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

Morgan drew a bladed sword—she seemed to have been preparing for this for a long time.

"Ian, do you remember it?"

“I remember,” Ian nodded. “This is your sword, but…”

Ian remembered that the last time he saw this blade, it was engraved with Morgan's name, but now that spot was empty.

Morgan had already predicted what Ian would think.

Her hand gently brushed across the sword, and a line of carved names appeared on it.

"I used magic to hide it in the sword. You don't need to doubt it too much; it's still the same sword as before."

“However, Ian.” Morgan looked directly at the knight whose forehead he had stepped on.

"I command you that, under no circumstances, you must use this sword when assassinating Vortigern."

Although he had many questions in his mind, Ian already understood that he had no right to ask any questions.

"Understood, Your Highness."

[For the rest of the time, you and Morgan didn't bring up this matter again.]

She brought wine and ordered you to drink it.

She watched you drink, her expression quite complicated.

You sensed a hope emanating from her, but you didn't know why that thought had arisen.

She kept pouring you glass of wine, one after another, while also drinking some herself.

"There's no time to lose. You should leave here when the moon is full tonight."

Slightly tipsy, Morgan spoke to Ian in front of him.

“I have arranged everything for the journey, and after you leave, you will bear the guilt of killing two fellow knights.”

Morgan has no intention of giving Ian any way out.

When the moon rises, he is destined never to return to the royal court in a normal way.

But Ian simply accepted all of this with equanimity:

"Yes, Your Highness."

Under the moonlight, Morgan watched you depart.

The princess stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance for a long time, until you became a dot on the horizon and completely disappeared from sight.

She found herself somewhat uncomfortable with no one kneeling before her.

7. What the Wandering Rider Saw and Heard

As agreed, you left the royal court.

From that day on, a message began to spread across Britain—a knight had killed two of his fellow knights.

You know it was a carefully crafted rumor by Morgan; she's cut off your way back.

[Your innate affinity has been replaced with Affinity·(Evil): Rather than expressing your thoughts in a friendly manner, you, burdened by a bad reputation, are now more adept at using threats, and your words and actions will be accepted in a less friendly way.]

[The talent Combat Continuation has been enhanced to Combat Continuation+: Because of Morgan's instructions to you by the bath, you will be able to stand up again, even if you are seriously injured, before you assassinate Vortigern.]

You have walked alone for a long time, but because of your loyalty to Morgan, you have never felt lonely.

In a remote border town.

If we go any further, we will reach the area ravaged by Voodoo's army.

Ian chose to rest here for the time being.

Inside a tavern, townspeople were drinking heartily from wooden goblets, discussing all sorts of things—though the town was always at risk of being affected by war, they were entitled to do so under the protection of the British army.

"Hey, hey!" a man with a goatee, reeking of alcohol, said, "Have you heard? Apparently, a knight killed two of his companions and is now on the run!"

Ian knew this was about him; he had heard similar things far too often along the way.

However, he doesn't mind.

Because everyone is just spreading rumors indirectly, and no one has bothered to investigate the truth of the matter.

This is what Morgan wants to see.

So--

The princess's vision is the knight's vision.

I would be willing to see this situation, even if it means being imprisoned.

"Ok, I know."

The fat man next to the goatee nodded in response.

"What kind of deep-seated hatred do you have that necessitates killing him?"

"Who knows?" The man with the goatee took another big gulp of wine. "But more importantly, have you heard anything about the Crown Prince lately?"

"I know this!"

A skinny guy also joined the conversation.

"I heard that some decision was made before the expedition, right?"

"..."

More concerned with information about Morgan than his own affairs, Ian listened quietly to the conversation between the three men, dressed in a coat.

You listen intently to the conversation between the three.

You heard the ceremony celebrating the birth of the royal heir; it seems to have even reached small, remote towns like this.

You learned quite a bit about the banquet from Morgan, but the following conversation completely surprised you.

They believed that after King Uther, a new heir would assume the British throne and become the new king.

You realize that someone is spreading rumors, just like Morgan, but even so, you still can't control your temper.

There was a snap.

Ian smashed the already rickety table to pieces.

The eyes of everyone in the tavern were drawn to him—they had no idea why this tall man, who was hiding himself in a coat, would do such a thing.

"The king of Britain will not be that new heir!"

"The glory of this land will forever belong to Her Highness the Princess!"

Before he could escalate the situation further, Ian threw down enough gold coins as compensation and stormed out of the tavern.

As everyone watched his departing figure, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Where did this lunatic come from?"

"Never mind him, let's keep drinking."

The tavern gradually returned to its original state, as if Ian had never been there.

You left the tavern and began your journey, traveling day and night.

You crossed deep mountains, forded rivers, and traversed dense forests.

You have entered the territory ravaged by Vortigern's army, but the lowly king is still a king, and he is not as easy to find as you might imagine.

You realize that you can't complete the task Morgan assigned you by continuing like this, and you need some more radical methods.

Since you cannot find Vortigern, then let Vortigern come to you.

You killed some of Vortigern's soldiers, which was no big deal for someone who was once a knight.

As you kill more and more soldiers, your words begin to circulate in this land far from the royal court, and this is exactly what you wanted.

One day, an old man who called himself Vortigern appeared before you, without any soldiers by his side.

He initiated a fight with you, defeating you in just a few moves. You realized the immense difference in strength between you and understood the difficulties King Uther faced in his campaign.

[Talent Combat Continuation + Trigger: You can never forget Morgan's instructions, and your vitality becomes incredibly tenacious. Even as Vortigern tramples on your wounds, causing blood to flow everywhere, you still do not die.]

Vortigern became interested in you, or rather, in your tenacious will to survive.

He secretly brought you back to the military camp, where you received the best possible treatment.

Your body gradually recovered, and you realized that your plan had succeeded.

On this day, Vortigern appeared before you once again.

"Finally awake, young man?"

Vortigern sat down next to Ian.

"I thought you would need more time, but you seem to be even more capable than I expected."

Although he opposed King Uther and allied with the Saxons, Britain's longtime enemy, Vortigern exuded an aura no less powerful than that of the royal court.

Ian couldn't even tell whether it was his innate kingly aura or the brilliance accumulated from years of battles.

However, Ian did not forget his mission.

He began to pretend to be someone else.

"Yes, thanks to your care, White Dragon King, I have recovered very well."

"Young man, tell me."

Vortigern stared directly at the other man; despite his advanced age, his eyes still possessed considerable strength.

"Why would you, who have traveled so far, try to get my attention in this way?"

Ian's heart skipped a beat.

Did Vortigern already see through my intentions, which is why he appeared before me?

"White Dragon King, I was condemned for some crimes in my anger. I cannot accept these judgments imposed on me, so I have come from afar hoping to receive your protection and save my life."

"Heh." Vottigen sneered.

“Ian, a wandering knight from the royal court, you have killed your fellow knight and deserve to be convicted.”