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

Ian was silent.

a long time.

He took a deep breath and gave his response.

"Artoria."

Can you promise me something?

"what's up?"

"Um……"

Ian rubbed her carefully combed hair, his eyes showing a complicated expression.

"From now on, you can be a normal girl in front of me."

"A normal girl?"

Artoria's eyes showed some hesitation.

"I can't do that kind of thing, can I?"

"Don't worry."

Ian smiled slightly—a smile tinged with ulterior motives.

"I'll show you how to be a girl."

65. The Day the Princess Declared Sovereignty (4,000-word chapter)

Artoria proved through her actions that she truly deserved the sword in the stone, the symbol of the throne.

[With this imposing aura, she was able to gain entry into the royal court.]

However, the investiture ceremony still requires some time to prepare.

During this time, Artoria will reside in the royal court as an uncrowned queen.

Although you intentionally kept her room as far away as possible from yours and Morgan's, the two of them would inevitably meet at some point.

That was a scene the maids who served them called "Camelot's harsh winter."

Inside the royal court corridor.

Good morning, Your Highness. Good morning, Lord Ian.

"Good morning."

"Please work hard today too."

Ian responded to the maids' greetings with a smile, and after watching them leave, having been pleased by his words, he whispered to Morgan beside him.

“Your Highness, you rarely pay such little attention to your manners.”

You seem very unhappy today.

“Yes.” Morgan made no attempt to hide his thoughts.

"I am indeed quite unhappy right now."

“Ian, tell me, why was that guy Artorius allowed to move into the Royal Court? You should know I don’t want to see her at all.”

What's meant to happen will happen.

This is a question Morgan will ask sooner or later.

However, Ian wasn't nervous—because he did have a reason to explain everything to Morgan.

"Your Highness, I have discovered that we have indeed overlooked a problem."

"I overlooked a problem?" Morgan frowned slightly.

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “Your Highness, although Vortigern hasn’t launched an invasion for a long time.”

"But his strength is still not to be underestimated, and I think you should know that better than I do."

Morgan was not stupid.

Upon hearing Ian's words, she immediately realized the hidden meaning.

You mean to say—

"Use Artorias to get rid of Vortigern?"

“That’s right, that way we can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.”

"In addition, I would like to tell you something else—that is, Artoria's real name is actually Artoria."

Morgan did not respond to Ian.

She simply took his hand, and that was enough to answer all her questions—she accepted the explanation.

The two continued walking and came to that familiar garden again.

Looking at the budding flowers, Morgan spoke again:

"The flowers are about to bloom again."

“Ian, I command you to answer that question again—who is more beautiful, me or the flower?”

"This time, I don't want to hear you say that I'm more beautiful than the flowers, nor do I want to hear you say that the flowers are more beautiful than me."

Ian smiled slightly and quickly replied:

"Your Highness, there's only one answer, isn't there—"

You are as beautiful as a flower.

"So how do you plan to explain this time?"

"It's very simple."

Ian looked at Morgan beside him.

"Because of Your Highness's presence here, the flower has finally found the words to describe it."

"You are the flower, and the flower is you."

"So you are as beautiful as a flower."

"Where did you learn so many sweet talk skills?" Morgan gently squeezed Ian's hand. "You're so good at making people happy."

"I learned it because Your Highness needed it."

Just as Morgan was about to say something more, a voice came from behind them.

"Hey? Mr. Ian, what are you doing here?"

Ian and Morgan both turned around at the same time and saw Artoria standing there.

The moment her eyes met Morgan's, a chill filled the corridor.

This is invisible snow and hidden wind.

Everything is calm.

But things weren't entirely peaceful.

This is roughly what is meant by the "Camelot winter".

Good morning, Artorius.

Morgan looked at Artoria calmly, but deliberately pulled Ian closer to her until his arm touched her chest.

That was Morgan's natural advantage in the battlefield, and Artoria had no chance of winning.

Artoria looked at the two of them standing close together, her brows furrowing like a waterfall during a flood.

"Good morning, both of you."

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The defeated Artoria hurriedly walked away—but in reality, she hid around the corner and secretly observed.

She braced herself against the wall with both hands, only peeking out with half her head to observe the situation.

But what Artoria didn't know was that Morgan had been watching her every move.

She leaned close to Ian's ear discreetly and whispered:

“Ian, I command you to kiss me.”

"..."

Although Ian didn't understand Morgan's reasoning, he knew he didn't need to think about it.

"Understood, Your Highness."

Ian lowered his head, embraced Morgan's long, soft hair, and kissed her lips.

This is perfectly normal behavior between husband and wife—no maid would question it.

It was enough to prove to Artoria the intimacy between the two.

But Morgan doesn't intend to stop there.

As their lips touched intimately, her hand reached downwards.

The princess's hand guided the knight's fingertips, flowing up and down the graceful curves of her chest, creating waves of movement.

She knew all too well how to command this loyal knight in times like these.

Morgan's lips curled into a triumphant smile.

Artoria shrank back against the wall.

She glanced at her hands, then at her chest.

Those deep green eyes, like a sea of ​​trees, seemed to hold a firm resolve.

Morgan was very proactive today.

Whenever you have even a little time alone with her, she'll make you feel her physical allure.

From one hand to two hands, it's increasingly crossing the line.