While Ian remained silent, King Uther turned around.

"There is no need to remain silent. I already knew about this when I set out for the campaign, but for the sake of the people of Britain, I will still fight to the last moment."

"Then, Your Majesty, please summon the Princess..."

Ian continued to tirelessly emphasize Morgan's importance to King Uther.

But King Uther simply replied, "Ian, Morgan is my daughter. If I could pass the throne to her, wouldn't I want to as well?"

"However, she is far from the power the king needs, and I absolutely cannot entrust the task of restoring Britain to her."

“But Your Majesty, you clearly allowed her to go to the front lines.” Ian still didn’t want to give up.

"You're right."

King Euthyder sighed deeply.

"She is, after all, my daughter... How could I bear to let her shed tears like this?"

Despite being the King of Britain, King Uther still possessed his own emotions.

You realize that Morgan may have been watching everything he did all along.

But as a father, he condoned it all.

"I will hold the front line until the very last moment."