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

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"Neither I nor that boy Gawain had heard of such a thing during our previous patrols."

"It was created simply to intimidate us."

"I think we should put the plan on hold for now and find out what's going on."

"Ah."

Morgan took Ian's hand.

"But before that, Ian, I want to ask you a question."

"Please speak, Your Highness."

"What...what do you think of this legend?" Morgan's tone was somewhat probing.

“It’s pointless.” Ian said without the slightest hesitation.

"Meaningless?"

“Yes.” Ian looked directly at Morgan. “Your Highness, in the end, only you will be able to ascend the throne.”

“I do not acknowledge any king other than you.”

"I will do everything in my power to defend your throne, even if it means sacrificing myself."

"Shut up."

Morgan touched Ian's lips with her fingertip.

"You are my possession."

"Whether you make a sacrifice or not is my decision; it's not up to you to decide."

You and Morgan have temporarily shelved the idea of planning a foreign invasion.

Instead, you begin to seriously investigate the legend of the red dragon that suddenly appeared in Camelot.

But the result will surprise you.

Almost no one, not even the knights, felt that this was something that had happened so suddenly.

In their understanding, this was a legend that had existed for many years and was highly credible.

You suddenly realize that this timeline seems to coincide with the time when King Uther set out on his campaign.

You sense that something is even more wrong.

You returned to the royal court and reported everything to Morgan.

"Is this a legend that already existed when my father went to war?"

Morgan's eyes widened, a look of surprise flashing in his blue eyes.

"How can this be?"

"I've never heard of such a thing before!"

Ian was not surprised by Morgan's reaction—because that was his first reaction as well.

If the legend of the Red Dragon had already been circulating for many years, there would be absolutely no way that he and Morgan wouldn't have known about it!

So--

There is only one answer.

Ian looked at Morgan and found that Morgan was also looking at him.

The two exchanged a brief glance and knew they were thinking the same thing.

"Your Highness, is it magic?"

“I think I’m right,” Morgan replied coldly. “And it’s a long-hidden hint magic spell, effective throughout Camelot.”

"Your Highness, isn't that similar to your previous magic tricks?"

"Yes."

Morgan looked serious.

"From the perspective of protecting the magic from taking effect, those unmanned armors were probably there to ensure that it would take effect at this moment."

“This…” Ian’s expression turned somewhat serious.

"Was it that magician who uses flower petals again?"

"It's highly likely that this will be the case."

Morgan walked to the bookshelf next to him, took down a thick book, and began to quickly search through it.

"Like that magic trick that hides the name, it takes a long time to run and can no longer be undoed in a simple way."

Morgan slammed the book shut, and even his voice sounded different.

"This shows that my father rejected me from the very beginning."

"He never considered my potential."

"..."

Hearing Morgan's somewhat distorted voice, Ian walked behind her, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

"It's alright, Your Highness."

"You do not need any approval from the late king."

"Your abilities are more than enough to erase this pointless prejudice."

Your reassurance did indeed have a significant effect.

Morgan, who had been trembling with anger, gradually calmed down in your arms.

She put the book back on the shelf and tidied her slightly disheveled hair.

"really."

Morgan held the hand that belonged to Ian on his waist.

"I don't need that kind of approval."

"I achieved all of this on my own."

“That’s right, Your Highness.”

Ian rested his head on Morgan's shoulder, took a deep breath, and looked like he was really enjoying it.

"Your persistence makes me even more enamored with you."

"Is that so?" Morgan smiled slightly after recovering.

“Ian, perhaps you’ll have to pay a price for enjoying all of this.”

"Go and find out the proof of that so-called red dragon for me."

"That is to be expected, Your Highness."

You begin secretly investigating what exactly the proof of the Crimson Dragon is.

But the result was fruitless—the magician, who had set up so many traps, seemed to have concealed the proof itself as well.

You realize that this is an incredibly powerful opponent.

But what you may not know is that the reality is probably much simpler than you imagine.

On a hill somewhere outside Camelot.

A silver-haired man stood on the hillside, gazing at the majestic castle in the distance.

He yawned and muttered to himself in a rather lazy tone:

"What was bound to happen has finally happened."

"But I haven't finished making that thing yet... Oh well, I'll just spend a few minutes making it later."

The man repeated words that were neither true nor false, nor did they seem to have any meaning.

He scratched the back of his head and walked onto the path in the field.

After the footprints, the ground was covered with flower petals.

56. The Fallen Throne: A Dream

Your investigation is still ongoing.

[Your hidden talent has been unleashed: You understand now that you, Morgan, and Gawain were unaffected by the legend because of Morgan's magical blessing—the mysterious magician didn't seem to have perfected his magic.]

You ordered Gawain to thoroughly investigate the people who discussed this matter, hoping to find more flaws in the magic trick.

Gawain trusted your orders implicitly, and he meticulously investigated the legend of the Crimson Dragon.

But as he came into contact with the rumors more often, some doubts seemed to arise in his mind.

"Father, that's about it for today."

Gawain, holding the sword he had inherited from Ian, answered respectfully.

Another day of nothing.

But Ian didn't intend to blame Gawain—after all, his efforts were evident to all.

"Okay, I understand. You should go back and rest now."

"it is good."

Gawain sheathed his sword and turned to walk down the corridor.

However, as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Father, may I ask you some questions?"