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

"found it!"

As Artoris uttered those words, something appeared in her hand.

Ian looked closely and then froze for a moment—it was a scarf.

and many more.

It doesn't seem like it can be called a scarf.

Because where the silk threads intertwine, there are branching points that cannot be ignored;

The clumps of yarn scattered throughout indicate that many unexpected events occurred during the weaving process.

Finally, and most importantly, it was never finished.

Calling it a scarf is far too extravagant.

A more accurate description would be a fabric that is “similar to a scarf”.

"What is this?" Ian asked, confirming.

"I knitted this scarf," Artorius said, looking down, appearing quite embarrassed.

"Hmm... I only learned it recently."

Ian couldn't help but laugh.

Does "recently" mean these last few days?

"Yes, it is."

"..."

Ian glanced at the "scarf" in Artorius's hand, then at him, unsure of what to say.

"Um, Mr. Ian... is it really that bad?"

"A little bit."

“Is that so…” Artorius pulled his hand back slightly.

"That's true."

"Yes, so give it to me."

"Um...sorry, I shouldn't have done that...wait?"

Atolis looked up, somewhat incredulous at what he was hearing.

"Mr. Ian..."

"This is at least a token of your goodwill."

Ian took the scarf from Artorius and wrapped it around his neck.

"However, if possible, I would like you to consider whether a knight actually needs such a thing."

"I'm...I'm sorry!"

"Alright, no need for apologies or anything like that."

"Be careful on the road."

"Hmm!" Artorius cheered up again.

"So, Mr. Ian, we'll have a chance to meet again in the future, won't we?"

"maybe."

Without another word, you watched Artoria disappear into the sunset-lit road.

You took off your scarf and turned to walk towards the city gate.

[You can't help but wonder—will you ever see Artoria become a knight?]

However, you never dreamed of this.

[Unbeknownst to him, Morgan was already standing at the city gate.]

31. An opportunity to explain to the princess

Morgan looked at you holding the scarf, but didn't immediately react.

She simply turned away silently and quickly disappeared into the crowd, as if she had never been there at all.

You realize something is very wrong.

You carefully wrapped Artorias's "scarf" and then hurried to Morgan's room.

The moonlight shone on the long corridor of the royal court, also casting a faint white hue over Ian.

He bypassed all possible gazes that might discover his relationship with Morgan and arrived at her door.

dong dong dong-

Ian knocked on the door as usual.

However, Morgan did not open the door as usual.

dong dong dong-

Ian knocked on the door again.

You knocked on the door many times, but Morgan ignored you.

You realize that things can't continue like this.

You've decided to slightly change your strategy.

Outside the door, all was silent; not a single sound could be heard.

Of course, Ian did not leave.

He simply stood silently in the doorway of Morgan's room—he wouldn't leave before Morgan ordered him to.

After a long period of silence...

The door to the room opened.

Morgan, dressed in a thin veil, peeked out and immediately spotted Ian waiting at the door.

He smiled and said, "Your Highness, it's great to finally meet you."

Morgan immediately realized that he had fallen into Ian's "trap".

She turned to close the door, but Ian blocked her with his hand.

"Your Highness, please give me a chance to explain, okay?"

"An opportunity to explain?"

Morgan's lips curled into a small smile.

“Sure, Ian, you said it yourself.”

Morgan led you to a room.

The door closed again, leaving the two of you alone.

But you can clearly sense that something is off about the atmosphere.

Morgan was still wearing that figure-hugging tulle dress, the soft glow of moonlight and candlelight shining down on her from the other side.

The curves of her body beneath the sheer fabric were perfectly outlined by the light, leaving no detail unseen.

It's a very subtle feeling.

Although nothing can be seen on the surface, it appears visually as if everything is visible.

Ian knew this was not a result Morgan had occasionally displayed, but rather a scheme she had long since mastered.

"sit down."

Morgan patted the spot next to him.

"..."

Ian did not refuse Morgan's request.

You've taken the seat Morgan designated.

However, before you could even feel the softness of the bed, Morgan's feet landed directly in front of you.

Her strength was neither too great nor too small; she used her heels to make you feel the unbearable weight of life, but without applying enough pressure to strike down the dragon.

[The pressure of life and death that the Sword of Damocles can exert is probably only to this extent.]

She gestured for you to come closer, then, in just the right spot, hooked her finger around your chin and began to speak in a neutral tone.

"Ian, aren't you my knight?"

“Yes, Your Highness.” Ian looked directly at Morgan. “I will always be your most loyal knight.”

"Then why are you chatting so happily with other women?"

"She's not your princess, is she?"

Morgan's fingers made a light gesture on Ian's chin.

“Ian, answer me seriously, you don’t want anything important to break, do you?”

As he spoke, Morgan put a little more pressure on his heel.

A few beads of cold sweat appeared on Ian's forehead.

However, he didn't panic—because he knew how to explain it clearly.

You confessed to Morgan that it was Artorius, and emphasized again that he was male.

This is simply a farewell between you and a junior colleague with whom you get along well.

But Morgan didn't let you off the hook.

The princess gently stroked the knight's chin with her slender fingers.

Ian also felt a real pressure—love coming from Morgan's heels.