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

So Morgan didn't touch any dust—though even if she did, she wouldn't have disliked it.

"Nobody thinks that way..."

"That's because the people haven't yet witnessed your abilities when you were in power, Your Highness. Once they understand your vision, they will surely realize the truth."

"So, Your Highness..."

Ian placed his hand on the door as well—a clear overstepping of his authority.

"I'll open this door for you."

You slowly pushed open the heavy wooden door.

The trails from the bottom of the door traced quarter circles on the ground.

You know you're doing things that could get you killed, but you have no complaints.

Because you know that's what Morgan needs.

This time, it was your turn to take Morgan's hand and lead her to the place she had dreamed of countless times.

“Your Highness, we have entered,” Ian announced.

Morgan looked at everything bathed in moonlight before him and uttered a sentence after a long while.

"Ian, do you understand what you mean?"

“I understand,” Ian nodded in response.

“A reckless knight barged into the king’s council chamber in the dead of night.”

"And Your Highness, you are the wise one who has noticed all of this."

Morgan completely understood what you meant—she knew that if things were discovered, you would immediately take all the blame.

However, she doesn't need you to do that.

She has complete confidence in her magic tricks and doesn't believe that you or she will be discovered by anyone.

But you've also noticed something.

You notice that her gaze is fixed on the throne not far ahead.

You realized what she was thinking.

You know it's time to help her this time.

Morgan's gaze remained fixed on the throne where King Uther had once sat.

She could feel her heart pounding, each pulse crystal clear, as if it might burst from her chest at any moment.

Morgan knew that he was being somewhat obsessive.

But she also knew that these obsessions were the foundation that supported her soul.

Since someone has to become king.

Then why can't that person be yourself?

Memories of ambition stirred by the lake evoked a restless and uneasy mood.

Morgan was brought back to reality only when Ian's voice came through.

She heard it—a word of apology.

"I apologize, Your Highness, please allow me to be rude this time."

"what?"

Before Morgan could understand what those words meant, Ian had already bent down and picked her up.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Ian escorted Morgan to the throne with very standard steps.

“Your Highness, you should sit like this.”

“Standing is what a lowly knight like myself should do.”

Hearing this, Morgan gently stroked the edge of the throne.

The coldness on her face crumbled little by little, replaced by a blush like that she felt when she derives pleasure from Ian.

“No, Ian, you should kneel before me.”

Morgan rested his chin on his right hand, leaning back on the throne.

One of her delicate feet pressed against the inside of Ian's thigh.

"As a knight, don't you need my investiture?"

33. To desecrate the throne through cowardice.

Morgan leaned against the throne.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the sheer fabric had slipped down her skin.

The princess's fair shoulders were exposed in the quiet night, and the subtle curves of her upper chest and the small bulges that were formed by them could be vaguely seen.

However, Morgan didn't care about any of this.

Her foot, protruding from beneath the veil, pressed straight down on the difference in elevation between the knight's ground and the canyon.

Those blue eyes were gentle and dreamy, as clear as shattered crystal.

Ian knew that Morgan had now completely assumed the role of the king.

He was also willing to cooperate with her in a play—even if there was no audience.

"Yes, Your Highness, you are right. I will kneel down now."

"and many more--"

Morgan blocked Ian's path with her foot, which was magically maintained to perfection.

"I changed my mind."

"Since this is a investiture ceremony, then let me inspect your weapons."

Morgan rested his chin on his hand, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"My knight, is this alright?"

Of course, you can't refuse Morgan's request.

Although this isn't the right place to do this, you still removed your armor as she requested.

Even if you know she just wants to play with you.

Morgan, seated on her throne, witnessed the entire process, occasionally pausing the moment for you to pause.

This pause also made her notice something.

“Ian,” Morgan asked, slightly puzzled, “where is your sword?”

Knowing he couldn't hide it from Morgan, Ian answered truthfully.

"Your Highness, I have given it to Artorius."

Upon hearing this, Morgan's expression instantly turned cold.

"Ian!"

"It's that man again! Are you really that interested in him?"

“Your Highness, this was a mistake in my previous plan, and I am ashamed of my incompetence.”

"Then it seems necessary for you to know whose property you belong to."

Morgan slowly moved her foot up and placed it on Ian's chest, then began to caress it.

She said coldly, "This is your punishment."

Morgan's feet were much more agile than one might have imagined.

Moreover, she knew exactly how to break Ian—or rather, how to torture Ian.

She knew her knight all too well.

Finally, Ian couldn't hold on any longer.

"Your Highness, I was wrong."

“I really shouldn’t have given away my personal sword without informing you.”

Please give me a chance.

"Is that all?"

Morgan persisted.

"Ian, tell me, what will you do next time you see that man named Artorius?"

"I will do everything in my power to kill him."

Morgan smiled with satisfaction.

"I see. I hope you keep your word."

The princess's feet finally spared her knight.

But this doesn't mean it's all over.

On the contrary, it symbolizes a brand new beginning.

Morgan sat up from his throne.

Her legs were slightly apart, her hands resting on the railings on either side of the throne, and her body leaning back on the wine-red cushions.

“Ian, the real test is just beginning.”

"I hope your remaining weapons are as excellent as ever."