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

In the prison, Ian, who was imprisoned, gasped for breath, his nostrils filled with the familiar, stale smell.

He has been locked up by Morgan like this for more than three years.

Every day, Ian would see Morgan come to visit him alone, but he never spoke. Instead, he would silently cut his finger and make Ian kneel on the ground to lick the blood that flowed out.

Occasionally, she would have Ian put her finger in his mouth and gently move something around inside his mouth.

This cold-hearted princess still didn't take Ian seriously at all.

You disappeared, but nobody cared.

[Because the British royal family welcomed the birth of a new child, the entire kingdom rejoiced and celebrated; compared to that, the disappearance of a knight was utterly insignificant.]

Moreover, Morgan himself had no intention of looking for you, so naturally no one would bring it up.

[It seems all traces of your existence have been erased, leaving only Morgan as your final record in this world.]

For some reason, after the birth of your new offspring named Arthur, Morgan has been visiting you more and more often, and has been making you lick his blood more frequently.

[Your innate talent, "Energetic," has been enhanced to "Energetic+": Morgan's blood flows through your body, allowing you to maintain boundless energy and fight tirelessly.]

[The Talented Proxy has been upgraded to Proxy+: At some point in the future, you will be mistaken for Morgan, and no one will suspect a thing.]

During this time, Morgan has finally become willing to talk to you.

From her, you learn of the existence of King Vortigern, who appears to have appeared earlier than you thought, and whose existence is shaking the very foundations of Britain.

A few days later, you learned from Morgan that King Uther had long been aware of Vortigern and was preparing to wage war against this troublesome heretic, a fact she herself had known for some time.

On the eve of his departure, Morgan found you once again.

Click.

The prison where Ian had been imprisoned for years was opened, and Morgan stood there, holding a glass of wine that exuded an enticing aroma.

“Come here, Ian.”

Ian did not hesitate; he remained Morgan's most loyal knight, obeying her commands, just as he had done many years before.

"Princess."

Ian knelt respectfully before her.

Morgan looked at Ian with a complicated expression.

“I never thought that after all these years, you would still be the same… Ian, I allow you to start resenting me now.”

“But I won’t allow myself to resent you,” Ian replied.

“You are the one I have sworn allegiance to. I will obey your every command, Your Highness. Even if you imprison me to death, it is the fate I must accept.”

"you……"

Morgan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

She changed the subject and brought up another matter: "In that case, Ian, do you still remember how to use a longsword?"

“Knightly etiquette must not be forgotten,” Ian replied quickly.

"So--"

Morgan looked down at the knights who had submitted to him and spoke slowly and deliberately.

“Ian, it’s time to hit the road.”

“I command you to kill my father’s enemy, Vortigern.”

6. You will become a despicable blade.

Every word Morgan spoke is etched into your heart.

Although you have never met King Vortigern, judging from the fact that he and his army were able to wreak havoc throughout Britain, he is no ordinary man.

You realize this is a mission with no chance of success.

Morgan's actions are no different from sending you to your death.

However, even after realizing this, Ian did not hesitate.

His response to Morgan was only one short sentence:

"I understand, Your Highness."

Morgan looked at Ian kneeling before him, and his deep blue eyes revealed a rare expression of his inner emotions.

But there was still no hint of excitement, only doubt.

"Ian, do you really think you can do something like this?"

“No.” Ian shook his head. “Although I have never met Vortigern, I know he will be a formidable enemy.”

"Then why didn't you reject me?"

“No knight would refuse an order from the one he has sworn allegiance to,” Ian replied without hesitation.

"Your Highness, I am no exception."

“But what if they go and never return?” Morgan looked at the knight kneeling before him.

"Then I will never return."

Morgan remained silent.

She had intended to do the opposite, mocking your cowardice to spur you on to take on the task with a competitive spirit, but she never expected you to be far more loyal than she imagined.

You agreed without even asking yourself what you were supposed to do.

She chose to believe in your loyalty; this is the first time she has done so.

“Come with me, Ian.”

Morgan stood up.

"I allow you to bathe in front of me."

As dusk fell, the corridors of the royal court were bathed in golden light, a scene of breathtaking beauty, just like a scene sung in a poem.

As Ian watched all this, he felt a vague sense of disorientation—he realized that he hadn't been in contact with the outside world day and night for a very long time.

"Ian, do you like it here?" Morgan, who was walking ahead, suddenly spoke up.

"Yes, Your Highness."

“I like it too.” Morgan reached out and caught a fallen leaf, a rare smile appearing on her face.

"So if I had the chance, I would like to stay here for all eternity, so that the glory of Britain may shine upon it."

"Your Highness, your wish will surely be fulfilled."

"..."

Morgan seemed to snap out of her daze in an instant, and her smile vanished.

I hope you're right.

Morgan slowly poked the leaf in his hand into Ian's mouth.

“Ian, swallow it, and then pretend you didn’t see anything.”

Seeing the knights obeying his orders, Morgan felt a little better.

Morgan wasn't joking.

She did indeed take you to a bathhouse reserved for royalty.

She sent everyone else away except you; now it's just the two of you here.

She asked you to remove your armor and enter the bath.

You realize she's about to begin explaining her plans.

"Ian."

Morgan sat by the bath, gently dipping his feet into the water—water that had been enchanted and remained pure year-round.

What do you consider betrayal to be?

As she said this, she pressed her foot against Ian's firm chest.

Clear pool water slid down Ian's chest and slowly flowed back into the bath.

“To me, betrayal is to defy your orders and disobey your will,” Ian replied respectfully.

"Ha, just as you would have given that answer."

Morgan's feet traveled up Ian's chest to his neck.

To be honest, if anyone else had done this, Ian would have immediately assumed they were trying to seduce him.

But Morgan was the only one who couldn't inspire him to have such thoughts.

He never truly received her affection.

All that exists is physical pleasure.

"But I'm telling you, that's wrong."

"True betrayal requires that person to truly value you, but I will not value you; you are just a pawn I can discard at any time."

"Therefore, your understanding is completely wrong. You can betray anyone, but you cannot betray me."

You're not disappointed, because Morgan has emphasized to you many times that she doesn't value you.

[After she pressed her toes against your lips, you overheard her plan.]

She has decided to have you approach King Vortigern as a wandering knight who hates Britain, and gain his favor.

You will become a double-edged sword that Morgan has planted beside Vortigern, betraying this tyrannical king of Britain at the most crucial moment and stabbing him in the throat.

She firmly believes that this despicable method suits you perfectly, and that you will surely cripple Vortigern.

[Also, she has something else to give you.]

Swish.

The sword is drawn.