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

“It’s not just for me, but for all of Camelot.”

Ian knew he wasn't that righteous.

He was nothing but a despicable man, a lecherous scoundrel who coveted the princess's body.

He concealed his own purpose within Camelot's, making everything seem natural and reasonable.

But after saying these words, Ian also discovered a trace of knightly spirit remaining in his soul.

Is this a sign of wavering again?

This must not be done.

In her heart, there could only be Morgan.

"Artoria, do you understand what I mean?" he said.

[Lying on Morgan's bed, Artoria looks at you with a slightly flushed face.]

You don't know what her silence means—that she sees through you? Or that she's refusing to acknowledge it?

Fortunately, this situation didn't last too long.

She gave an answer.

"I understand, Mr. Ian."

Artoria wrapped her arms around Ian's neck.

Compared to Morgan's lustful demeanor, she possessed more of the purity unique to her age.

Because you like someone, you will put your arms around their neck.

"I will definitely bring victory back to Camelot."

"But until then, you'll always be with me, right?"

Ian didn't answer, he just smiled.

He would never easily swear an oath to anyone other than Morgan.

However, this smile was enough to mislead Artoria.

"Thank you, Mr. Ian."

"This gives me a lot more courage."

"By the way, Mr. Ian."

Lying on the bed, Artoria looked at the wine glass on the round table beside her—it was still more than half full of a fragrant liquid.

Let's finish it.

"This is the first time I've ever tasted that flavor, and I think I'll never forget it."

"In that case—"

Ian reached out and picked up the glass, swirling it gently.

The wine swirled in his hand, forming a small vortex.

"Artoria, how about trying another way of drinking it?"

"Another way to drink it?"

"Ah."

Ian placed one hand on the girl's leg, which was covered by white stockings.

"Alcohol doesn't necessarily go in through the mouth."

"Since you like this smell so much, wouldn't closer contact be a better choice?"

Artoria blushed, but then turned her face away and nodded shyly.

“Mr. Ian, then let’s do as you say.”

The white skirt was gently lifted by the girl, like a flower.

千.!寻'免:,费!;小"!说::裙!:2!,5,5:5.9''5;3:0'0?' ,千:"寻.!小:'说."中!?转:裙!'5.5"'4;7,:0?"7:,5:'5,5纯洁的花园篱笆触碰到了空灵无尘的玻璃，让出了一条小小的道。

The purple wine swayed and wobbled before finally spilling out.

They flow like streams into the depths of the garden, as if to leave all the fragrance here.

Soon, a completely drunk young girl will be in Morgan's bed.

This is the best container for fine wines.

Bounty Summary

It took a little longer than usual.

Before the reward.

Monthly tickets/recommendation tickets/rewards/blades: 310/6176/16.23w/124.

After the reward was offered.

月票/推荐票/打赏/刀片：547（+237）/8939（+2763）/16.23w（+500）/124（96）。

Around 11 o'clock.

The bounty will be completed in chapters of 4 words each.

A humble author left this message on August 17, 2023.

67. The princess's intuition is always exceptionally sharp (4,000-word chapter)

The wine glass was finally empty.

Artoria, as if all her strength had been drained, collapsed onto the bed.

This was the first time she had tasted wine, and also the first time she had drunk so much wine.

The girl felt her legs trembling and she couldn't exert any strength at all.

The incredibly sweet wine seemed poised to spill onto this bed that didn't belong to him at any moment.

"How are you feeling?"

Feeling Ian's reassuring hand stroking her forehead, Artoria heard her heart pounding.

"It's alright," she replied shyly.

"Cool and full."

"is it?"

"what about now?"

Ian reached out and gently pressed down on Artoria's slightly protruding belly.

Artoria's previously calm pupils widened in an instant.

Her legs were trembling, and her eyes were brimming with tears—she was trying her best to suppress her emotions.

“Mr. Ian, please stop! If you keep going like this, I… I won’t be able to hold back.”

Seeing Artoria like this, Ian stopped himself in time.

"Sorry, it seems you drank a little too much."

Upon hearing this, Artoria quickly shook her head.

"Nothing."

"I drank so much willingly."

"Well... anyway, let's call it a day."

Ian phrased it very tactfully.

Artoria naturally understood the meaning behind it.

“Mr. Ian, I understand. I will leave now.”

However, despite saying that, the girl realized something embarrassing.

She can't get up.

He was still fully conscious, but he couldn't muster any strength in his limbs.

"..."

"..."

"Mr. Ian, please let me try a little longer!"

Artoria, sensing Ian's gaze, continued to try—but the result was predictable.

Seeing her like this, Ian hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked up the blonde girl.

“Mr. Ian, this is…”

"Do not be afraid."

Ian looked at the petite girl in his arms.

"If you have the courage to come here, I naturally have the courage to send you back."

Upon hearing this, Artoria said nothing more.

She nestled in his arms and nodded.

Under the moonlight-lit corridor, the two walked silently along the path, which was neither long nor a fleeting moment.

Click——

Artoria's room door opened.

Ian saw that the decorations were almost exactly the same as before she arrived.

He suddenly realized that for a girl of Artoria's age, staying at the royal court alone would actually put her under considerable pressure.