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"Artoria, are you kidding me?"

She shook her head.

"I'm not kidding."

“After you left, I examined this issue very carefully.”

Ultimately, I found that there was no disagreement on this matter between the version of myself that I approve of and the version of myself that you approve of.

"so--"

Atorius looked at Ian before her, her eyes filled with the purest emotions a young girl could have.

"Will you come tomorrow to witness me draw my sword?"

"I want to complete an attempt without regrets, right under your nose!"

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60. Girl, True Name, Sword Appears (4-word chapter, please subscribe!)

"Then goodbye, Mr. Ian!"

Artorius placed his hands on his knees and bowed very deeply to Ian.

"I hope... to see you tomorrow!"

Before Ian could answer him, Artorius ran off in a flash.

Avoid hearing any answers on the spot, so you can wait for tomorrow with hope.

This is a unique thought characteristic of girls like Artoria's age.

But for Ian, such scheming seemed somewhat unnecessary—he would decide for himself what to do.

You paid the bill and left the tavern under the watchful eyes of everyone present.

You have returned to the royal court.

You entered the room you shared with Morgan.

This is the time you agreed upon.

Morgan was standing by the window, gazing at the scenery outside.

The bright moon reflected in her eyes, as if it were falling into the heart of a deep blue lake.

The sheer fabric covering her body was shrouded in a hazy glow, perfectly outlining the smooth curves of her chest and her slender waist in this dreamlike setting.

And Ian is the only one who can see these things.

"Princess."

Hearing Ian's voice, Morgan turned around.

Upon seeing his infatuated gaze, a small smile appeared on her lips.

With her slender fingers, she pinched the lace trim of her sheer dress at the shoulder and pulled it down slightly, revealing her fair, dew-like shoulders.

"Ian, come here."

"I want to spend this wonderful evening by the window."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Ian came up behind Morgan, gently reached out and crossed his hands over her lower abdomen, pulling her into his arms.

"Ian, am I beautiful?" Morgan asked, letting her hair down.

"Your Highness, you are not beautiful at all."

Ian felt the warmth of Morgan's lower abdomen and lowered his head to rest it on her exposed shoulder.

"After all, if we were to describe you as beautiful, there are many things in Britain that are just like you."

"That is blasphemy."

"Ha." Morgan smiled seductively. "But your mind is clearly full of thoughts that blaspheme me, isn't it?"

“Your Highness, I don’t deny that; you always fascinate me.”

"You're getting better and better at sweet talk."

Morgan placed her hand on Ian's, her fingertips tracing between his fingers.

"But I like it very much."

You noticed that Morgan was in a good mood.

But this doesn't seem like the kind of emotion that should be present at this time.

You have a feeling that something is amiss.

You decide to investigate.

“Your Highness, you seem to be in a very good mood today,” Ian asked respectfully.

"Have it?"

Morgan gently pinched Ian's index finger.

"Do I look happy?"

“I’m at least happier than I was a few days ago,” Ian answered truthfully. “That makes me happy too.”

"..."

Morgan gave a faint smile—she didn't seem to want to hide her thoughts from Ian.

"Perhaps I've found some reason."

"Some reason? Whoosh."

“Yes.” Morgan looked out at the moon.

"The knights were eager to draw their swords and choose a king, but none of them emerged who could take over Britain."

"The king who leads Britain may not be chosen by heaven at all, and even our children do not possess that ability."

"So--"

Morgan tilted her head back, her slightly moist lips uttering the words in her heart.

"Am I still the one closest to the throne?"

"..."

To be fair, although Morgan's tone of voice was not much different from usual, Ian could still clearly sense the madness in her words.

The reason she had several of her sons, led by Gawain, try to draw the sword might not have been to let them demonstrate their talents at all.

Rather, it was to prove that they, like themselves, did not possess the destiny of being chosen by Britain.

Thinking about it this way—

Gawain's repeated attempts might annoy her, while Abiy Wen, who only touched her once, is more worthy of her favor.

This is such a deep-seated, even somewhat distorted, obsession.

But Ian couldn't bring himself to hate Morgan—he had witnessed her struggles and how fate had repeatedly abandoned her.

That was a heartbreaking experience.

Therefore, he understands her.