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

"Yes."

With the Knight King issuing this order, the gates opened once again.

This time, a young man entered.

He had silver hair and light green eyes, and stood tall and straight, looking very energetic.

"King Arthur, and all of you, it is an honor to meet you."

The young man greeted him very politely.

"I am Bedivere. I have come here because I admire the reputation of the King of Knights. I hope to become his disciple and serve Camelot."

Bedwell certainly made a good first impression.

Both you and Artoria could sense the qualities a knight should possess in him.

As the King of Knights, Artoria and he discussed a wide range of topics—including, but not limited to, military affairs and agriculture.

This is a highly comprehensive assessment, not something an ordinary person can handle.

You know this is not the time for you to speak.

You've decided to wait for now.

But Morgan, standing to the side, seemed unwilling to let you sit idle like that.

“Ian, this is indeed a long and boring process.”

Morgan maintained a composed demeanor while speaking calmly to Ian beside him.

"Do you think so too?"

“Boring repetition is also a rule that knights must follow,” Ian explained. “Your Highness, perhaps you can leave early, and I will explain to her on your behalf.”

"Oh--?"

Morgan gave a displeased smile.

"Ian, do you want me to leave quickly so I can be alone with that woman later?"

"..."

“Your Highness, I didn’t mean that. I just didn’t want to see you feeling uncomfortable because of boredom.”

"Yes, I really don't want to waste my time on boring things."

"so--"

Morgan slipped one hand under the cloth.

These are red tablecloths specially cut for round tables. They are much larger than the round table itself, and the excess part hangs down from the edge, almost touching the ground.

Salad, salad.

The fabric along the edge of the table swayed gently, like a snake winding through grass.

Suddenly.

Ian shuddered.

He glanced down at the ground.

"Your Highness, what is this...?"

"Shh-"

Morgan smiled and made a gesture in front of his lips with his other hand.

"Isn't this much more interesting?"

"Or is it that you are unwilling to provide me with pleasure in this way?"

"..."

"I understand."

Morgan today is no longer the princess she was when they first met.

Just as Ian knew perfectly well how the spear should serve his princess, Morgan also knew exactly where his knight's weaknesses lay.

She's a master at handling Ian's weapons.

Moreover, this is under such unilateral coercion.

"Vulnerable, Ian."

Morgan's hand pressed lightly on something in the shadows.

"What do you think would happen if I defeated you here?"

"Your Highness, I believe you would not do such a thing."

"That's not necessarily true."

Morgan looked at Artoria, who was still talking in the distance, and Bedivere in front of her.

"Don't you think it would be quite interesting to make a complete mess of this so-called roundtable meeting?"

"..."

“Ian, it seems you don’t think so.”

“No.” Ian shook his head. “Your Highness, I just think you might be saying such things because you’re angry right now.”

"I'm thinking about whether there's another possibility to solve this problem."

"Yes, it does exist."

Morgan rested his chin on one hand, while his other hand, hidden in the shadows, pressed something against the chair and began to knead it back and forth.

"It all depends on whether you can discover it."

You know this is Morgan's hint.

The fact that she said that indicates that this possibility is definitely achievable, and will be realized in the simplest way possible.

So—the answer is obvious.

The curtain of the round table once again slipped into the winding snake.

This time, it was Morgan's turn to tremble.

"Knight, it seems you're quite clever."

"Your Highness's hint is reasonable."

"only--"

Ian looked at Artoria, who was nodding frequently in the distance.

"I think it would be better to do this after we get back to your dorm room?"

"Do not."

Morgan refuted Ian's claim.

"That's exactly what I want to do."

“Ian, you are my knight, and you will not escape.”

"Your Highness, I understand."

Morgan ultimately spared Ian, allowing him to fulfill his duty as a knight.

However, she herself behaved in a rather inappropriate manner.

Right in front of Bedivere and Artoria, who were still talking, Ian's arousal led her to kiss the knight without a second thought.

No one knows whether she did it on purpose or unintentionally.

Bedivere witnessed this scene and, somewhat bewildered, asked:

"Knight King, over there..."

Artoria said without turning her head.

"It's okay, just keep talking."

"I'm very interested in your ideas."

"Oh……"

Although Bedwell always felt something was off.

But since the Knight King has said so, it seems I shouldn't bother with it.

The meeting ended in a very delicate and awkward atmosphere.

Artoria was very pleased with Bedivere's desire to join the Knights of the Round Table.

"As expected of someone recommended by Minister Gao Wenqing and Minister Gahoris, he is indeed an exceptionally outstanding knight."

"I grant you permission to become a member of the Knights of the Round Table."

Bedwell was also very satisfied with the result.

After thanking her, he left as arranged by Artoria.

She then turned her gaze to you.

"Do you have any complaints about the roundtable meeting?"

Artoria looked at Ian and Morgan in front of her.

"If you have any suggestions, please let me know, and I will consider whether it is worth making changes based on your suggestions."

"But protesting like that is absolutely pointless."

"No, there isn't."

Morgan wore a smile that was typical of royalty.

"I was wrong just now."

As she said this, she took Ian's hand.

"He loves me so much that I can't help but respond to his passionate love."