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

Yes, it's all so hard to describe.

If we take the girl we met in Chaldea as the baseline of 60 points;

So Morgan in front of him was a perfect 100; Ian didn't believe anyone in the world could ignore her.

This must be what they call a serendipitous encounter.

Even after such a sigh, everything continues.

You touched Morgan's hand and lingered on it, even Morgan, intoxicated by the wine, felt your touch.

Morgan woke up, but still tipsy, she didn't immediately stop what she was doing. Instead, she asked you a bizarre question.

"am I pretty?"

Along with the sensation came Morgan's questioning.

Upon waking, she was sizing up Ian, dressed as a knight, with her deep blue eyes, which were as blue as the deep sea.

At this moment, Morgan seemed unconcerned about why Ian was there, nor did he intend to question why Ian dared to do such a thing.

More than anything, she longed to know the answer to her question.

"am I pretty?"

Despite his overstepping of authority, Ian still reported his thoughts very honestly.

"Your Highness, my answer to your question is that you are very beautiful."

"In all of Britain, it would be hard to find a place as gentle and loving as you."

Everything seemed to fall into place so naturally.

[Talent Affinity activated.]

Morgan believed you wholeheartedly, but she fell into deeper sorrow. She seemed to dislike the term "gentle haven" very much.

Morgan pushed your hands away, hugged her legs, and curled up on the bed without saying a word.

You sense that all of this seems to be related to this grand banquet.

You decide to risk your life and ask.

"Your Highness, is something troubling you? If you could tell me, perhaps I could find a solution."

Morgan looked up when he heard this.

At the height of her youth, she looked at the ungrateful knight before her and suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Are you trying to atone for your sins with good deeds?"

“Your Highness, I do have such thoughts,” Ian answered truthfully, “but I am more interested in knowing why you are so sad.”

"Nothing to do with you."

Morgan replied coldly.

“Foolish knight, don’t push your luck. You should thank the great King Uther and that damned wine for allowing you to stand here now.”

“But Your Highness, I am not trying to take advantage of you.” Ian touched the cross-shaped longsword at his waist.

"This is the duty I should fulfill as Your Highness's loyal knight."

The simulation continues.

Morgan remained silent for a long time after hearing your words of loyalty.

She was touched by what you just said and seemed to want to say more, but in the end decided to remain silent.

There was some lingering concern in her mind.

You waited a long time, realizing you couldn't just sit and wait to die.

You decide to encourage her, allowing her to open up to you while she's drunk.

You did it.

She is about to ask you a question that will determine your fate.

“I’m asking you.” Princess Morgan looked at Ian before her, her eyes still showing concern.

"You just said that as a knight, you are loyal to me, right?"

“Yes, Your Highness,” Ian replied without hesitation. “To obey you and fight for you is the greatest honor I, as a knight, can ever attain.”

These practiced oaths were intimately connected to Ian, as if he himself knew them.

These are memories that arose naturally – after all, in this simulation, he was already a knight who had experienced many lives.

He could utter these words of loyalty in an instant.

"That--"

Morgan looked around; the large room was now empty except for her, drunk, and this ungrateful knight.

Moonlight streamed through the glass window beside them, shattering into a rainbow of light on the ground.

Dark clouds drifted by.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Morgan's voice rang out at this moment:

"But what if at some point in the future I no longer own Britain, but another king sits on the throne?"

Will you still swear allegiance to me?

Ian was completely taken aback by Morgan's words at this moment, and was momentarily stunned, unable to answer the question immediately.

The clouds parted.

Morgan's face was reflected again in the moonlight—but it looked almost broken.

"Indeed, it was all just a false illusion... I never possessed anything at all."

The princess's voice was sad and sorrowful.

Because of your momentary hesitation, Morgan was plunged into endless sorrow.

You realize you've made a huge mistake and want to make amends, but it's all in vain.

Morgan began to fall into extreme self-doubt, bordering on madness.

You don't know why she's like this after the party, but you know this can't go on, and you're trying to find a way to temporarily relieve her pain.

Looking at Morgan, who was sometimes sneering and sometimes sobbing.

Ian knew he couldn't just stand by and do nothing—her sorrow stemmed from her own hesitation, so he had to be the one to end it all.

A few clang sounds.

The knight's armor fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Foolish knight, what are you trying to do?!"

Although he had descended into madness, Morgan still retained a minimum level of rationality.

But Ian did not stop there.

He took a deep breath, as if heading to a battlefield.

"Your Highness, I cannot bear to see you sad."

"Even though I may be executed by you after this, I still hope to do my best to relieve your worries."

3. You will die at sunrise.

The moonlight shone on Ian's muscular skin, creating white lines that outlined the perfect shape of his muscles.

Coupled with those straightforward and undisguised words—

It must be said that even Morgan couldn't help but take a few more glances at the knight who dared to remove his armor in front of him.

She straightened her posture and resumed her usual cold demeanor in front of Ian.

Despite still being slightly drunk, Morgan did not lose her dignity as a princess.

“Foolish knight, do you know what you’re saying?”

“Your Highness, of course I know.” Ian did not shy away from the question. “If Your Highness did not hear me clearly, I can say it again.”

"Your Highness, if you wish, I can provide you with a night of pleasure."

"But you are just a lowly knight."

Morgan stared directly at Ian.

How could you possibly know what level of pleasure I need?

"Your Highness, what I rely on is not knowing the degree of pleasure you desire, but rather—"

Ian paused for a moment, then continued.

"I will do everything in my power to provide you with the greatest pleasure I can."

"If I fail to fulfill your wishes in the future, it will be a sign that I am utterly useless and unworthy of the title of knight."

"But I want to avoid all of this."

[Ability Affinity Activated.]

Morgan began to ponder your words—they were clearly presumptuous and obscene, yet at that moment they felt like the loyal gesture of a knight.

She hesitated.

She began to feel that she really needed some pleasure to temporarily forget the pain of the banquet, and you, naked before her, were a good choice.

But Morgan did not agree to that.

She also has even more sophisticated methods for testing loyalty.

“Foolish knight, your frankness is limited to this moment; it is not true courage.”

Morgan said this as he got out of bed.