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

Instead of going straight back to your resting place, you wandered around the vicinity of the royal court.

You dismounted, spent some gold coins to buy apples and other things, and distributed them to the people along the way.

They are very willing to chat with you, and you gradually learn a lot from their conversation.

Many young women are attracted to your charisma and generosity, and hope to have more time to talk to you alone.

But you rejected them, telling them that someone better would come along.

It was evening.

As agreed, you avoided being seen along the way and arrived at Morgan's room.

dong dong.

Ian knocked on the heavy door.

Soon, the door opened a crack, and Morgan's beautiful blue eyes appeared inside.

"Ian, you've finally arrived."

The door closed again.

Everything returned to silence.

Inside the room, Morgan closed all the windows, preventing any moonlight from entering.

A few red candles burned with pale yellow flames on the Wang family's candlestick, making the originally cold and quiet bedroom feel warm and cozy.

Fine wine, settling in the glass, releases a subtle aroma.

"Ian, kneel down!"

Morgan had barely sat down on the bed when he immediately began giving orders to his knights.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Ian did as she said.

After seeing Ian submit, Morgan reached out and hooked his chin with her foot.

"Ian, you've only just gotten back and you're already flirting with other women?"

"I heard from them that you spent the whole afternoon chatting with other girls? Do you know what you were doing?"

“I don’t recall ever saying I gave you permission to do that.”

It turned out to be this.

Ian sighed helplessly.

"Your Highness, I think you've misunderstood."

"I'm not trying to flirt with them, but rather to gather information that we might need."

"Information we might need?" Morgan frowned slightly.

"Yes, Your Highness, you should have noticed something today, just like I have."

"As for the women who approach me, I have no interest in them whatsoever."

"Your Highness, you should understand this."

“That sounds like a decent explanation.” Morgan released Ian’s jaw.

"Go get the wine, let's have a few drinks."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Following Morgan's orders, Ian brought over the amphorae filled with wine.

"Tell me about it."

Morgan took the glass and gently swirled it.

The wine maintained a delicate balance inside and did not spill out due to such movement.

What have you discovered?

“Yes, Your Highness,” Ian replied respectfully.

"Although this may be somewhat offensive to you and the late king, the connection between the capital and the front lines seems to be weaker than we thought."

“I could feel a significant lag in my communication with them.”

“Hmm.” Morgan nodded.

"After all, they didn't even recognize you, so I don't think they know much about the front lines."

At this point, the two exchanged a glance.

They both knew that what they were about to discuss was a secret that had to be kept absolutely hidden.

"Let's have a sip of wine first."

Morgan took a sip of his drink and then held out his glass to Ian.

You took the glass and sipped the wine.

You discover that Morgan has used magic here; your communication is hidden within the wine glass.

[Through this silent method, you quickly completed the exchange of your opinions.]

[You've learned that Morgan also intends to exploit this delay in communication between the front lines and the capital to block information from the front.]

In this way, at least in the capital, she would no longer be the princess whom King Uther had banished.

[So, in a situation where defeat is inevitable, you and Morgan will be the two people in the most advantageous position.]

[This assumes you truly kept everything a secret.]

The wine glass was empty.

Morgan and Ian also completed their exchange of information.

"Ian, do you think it can succeed?"

“I cannot predict, Your Highness,” Ian replied very sincerely, “but it at least sounds like a plan worth trying.”

“Ian, you’ve never been afraid of me.”

Morgan looked at the knight before him, his blue eyes losing some of their coldness.

“I’m willing to risk your life every time.”

Ian smiled.

"That at least proves that my head is still of some use to you, Your Highness."

"is it?"

Morgan slowly stretched out his legs.

Her skin was fair and smooth, like porcelain, and even in the soft glow of candlelight, it was still incredibly alluring.

"Then perhaps what you have is not just your head."

There was a clang.

The wine glass fell to the side of the bed.

21. A disguise woven together

Your plans with Morgan are underway.

You have each gathered information from within the capital regarding the situation at the front.

In fact, the situation seems to be more serious than you imagine.

Because of the slow transmission of information, the people of the capital remained very optimistic about the war at the front, even misinterpreting Morgan's return as something else entirely.

"Hey! The princess has returned from the front lines! This war must be ending soon!"

"Of course! Our king himself went to the battlefield! How could we possibly lose to the demon dragon Vortigern!"

Hearing such words of complete trust in her father, King Uther, Morgan would always show a sad expression while riding his horse.

After all, she knew the truth.

At such times, Ian, who was also riding a warhorse, would quietly remind him:

"Your Highness, there is no need to be sad. This is the people's trust in the King. You should be happy."

“But won’t this trust soon vanish?” Morgan looked at the people before her and answered, “Father, it’s already clear that…”

Morgan didn't finish speaking.

Clearly, even after being sent back to the capital, she felt that her father, King Uther, was still a force to be reckoned with.

“Then you should cheer up.” Ian also looked at the crowd.

"Since the king may betray their trust, then it is Your Highness who will revitalize that trust."

"In this way, Britain will have a hopeful future."

Ian's words made Morgan feel a little better.

She gently tugged at the reins, guiding her warhorse around the noisy crowd.

She seemed to remember something and spoke again:

"Ian, you...you won't betray me, will you?"

"Of course not, unless—"

“Unless what?” Morgan’s long, delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

She cares a lot about this issue.

“Unless Your Highness requires my betrayal,” Ian replied directly.

"..."

Morgan remained silent for a long time.

"I feel like there's something contradictory in what you said."

"However, I don't dislike it."