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

"Then you should arrange for someone to change our bed sheets, then burn them, bury the ashes in a cemetery, and weigh them down with the heaviest stones."

"I don't want to see it at all."

“Understood, Your Highness.” Ian nodded. “However, it seems that all of this cannot be done tonight.”

"Then tomorrow."

“And—” Morgan continued.

"Even if it can only be done tomorrow, we can't rest here tonight."

"Your Highness, where should we rest?"

"Foolish knight."

Morgan wrapped his arms around Ian's neck and whispered in his ear:

"You don't really think I'm not going to check you tonight, do you?"

You and Morgan had a bloody night.

[Blessing of the Lake + Activated: The arrogant princess has completely underestimated your physical strength. She alone has no chance of defeating you.]

You achieved an absolute victory, which also indirectly proved yourself.

However, Morgan still won't reason with you.

Even though you were the winner, she fell asleep first, as the loser.

She used you as a chair and fell asleep nestled in your arms.

[But you're not angry at all—that's just Morgan's usual petty temper.]

[What's more, even naked, she still captivates you.]

This was your original purpose.

This matter is barely over.

Camelot also entered a new phase of development during its preparation period.

Merlin fulfilled his promise—he replaced the black wheat ears left after the Age of Gods had faded with better magical seeds.

Morgan, also a magician, though unwilling, accepted it all.

Of course, she was also secretly plotting something.

“Mother, the teacher you have found is excellent.”

Agguwin reported his progress to Morgan.

“I have personally killed him using the assassin skills he taught me.”

“Very good.” Morgan nodded with a smile.

“Wait for my command, Agravivan.”

"remember--"

"Don't tell your father about these things; he already carries too much on his shoulders."

"understood."

After answering Morgan, Agricole left the royal court.

He was a man of few words, but as he looked at the outskirts of Camelot, which had temporarily regained its vitality, his expression was somewhat complicated.

Time continues to flow.

You haven't forgotten the pressure Artoria carried.

You sent people to search for the village where Artoria used to live, and they found her adoptive father, Hector, and her brother, Kai.

You invited them to settle in Camelot.

Hector declined the invitation citing health reasons, but you know he simply didn't want to trouble Artoria.

Kai accepted it very readily.

After a long journey, he arrived in Camelot.

You received him at the city gate.

"Kai, it's been a long time."

"Yes, it's been a long time, Ian."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kai slapped his mouth.

"Look at my memory."

"You should be called King Lotte."

“It’s alright.” Ian gave a fake smile. “Given your status, it’s really not a problem for you to call me Ian.”

Artoria is the future queen.

Then Kai will be the future king's elder brother.

Compared to Ian's current status as a prince, it's really hard to say who is superior.

of course.

These are just polite words.

After all, Kay did nothing, while Ian was a prince who made significant contributions.

If he were to actually make a comparison, he would only be humiliating himself.

Kai knew this, so he didn't push his luck.

"I understand. Where is Artorias?"

"Where is he?"

Ian smiled calmly.

"She'll be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Artoria appeared not far behind Ian.

Kai was somewhat moved.

After all, I had tried to dissuade her when I heard she was going to draw her sword that day.

Surprisingly, she actually succeeded.

It's been months since I last saw him—I hope he's doing well?

Artoria walked towards Kai step by step.

A long-awaited reunion is about to take place at the city gate.

but--

Is it really?

Artoria did indeed come over.

However, the scene that Kai had envisioned—the siblings' overwhelming excitement after not seeing each other for so long—did not happen.

Artoria, dressed in a neutral style, grabbed Ian's hand and said:

“Brother, I’m so glad you could come to Camelot.”

"However, I still have some things to discuss with Mr. Ian."

So, in that case—

Artoria looked at Kai in front of her, without much reaction.

"Brother, you should stay at an inn in the city for now. I'll make arrangements later."

"Of course, there's no need to worry about the cost."

"Well, that's probably it."

Artoria rarely shows any emotion in front of anyone other than Ian.

Before Kai could answer, she had already pulled Ian away.

Kai was left standing there awkwardly.

The guards were also dumbfounded.

"Mr. Kai, now..."

"What! Didn't you hear what he said?!"

Kai said through gritted teeth.

"Arrange the best hotel for me! Don't hold back at all!"

"Okay, okay!"

68. The Ambition of a Young Girl's Knights (4,000-word chapter)

[You were led by Artoria, hand in hand, all the way back to the royal court.]

People on the street kept giving you surprised looks.

Of course, you know they don't know Artoria's true identity.

In their eyes, you and Artoria look more like a young boy clinging to Camelot's prince.

You were led by Artoria to her door.

She stopped and turned to look at you.

"Mr. Ian, could you please close your eyes for a moment?"

Although Artoria deliberately changed into clothes that emphasized her masculine features.

But once you think about the purest body beneath those clothes, it's hard to notice the heroic spirit that was originally meant to be emphasized; all that's left is the girl's shyness.

Ian nodded.