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

You sense that something is amiss—but what does it matter?

You are acutely aware of the longing within your soul for Morgan's body.

You don't intend to deny this desire.

Morgan's allure also blinded you to Artoria, who had been lurking in the shadows all along.

Time flew by in this joyful atmosphere, and soon it was time for bathing.

"Ian, wait for me."

Morgan, having returned victorious, walked contentedly toward a screen.

Clearly, she wanted to give Ian another good lesson in being a princess.

But just then, a hand touched Ian's shoulder.

He turned around, but what he saw was Artoria.

How did she end up in a place like this?

"you……"

Before Ian could finish speaking, Artoria covered his mouth.

"Mr. Ian! Please don't speak! I sneaked in!"

"..."

Ian was a little confused, but he nodded nonetheless.

Seeing him like this, Artoria, slightly out of breath and blushing, said:

"that--"

"Mr. Ian, please come to my room tonight!"

Before Ian could even confirm or deny it, Artoria had already run off.

She remained as cunning as ever—as long as she didn't hear a rejection, she wouldn't feel bad on the spot.

However, before Ian could think about it further...

A long, slender, fair leg peeked out from behind the screen.

It was covered in bath soap, and its sticky appearance was quite suggestive.

Morgan's orders then came:

"Ian, my legs are so tired, come and massage them for me."

Morgan's feet are very agile.

While you're massaging her, she's also massaging you with her feet.

Some things were washed away along with the bath salts by the warm water at the bathhouse.

This made Morgan feel even better.

Once again, she commanded you to become her horse, and then began to enjoy the treatment of a knight.

The warm water gently washed over Ian and Morgan's lower bodies.

Morgan's fingertips lightly traced across Ian's incredibly muscular chest, and the water droplets that clung to it fell onto the surface of his muscles.

After drawing like this for quite a while, Morgan finally stopped, just like an artist who had completed a great work of art.

She hooked Ian's chin and asked softly;

"Knight, do you know what I wrote on your chest?"

“Your Highness, is that your name?” Ian answered without hesitation.

"Oh? You actually sensed it?"

"Of course, after all, that is Your Highness's name, so it is only natural to write it down like this."

"That--"

Morgan put her arms around Ian's neck, forcing him to look only at her.

"Ian, do you know why I wrote my name on your chest?"

Ian shook his head.

"Your Highness, I had no idea."

"Then I'll tell you now—"

Morgan moved closer.

She lowered her head and kissed Ian's neck, leaving a small but very noticeable mark.

She looked up at Ian with a faint smile.

“Once you write your name on the parchment, it becomes your own personal notebook.”

"Once a name is engraved on the blade, it becomes a person's weapon."

“Ian, I’ve written your name on your body so many times.”

"So you belong to me alone, understand?"

"Princess."

Ian looked at Morgan, not avoiding her gaze at all.

"Isn't that natural?"

"But some people don't think so."

Morgan's fingers traced back and forth across Ian's slightly weathered face.

"What should I do?"

"..."

Ian could certainly tell that Morgan was implying something.

“Your Highness, please speak frankly. You know that I have always taken your requirements as my goal.”

"Um……"

Morgan straightened up slightly and pressed Ian's sword back a little.

"Then I'll be frank."

"Artoria, I've been watching you from the shadows all day."

Morgan's words have enlightened you.

You suddenly realize that Artoria's appearance just now was no accident.

She had been holding back all day to find this opportunity.

On this day, Morgan asserted his absolute sovereignty over you.

"Your Highness, is that so?"

“Hmm?” Morgan lifted Ian’s chin.

"Ian, haven't you noticed?"

Ian nodded.

"I really didn't find out about that."

"Because Your Highness, I find it hard to resist your body."

Morgan was satisfied with the answer.

However, she continued to ask:

"I heard from Gawain that you and Artoria are getting close, right?"

“Yes, Your Highness.” Ian did not deny it.

“I need to learn more from her—like her real name, Artoria, is one of those things.”

"I think I might be able to learn more about the secrets of that power within her in the future."

That will be of great benefit to you.

Morgan doesn't doubt your words.

After all, she knew that getting a girl disguised as a man to reveal her real name was no easy task.

You sensed her unwavering determination.

You know she still longs for the throne.

"Ian, do you remember you said you would definitely let me ascend the throne?"

Morgan embraced Ian's body and lay down on his chest.

Her hair spread out in the water, drifting like lotus blossoms.

The warm water partially submerged her body, causing her already fair skin to blush slightly.

"I have always believed in this."

“I have never forgotten my promise, Your Highness.”

Ian gently stroked Morgan's back, feeling a smooth, peel-like texture.

"I am moving towards this goal every moment."

"only--"

"It always takes some time."

"I know."

Morgan closed her eyes and listened to the man's heartbeat.

"Your heartbeat has been steady, which means you're not lying to me."

"But I really want to experience that day as soon as possible..."