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

Morgan kept his word.

She commands you to hug her from behind, and the two of you stand together in front of the mirror.

[She, who is in front, orders you to stand up straight immediately, but otherwise you are not allowed to do anything she hasn't mentioned.]

Although the Yellow Dragon can soar into the sky, it can also be confined by narrow spaces.

You can sense that you are suffering from some unfair oppression.

[You also know that just a little further up is the nest where the Yellow Dragon should return.]

But Morgan won't allow you to think about these things; she wants to control your thoughts completely.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Morgan looked at himself and touched Ian's hand on his waist.

“A little, actually.” Ian answered Morgan’s question very honestly.

"Your Highness, it seems you have found a remarkable way to punish someone."

"This is just the beginning, Ian."

Morgan took a bottle of wine from the side, lightly wet her fingers with it, and then licked the wine off her fingers.

Fingers, tinged with the scent of wine, caught the knight's sword as it slipped through the narrow gap.

The princess gripped the precious sword that only she could wield, her eyes filled with a desire for control.

“Ian, it belongs to me, so if you want to use it for anything, you have to get my permission.”

"..."

"..."

"Your Highness, I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Is that all it takes to admit your mistake?"

"Yes, I have been completely defeated."

“Alright, then as the loser, you can just stand by the bed tonight.” Morgan tilted his head back, revealing a triumphant smile.

"Good night."

Morgan wasn't that cruel; she just enjoyed playing with your body, it gave her pleasure.

[After seeing that you stood there motionless like a statue, she was satisfied and then allowed you to get onto the big bed.]

However, she specifically forbids you from leaving your testimony of the meeting in your usual place today.

However, as an alternative, she allows you to vent it elsewhere.

You had a wonderful evening.

Morgan sleeps peacefully beside you.

You woke up very early this morning.

Looking at Morgan, who was still fast asleep, you couldn't bear to wake her.

You tidied your clothes and erased all traces of your presence.

You took one last look at her sleeping face, tucked her in, and quietly left the room.

It was dawn, and the royal court was silent. You went outside for a walk and returned when it was almost time.

The guards saluted you and gave you respectful looks.

You know that in their hearts, you are still the knight who accompanied the princess on her triumphant return.

This further strengthened your resolve to kill the other son who was standing in Morgan's way of becoming king.

This is for Morgan, and for yourself.

You decide to investigate some useful information on your own first, and then have a more in-depth discussion with Morgan after she wakes up.

However, things don't seem to be going as smoothly as you imagined.

"Another son of the king! Oh, I know, I know! His name is... eh? What was his name again?"

"A new offspring! I understand! Is it the princess's... um? A younger brother or a younger sister? No, I can't remember?"

It could be considered a coincidence that one or two knights gave such an answer.

But Ian found that no matter who he asked in the royal court, the answers they gave, though seemingly vastly different, were all the same.

This seems to be subtly revealing something:

The king's new offspring did indeed exist.

but--

Now, however, no one remembers the name it once had.

So how do we eliminate someone for Morgan who no one even knows who he is?

Ian suppressed his inner thoughts and calmly thanked the knight before him.

"Oh...is that so?"

"If you can't remember, then don't bother trying. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work!"

After bidding farewell to the knight, Ian looked around warily.

Generally speaking, he wouldn't go to Morgan's room early in the morning.

But now it seems.

This convention seems to need to be broken for the time being.

23. A wise king never lets his guard down.

Although it was morning, finding Morgan was not difficult.

As her most loyal knight, Ian knew her habits.

At this time, she would admire the flowers in that quiet courtyard.

that's the truth.

As Ian stepped out of the corridor, he immediately saw Morgan standing by the courtyard, gazing serenely at the blooming flowers, with several maids following her.

However, Morgan didn't seem to care about the maid beside him.

She seemed to prefer spending her time on the flowers in front of her rather than on them.

"Princess."

Ian addressed Morgan with the same respectful tone he always used.

This wasn't something unacceptable to him—after all, even when he was pinning her down and making love to her, she was still his princess.

Hearing someone calling him, Morgan turned around.

The moment she saw it was Ian, a barely perceptible ripple appeared in her clear blue eyes.

"You may all leave now," she said to the maid beside her.

"I have something to discuss with the knight."

"clear."

The maids wisely left, leaving only Morgan and Ian in the courtyard.

To outsiders, it was just a simple meeting between a princess and a knight.

However, before Ian could say anything, Morgan began to complain with some dissatisfaction:

"Why did you leave without saying a word this morning?"

"Because Your Highness, you are sleeping soundly."

"But do you know how it feels when I wake up and find no one beside me?"

Morgan's brows were furrowed with resentment.

"I really don't like that."

“But Your Highness, if we don’t leave beforehand…” Ian looked around cautiously, “it might cause even more trouble.”

“It’s just for a short while, there won’t be any problems.” Morgan picked a flower and smelled it.

"Besides, all I want to hear is you say good morning."

“I understand, Your Highness, it was my fault,” Ian replied crisply.

"Good to know." Morgan's mood improved slightly. "So, Ian, is there something you want to tell me?"

"You don't usually come at this time."

You told Morgan about your discovery regarding another offspring.

You frankly stated that something wasn't quite right.

How could no one in the royal court know the name of that heir?

Morgan had no doubt about your words, and she tried to recall the son who was favored by King Uther.

Morgan covered his forehead with one hand, recalling everything from the past with intense focus.

She squinted her eyes and muttered a few words to herself.

"Who was it again...?"

The situation seems to be worse than initially thought.

Morgan remembered everything he had heard at the banquet that day, and he was aware of the disappointment he had felt.

But everything concerning this offspring is like gold buried in quicksand—its traces are known, yet its whereabouts are elusive.

She remembered there was such a person, but couldn't recall any information about them.

[Under such influence, even the very existence of this person has become a question worth considering.]

She also realized that something was wrong.