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

You are fortunate that King Uther was wise enough not to be fooled by his daughter's tricks.

But your loyalty still belongs to Morgan.

"No, His Majesty transferred the Princess for other reasons!" Ian retorted. "It's definitely not as you say!"

"What reason could my brother possibly have to transfer a general who has achieved such a feat from the front lines?" Vortigern bluntly pointed out the problem.

"Is he worried about his daughter's safety?"

"But if that were the case, we wouldn't have let her go to the battlefield in the first place."

"..."

Ian was silent.

In fact, he had already sensed everything that Vortigern had said.

but--

That's Morgan.

One who swears allegiance to another.

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You drew the sword Morgan had given you and thrust it at Vortigern.

[As a former knight of Britain, now a henchman of the White Dragon, your attacks are fierce and swift.]

[The talent "Combat Continuation++" has been replaced with "Desperate Will++": You have begun your mission to assassinate Vortigern. You have a premonition that you will die here, but until then, your attention will be completely focused on assassinating Vortigern.]

But just like when you first met Vortigern, as a lowly king, he possesses unimaginable intuition, and your attacks are unlikely to be effective against him.

[You broke through the tent flaps and entered the center of the camp, attracting a large number of soldiers.]

[Talent Proxy++ activated.]

The dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and everyone except Vortigern mistook you for Morgan because of the sword in your hand; no one questioned it.

[Vortigern's strength far surpasses yours. While dodging your attacks, he is also constantly counterattacking, and your wounds are steadily increasing.]

[The talent, "Fight to the Death," is activated.]

The pain of the wound actually brought you to your senses; you realized how dangerous King Vortigern was, and how he might become a stumbling block to Morgan's future.

So even if you were to die here today, you were determined to do as much as possible for her.

Your body began to perform at a level far exceeding its usual capacity, which deterred the soldiers who wanted to come to your aid.

Vortigern had only witnessed your strong will to live, but never your resolute courage to face death.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, you finally managed to leave a scar on his face.

[But that's all. Vortigern quickly realized what was happening, and you were swiftly knocked to the ground.]

"Stop."

Vortigern stopped all the soldiers who tried to approach.

"All of you, get out of my way."

No one dared to disobey the White Dragon King.

In the dim night, Vortigern bent down, looked at Ian lying in a pool of blood, and sighed deeply.

“Young man, no, I should call you Ian.”

“Do you know? Even if you enter the tent without your sword just once, you will realize that it is a trap I have set for you—I never rest there.”

"But I didn't get to see you like that, and you didn't realize it was my trap."

“You know what? I think we should have been a better ruler and his minister if we had the chance.”

puff--

Ian spat a mouthful of blood onto Vortigern's face.

"That's absolutely impossible! I will only swear allegiance to Her Highness the Princess!"

"Kill me, Vortigern!"

"..."

Vortigern was not angered by Ian's unreasonable behavior.

On the contrary, he became increasingly regretful.

Vortigern wiped the blood from the wounds on his face.

“Ian, your loyalty impresses me, but your stubbornness makes me think you’re just as foolish.”

"I won't kill you."

"Because your actions will bring you consequences more painful than death."

"Withdraw from here!" Vortigern waved his hand. "We will open a new battlefield and overthrow Britain!"

"Oooo!"

Vortigern did not deliver the final, fatal blow.

He left with his troops.

You silently pondered his words amidst the pool of blood, yet you couldn't agree with a single word he said.

For you, Morgan is your entire soul.

Your consciousness fades, and Morgan's figure reappears before you.

You closed your eyes, preparing to leave this world with only the lingering image before you.

[And just then, you heard a familiar voice.]

That was the sound of British horns—they had arrived.

11. Let the secret sink into silence.

The British army has arrived here.

They had planned to launch a surprise attack on King Vortigern under the moonlight, but in the end, they only found you lying in a pool of blood.

You realize that Vortigern's grasp of the battlefield far exceeded your expectations.

But it's all meaningless now. This isn't something a dying man like you should be thinking about. You only regret not fulfilling your responsibilities to Morgan.

[Your innate will to die++ has been lost: Your assassination attempt on Vortigern ended in failure, and your will to live is beginning to weaken.]

Someone recognized you.

"Isn't this the White Dragon King's henchman?! How did he end up here?!"

"That doesn't matter! This guy killed so many of our knights, he deserves this fate!"

"Let's kill him now!"

"No! Although killing him would be satisfying, someone of his status should be interrogated later!"

Opinions were clearly divided into two camps at this point.

One faction advocated killing, while the other advocated arresting.

Regardless of which side they were on, their words revealed their hatred for Ian.

Ian felt a mix of emotions as he listened to his former colleagues arguing about how to deal with him.

According to the contract, having failed to fulfill Morgan's request, he had no right to go back to see her and should have died here.

but--

I really want to see her again.

Even just a glance would be enough.

Lying in a pool of blood, Ian closed his eyes in despair—he began to hate his own weakness.

After a heated discussion, you were ultimately spared from being killed on the spot—the knights unanimously agreed that once you were taken back, there were a thousand ways to torture you.

[Your talent, fought to the death, is gone: Your assassination attempt is over. To spare you such an easy death, the knights of Britain have provided you with the bare minimum of medical assistance.]

[The Talented Agent++ is lost: The longsword bestowed upon you by Morgan has been confiscated by the knights, making it impossible for you to be mistaken for Morgan. Someone then recognized it as a British-style longsword and presented it to the knights.]

You are bound in heavy shackles by the knights, and every day people throw stones at you to express their contempt.

They want to know why you were lying in a pool of blood that night.

"say!"

A knight grabbed Ian roughly by the neck—not all knights are courteous, and occasionally there are those like this.

Moreover, in their eyes, Ian could already be considered the knights' enemy.

His hands already bear the weight of many lives.

"What happened!"

Faced with the knight's roar, Ian, still in shackles, simply stared at him silently.

With just that one glance, the roaring knight's hand trembled slightly—he was a little scared.

The person before them was none other than the most skilled and valiant warrior under King Vortigern.

If I hadn't fallen into a pool of blood that day, we probably wouldn't be looking at each other like this now.

Even a wild beast trapped in a cage still possesses sharp claws and teeth.

However, at that moment, the knight overheard Ian speaking casually.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Just... don't ask me these kinds of questions anymore. You can't get the answers from me."

Despite being his enemy, the knight felt a long-lost sense of friendliness.

He always felt that he and the man in front of him should perhaps have been on the same side.

You decide to keep everything a secret for Morgan, vowing never to let anyone know that this is a carefully orchestrated scheme by Morgan to impress King Uther.