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

The princess walked barefoot to the side, the black dress she wore at the banquet leaving irregular trails behind her.

She reached out and took the double-sided wine glass from the gilded platform, the fine wine inside almost spilling out with the movement.

Under Ian's watchful eye, Morgan gently bit her finger and dripped her blood into the purplish-red liquid.

Tick.

Ripples spread across the calm surface of the wine, stirring Ian's heartstrings.

Morgan approached him, offered him her glass of wine, and began speaking in cold, ruthless words:

“Foolish knight, since you have uttered words of so-called loyalty, you must have already made up your mind to die.”

"Drink this cup of wine, and you will die at sunrise."

"Of course, I allow you to make another choice—that is to admit that you do not have courage, but are just temporarily blinded by greed."

"Then you may choose not to drink this cup of wine, but from this day forward, you will no longer be a knight of Britain."

"And the next time I see you, if your feet are still on British soil, I will kill you myself."

Everything is still going on.

Morgan is not bluffing.

[Born into the British royal family with exceptional lineage, she is not only a princess but also a powerful magician.]

She can guarantee that the prophecy of dying at dawn is true.

She doesn't believe you have that courage; so-called knights are nothing but slapstick.

Looking at the bright red wine and Morgan's almost mocking expression, Ian simply smiled, took the glass from her hand without hesitation, and drank it all in one gulp.

He turned the wine glass upside down, and not a drop of liquid fell from it.

"Aren't you scared?!" Morgan stared at the empty glass, his expression twisted.

Her predictions weren't entirely wrong, but they had absolutely no relevance to the present.

"I'm not joking with you. If you drink this cup of wine, you will die at sunrise!"

Upon hearing this, Ian burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, Your Highness, of course I know you wouldn't be interested in joking with me."

"So this is my most honest answer—I am afraid of death, but I am even more afraid of not being able to die in the name of a knight by the side of the princess."

"My life is but a fleeting moment. If I can bring the princess one night of pleasure, then my death will be worthwhile!"

To Morgan's astonishment, she felt herself fall onto the bed.

Even the most exquisite dress is incredibly fragile when it needs to break.

The real and the virtual intertwine, creating a bizarre and fantastical scene.

Morgan did not reject your words.

As a princess, she felt an instinctive reaction.

She seems to really need something to vent, to forget all the pain you don't know about.

But she realized this seemed a bit too unrestrained and tried to tone it down, only to find herself enjoying it immensely, unable to extricate herself from it.

"Your Highness, you don't seem to be as resistant as I thought..."

"Do not talk."

Morgan touched Ian's hand on his waist, but his eyes held an undeniable authority.

“Foolish knight, you have no right to speak before me.”

"Understood, Your Highness."

Morgan has found plenty of fun in you.

She fears you'll die before you've provided her with enough pleasure, so she plans to secretly cast a spell on you.

But she soon realized that she didn't need to do that at all; you were much more resilient than she had imagined.

[The innate talent of abundant energy is activated.]

In Morgan's presence, your energy is inexhaustible.

Being controlled by Morgan like this won't make you feel tired.

Morgan's gaze towards you has changed.

"Don't you know what it means to be tired?"

Morgan looked at Ian, who showed no signs of fatigue, and sensed that he was no ordinary person—after all, she herself was quite tired.

“Your Highness, a knight never tires before the one he serves,” Ian replied respectfully. “I only rest when you no longer need me.”

Morgan did not respond to Ian.

She looked out the window.

It was dawn. The sun would soon rise again over Britain, which would also be the day Ian died.

"Don't you regret it?"

Morgan asked again.

"Your life is about to end, and all of this was just to give me a moment of pleasure?"

“I will never regret it,” Ian said firmly.

"..."

Silence, stillness.

"Kneel down," Morgan suddenly said.

Although Ian didn't know what Morgan wanted to do, he still knelt down in front of her according to knightly etiquette.

"What's your name?"

"Ian."

“Ian,” Morgan said coldly.

“I don’t care about anyone, including my knight, so I will abandon you whenever I think it’s necessary.”

Even so, do you still want to become my knight?

“It’s the same every day, every night,” Ian replied without hesitation.

"Is that so... then it seems I need to let you live until the moment I abandon you."

As Morgan said this, he extended his hand to Ian.

The sun shines again on Britain.

The naked princess won over her most loyal knight with a simple kiss on the hand.

4. Morgan's Imaginary Enemy

The encounter under the moon was a beautiful moment, and everything continues.

Morgan kept your secret of the night raid on the princess's chambers a secret; no one knows that you, as a knight, took the princess's virginity.

She remembered your name and promoted you from among the knights to be her trusted confidant.

[But you never saw Morgan's sorrowful face again, nor did you ever taste her body again.]

She deliberately keeps her distance from you and never calls your name in public; the distance between you seems to remain forever between your identities as a princess and a knight.

You were somewhat saddened, but you also knew that this was inevitable. Morgan, as a princess, could not possibly admit to having spent the night with you while drunk.

Several months passed, until this day, she sent someone to find you.

"Sir Knight."

Morgan's maid spoke respectfully to Ian before her.

"The princess needs to see you and hopes you will come as soon as possible."

“Really?” Ian turned around. “I understand. I’ll be right there.”

Walking through the royal court's corridor, Ian stood before the door and gently knocked on the door that had once changed his destiny.

"Who is it?" Morgan's voice came from inside.

“It is I, Your Highness, your knight Ian.”

"come in."

With Morgan's permission, Ian then pushed open the door.

Morgan was standing in front of the mirror, arms crossed, looking intently at his reflection.

“Come here, Ian.”

Although Ian didn't understand what Morgan was going to do, obeying the princess's orders was a knight's duty, so he slowly walked to Morgan's side.

"Princess."

"Don't look at me, look in the mirror."

The simulation continued as Morgan commanded.

You looked in the mirror and saw a face that was both strange and familiar.

You feel she shares some similarities with Morgan, yet also possesses completely opposite traits in many ways.

The image in the mirror was unstable and disappeared after only a short time.

You realized it might be Morgan's magic trick, but didn't make a big fuss about it.

"How about it?"

Morgan looked up at the tall knight beside him.

"Ian, what was your first impression of the person you just saw?"

"Your Highness, what do you mean by 'first impression'..."