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

"Ian, is it the same for everyone else?"

Morgan released his grip and asked the question.

Tiny beads of sweat covered her smooth, long silver hair, clearly indicating that the memories of the past were making her uncomfortable.

“Yes, Your Highness,” Ian nodded in response. “Their situation is even more serious than yours; some have even forgotten about it altogether.”

"..."

Morgan's gaze fell on the flowers once again, but her mindset was completely different now.

She threw the flower, which had just been picked, onto the ground.

"Ian."

"I think we might have been influenced by magic."

"The effect of magic?"

“Hmm.” Morgan’s expression turned serious. “This must be some kind of suggestive magic.”

"This……"

Ian did not question Morgan's words.

On the one hand, it was out of loyalty;

On the other hand, it stems from strength;

Morgan is an excellent magician, a fact she has proven many times.

"Is there no way to undo this?"

"It has been too long, and its influence has become deeply ingrained."

"Furthermore... the person who performed this magic is no less powerful than me."

Hearing Morgan's reply, Ian suddenly realized something.

"Then, Your Highness, why would such a powerful magician do such a thing?"

"..."

Morgan was silent.

Seeing her like this, Ian instantly confirmed his answer.

"Your Highness, is this related to the King?"

"..."

Morgan bit her lip, clearly feeling a sore spot.

Ian completely understood how she felt at that moment.

Normally, King Uther wouldn't need to use this kind of magic.

For Britain, the king's offspring are something the whole country should celebrate—especially the descendants of wise kings like Uther, who deserve even more care.

In Ian's memory, the banquet that night was so grand that he could hardly forget it.

But now, this offspring has become something hidden in everyone's memories, and it is covered up with an extremely heavy burden.

There is only one reason that can explain all of this.

perhaps--

King Euthyne had already anticipated his daughter Morgan's future actions.

He chose a way to prevent Morgan from accessing his heir—by sealing him away in everyone's memory.

The wise king never let his guard down against Morgan.

The moment Ian realized this, he even felt that King Uther was watching them from somewhere above the royal court.

But more than that, he was worried about Morgan beside him.

If she had known that King Uther had always acted this way, she...

Surprisingly, Morgan appeared quite calm.

She simply asked one question:

"Ian, do I really look that bad?"

“Your Highness, at least that’s not how it is for me.”

"is it?"

Morgan gave a cold laugh and said nothing more.

She turned around and walked towards the other side of the courtyard.

Just before leaving, she turned back and spoke to Ian as if giving a command:

"Ian, come early tonight."

I want to fall asleep quickly.

Morgan Stanley has suffered some setbacks.

She became increasingly demanding of you, even giving you a drug that would induce arousal.

But what you see in her eyes is not desire, but endless loneliness.

You know she's very upset, so you're trying really hard to help her fall asleep as soon as possible in your own way.

Every night, there are traces of your presence in Morgan's room.

The plan has been temporarily shelved.

However, you are still striving to protect your hard-won status.

This month, you have killed three knights who returned from the front lines to report back.

Just as you were dealing with the body, a young man pushing a cart appeared not far away.

He was a blond boy, but his delicate features made his gender seem rather ambiguous.

He greeted you.

24. A boy named Artorius

"Hello."

The young man in front of me greeted me very politely.

The delicate and gentle voice made Ian doubt his own eyes for a moment.

However, Ian was more concerned about something else than the triple discord of voice, appearance, and gender.

Not far away, the body of another knight lies buried.

The previous successes were too easy, so Ian relaxed his guard a little.

At this moment, he couldn't be sure if the boy in front of him had seen something he shouldn't have.

So--

Let's kill him too.

Ian's eyes suddenly turned murderous.

Since his hands were already stained with enough blood, it wouldn't make a difference if one more person died.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

The boy waved his hand, trying to get Ian's attention.

"can."

Ian gave a fake smile.

He didn't know when it started, but he found himself learning this strange disguise.

They can display a friendly smile anytime, anywhere, and they can even kill someone with that smile.

Ian felt that his mindset had changed quite a bit.

"You are……?"

Seeing that Ian had finally responded, the boy breathed a sigh of relief and then introduced himself.

"Hello, I am Artorius."

"For now—"

The boy, who called himself Artorius, glanced at the wooden cart beside him.

"We want to go into town to sell these freshly picked apples."

"So, please, can you let me into the city?"

[Atoris's words made you realize that it's now autumn, the season of abundant apple harvest.]

You seem somewhat wistful about the passage of time.

At the same time, you also realized something else.

[That means the Artorias before you seems to have mistaken you for a guard standing watch at the city gate.]

[Unable to determine whether the other party saw you bury the body, you plan to first check if they are carrying a weapon to reduce the risk.]

You requested a body search.

"Search...search me?"

For some reason, Artorius's expression became somewhat troubled after hearing Ian make this request.

This made Ian suspicious.

"What? You think it's not allowed?"

"If you want to enter the capital, you should accept this kind of inspection."

"unless--"