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

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You completely understand what Morgan means.

However, the situation seems somewhat different.

Tonight, influenced by the throne beneath her, she is less willing to act as she usually does.

But she didn't tell you what kind of changes she needed from you.

At this moment, you experienced what a complex and tender world truly is.

But you're not afraid of any of this.

Because while Morgan was getting to know you, you were also getting to know Morgan.

She is the princess most capable of subduing you, and you are the knight who understands her best.

"I'm sorry, my lady."

Ian slowly squatted down.

The princess's jade feet always maintained a soft yet smooth feel, and every inch of her skin was worth touching.

However, this is not the time for such art appreciation.

Ian held them and carefully lifted them up.

Until it was higher than Morgan's forehead;

Until it brushed past Morgan's ear;

Until it landed on the cushion of the throne.

“Ian, do you know what you’re doing?” Morgan asked, staring directly at the approaching knight.

“I know, Your Highness.”

Ian was not intimidated by Morgan's words.

“You are the future king, and I am your knight. In this matter, only I have the possibility of being loyal to you.”

"so--"

Morgan looked at his ear.

"Is this your reason for doing this?"

Ian nodded.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"You only need to sit on the throne, and I will swear allegiance to you."

“Ian, this is the throne,” Morgan’s tone became somewhat subtle. “And I am your princess.”

"To commit such a despicable act against the princess on the throne is a crime for which even a thousand arrows could not have been too much."

"But Your Highness, you did not resist my actions just now."

"..."

Morgan and Ian exchanged a glance, and their expressions perfectly conveyed each other's thoughts.

How could two people who know each other so well possibly reject new excitement?

You had a deep yet accessible conversation with Morgan.

[Mystical Magic Talent Acquired: Morgan seems to have cast some kind of yet-to-be-revealed magic on you through his own body, but you can sense that it doesn't harm you.]

You know you are desecrating King Uther's throne.

But you know very well that you'd much rather see Morgan's heart race because of you than worry about such things.

After all, he was a king who abandoned his own daughter, while she was the one you swore allegiance to.

The relative importance is obvious at a glance.

However, this blasphemy has indeed sobered you up considerably.

You've remembered something that needs to be brought up.

"Princess."

"What's wrong? Do you already realize your mistake?"

“Yes, I know the mistake I made, and I feel ashamed and saddened by it,” Ian replied respectfully to Morgan.

"But there are some things I still hope to get your approval for."

"Making demands at a time like this?" Morgan sneered. "Ian, you really know how to pick your moments."

"However, considering how hard you've worked, I'll allow you to say it."

"Hmm—Your Highness, the war continues, food production is decreasing, and many refugees have appeared near our capital."

"If possible, Your Highness, I think we should do something? This might help you further establish your authority."

“Ian, I’ve noticed what you’re saying, and we really should do something about it.”

Morgan reached out and gently stroked Ian's cheek.

"But this time, I hope you will do it and establish your own authority."

"Me, do it?" Ian asked, somewhat surprised. "Your Highness, my authority is meaningless."

"This is your kingdom."

“Ian, you don’t need to teach me how to do things.”

Morgan was usually in a superior position, and he exuded a cold and oppressive aura.

"I've said it before, everything you have is mine."

"Prestige is no exception."

34. The Knight Who Accumulates Fame

Morgan has kept you in suspense.

She must have some way of taking over the prestige you've gained.

However, you don't seem to mind this kind of thing.

After all, helping Morgan achieve his wish would be a good option for you.

You've started taking action.

[You have ordered the city's guards to be properly organized and have them actively inspect the city's defenses.]

You gather the refugees near the capital in the name of Britain and provide them with food and work.

[You asked Morgan to create a seed imbued with magic. While it couldn't completely undo the effects of the waning of the divine age, the land's yield did increase after it was planted.]

You didn't just talk the talk; you took the lead and participated in these things, and everyone felt your efforts.

Your already high status in the city will continue to rise.

Every resident of the capital city treats you with great respect, addressing you with honorifics.

Children have started telling your story on the streets, and every now and then you'll see them holding up a branch, pointing to the sky, and imitating you.

However, you don't care about any of these things at all.

You remain the knight who pledges loyalty only to Morgan; that has never changed.

During the day, you sow seeds alongside laborers transformed from refugees.

[At night, you worked diligently on Morgan's body.]

"Your Highness, can you tell me now why you did this?"

"No."

Morgan's slender, long fingers traced across Ian's cheek, appearing somewhat mischievous.

"It's not time for you to know yet."

"I understand, Your Highness."

“Hmm.” Morgan nodded, then leaned close to Ian’s ear and gently blew a breath.

"Tonight... I will not allow you to back down."

You are continuing Morgan's orders.