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

After a while, she finally got tired.

"Ian, why didn't you dodge?"

Morgan, panting, muttered something.

“Because Your Highness, you seem very keen to do so,” Ian replied truthfully.

“Who said I wanted to do that?” Morgan glared at Ian. “Now, let go of my foot.”

"Yes, Your Highness."

After feeling the grip on his feet disappear, Morgan leaned forward slightly.

Her magically enchanted feet hooked around Ian's chin.

"Ian, don't you even want to argue with me?"

"Perhaps I have thought about it."

Ian looked up and stared directly at Morgan.

Sitting on the shore, her cheeks were slightly flushed from her recent outburst, and her breath, like a thin mist, lingered around her lips.

"But after seeing the princess, I felt that whether the question was right or wrong was not so important."

Morgan paused for a moment, then continued;

“Ian, you should know that I could never like you... You are my pawn, and I can throw you away however I want.”

"Yes I know."

Ian gently supported the foot that was resting against his chin.

"So, Your Highness, whether the question is right or wrong is not important to me. The key is what you need me to think."

"Ian, are you saying this because of your father's orders?"

“No.” Ian shook his head. “If it is because of the king’s order, then I should be taking Your Highness back to the royal court now.”

“But Your Highness, you don’t want me to do this, so I have made my own choice.”

Morgan can't refute your words again.

This time, however, she wasn't angry.

She ordered you not to hold her feet.

You did as instructed.

[But you didn't expect that after you removed your hand, Morgan didn't retract his foot.]

She has her own ideas.

A breeze swept through the forest, the shadows of the trees swayed, and dappled sunlight through the branches left shimmering marks on the two people by the lake.

Ripples spread across the lake.

Morgan's feet slowly swam down into the lake.

The clear water gradually submerged her feet, then soaked up her ankles and calves.

The loyal knight sensed that the princess's foot was in a rather delicate position.

"Ian."

Morgan leaned forward slightly, causing the grass to be lowered a bit by her movement.

"So what you did that day was also your choice?"

Ian is not a fool.

He knew what Morgan was talking about—it was the night they first crossed the line.

"Yes, Your Highness, that was also part of my choice."

"You have aroused endless desires in me, and I, who am worthless, can only repay you with my loyalty."

"So in the end it all comes down to this..."

Morgan's toes danced gently in the water.

"Only then will you swear allegiance to me, right?"

"Neither nor."

Ian endured the tingling, itchy sensation. Then he took a deep breath.

“I confess that I have many improper thoughts about you, Princess, and I have had countless hallucinations of your beautiful body before my eyes.”

"But what truly made me realize all of this was your haggard appearance that night."

"I do not know what kind of grievances Your Highness suffered at the banquet, but even I, a mere knight, felt extremely sorry for you in that state."

"I hope to bring you joy in my own way and bring back your smile, Your Highness."

"Of course, my personal desires are included in that as well."

Ian put it very bluntly.

This made Morgan unable to even muster the slightest thought of blaming him.

She knew that if she asked him to take up a sword and commit suicide because of such treasonous words, Ian would not hesitate for a moment.

But Morgan found that he couldn't do that.

"Ian, do you know that Father has another child?"

Ian nodded.

"know."

"That was a new offspring that made all of Britain rejoice."

"Hmm..." Morgan applied a little more pressure to his foot.

"My sorrow stems from that."

The mystery from several years ago has finally been solved.

Morgan told you everything she saw and heard at the party.

[You understand now that Morgan actually knew about this heir all along, and from King Uther's attitude at that time, she sensed how much he valued this heir.]

She realized she was being ignored.

She struggled desperately, but the outcome remained unchanged.

At the moment King Uther ordered her to return to the capital, she knew she would inevitably become an abandoned princess.

"My Lady Princess..."

Ian got out of the water.

"Ian, what are you doing!" Morgan was extremely displeased with Ian's behavior. "Didn't you say you'd always be my knight?!"

“That’s right, Your Highness, I will always be your knight.”

Ian pushed Morgan down onto the grass by the lake, the lush green grass being pushed aside like a fallen army.

"I can't bear to see you so sad."

"Cry out your tears in joy, my princess."

Morgan did not rebel against you.

She burst into tears beneath you, her hands gripping your body tightly, leaving marks on it.

This is the first time you've seen her like this.

You know she wasn't brought to tears by your actions, but rather by the pent-up resentment of being ignored over the years.

You're starting to feel that these things are very unfair to Morgan.

A terrible thought has crossed your mind.

You want to overturn all of this for Morgan.

18. The Loyalty Rewards a Knight Deserves

[Your innate energy has been replaced with Blessing of the Lake: Morgan brought you to this place of her birth. You are now accepted by this sacred and peaceful place. From this day forward, you will no longer feel tired, your magical resistance has increased, and some low-level spells can no longer affect you.]

Once a terrible thought is born, it is difficult to eradicate.

Once you begin to realize that all of this is completely unfair to Morgan, you can no longer simply dismiss it.

You can't bear to see Morgan in so much pain; it's like a knife twisting in your heart every single moment.

“Stop it, Ian.”

Morgan stopped crying, which was filled with sorrow.

"I'm not sad anymore."

"Understood, my lady."

Ian's loyalty to Morgan was beyond imagination.

Morgan gave the order, and he immediately followed the instructions and stopped beside her.

Morgan, who had just sat up from the grass, couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing to see Ian insisting on using his own name when he clearly had something in mind.

"Come over here, let's sit closer."

"Your Highness, this..."

"Ian, are you going to disobey my orders?"

The princess's orders are orders to be obeyed absolutely.

Ian didn't say anything more, but simply sat down by the lake as Morgan had asked.

Morgan himself quickly sat down next to this incredibly loyal knight.

This time, the two were no longer on different levels above and below the lake, but sitting side by side.

You remained silent for a long time.