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

What exactly is your relationship with King Arthur?

"..."

Ultimately, they were unable to avoid Gawain's question.

But Ian wasn't nervous—he had expected this to happen.

“My child, although there are indeed many rumors circulating outside.”

"But I assure you, everything I've done is for your mother."

"This may cause many misunderstandings that are difficult to understand, but please believe in this point."

"..."

The doubt in Gao Wen's eyes gradually transformed into a clearer trust.

"I see."

"I understand." He nodded.

"Father's love for Mother is unbreakable!"

"I will have no more doubts."

"Gawain, it's great that you understand what I mean."

You've dispelled all of Gawain's concerns.

He began to firmly believe that you and King Arthur were absolutely innocent.

He projected a positive image of you within the Knights, and the lively and energetic Gareth further amplified that influence.

Knowing everything Gawain did, your feelings are incredibly complex.

However, you also understand that you don't have time to worry about these things.

What you need to do is continue to corrupt Artoria.

You must make her fully accept this shame, turning her into a puppet you can control at will.

During the day, you lead the knights forward together with her; she is your absolute sovereign.

At night, she lies prostrate before you, her trembling body accepting every humiliation you inflict upon her.

Her back garden is always filled with traces of your presence.

Logically speaking, this should be a natural process of corruption.

But you soon realize that something seems amiss.

Artoria has her own plans.

Whoosh whoosh.

Ian stopped his blasphemy against Artoria.

The girl's back garden was now filled with the shameful traces of defeat.

The other party's trembling body was the best proof of surrender.

But Ian always felt that there were subtle changes in these experiences.

Before he could figure it out.

At this moment of defeat, Artoria looked back at herself.

With a hint of shyness, she spoke cautiously:

"Mr. Ian, do you... sense anything different?"

"..."

Ian didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

Seeing the man's expression, Artoria shyly continued to explain.

"It's okay if you don't feel it."

"Perhaps it's because I haven't figured out the tricks of the trade yet."

Ian had a bad feeling about this.

"what do you mean?"

"that is--"

Artoria turned around and looked at the Sword of Victory before her.

“Mr. Ian, that’s not where the contract should really continue.”

"So I was thinking, perhaps we could use some means to give you a more authentic feeling, Mr. Ian."

"But now it seems—"

Artoria smiled sheepishly.

"It seems like we failed."

Ian paused for a moment.

He finally understood why he always felt that his experiences were different each time.

This is the result of Artoria's hard work.

Even though it wasn't a place she was supposed to intrude into, she still hoped she could provide an experience that was at least slightly better.

Speaking of which——

It seems that even the wine she used for the occasion was prepared in advance by her.

The girl's passionate feelings were thus revealed to her beloved in the most straightforward way.

It cannot be ignored at all.

Ian gently stroked the girl's fair skin and went into the back garden once again.

“You didn’t fail.”

"I've definitely had a great experience, and now I just can't stop."

"Mr. Ian..."

"Shh-"

Ian grabbed the girl's hands.

"Everyone is resting."

Let's be quiet.

"I know, I know!"

The sound of the Red River rippled through the knights' camp at night.

The girl who offered herself to the bastard secretly savored the humiliating fruit.

You're spending more and more time fighting alongside Artoria.

[Those of you who have shared a physical bond possess an unimaginable understanding.]

The Excalibur and the Cyclic Victory thus played a role on the battlefield far beyond what was imagined.

This ensured that, day and night, there would always be a knight with his sword raised high before Camelot's army.

You have won five consecutive battles, making the name of King Arthur resound throughout the land of Britain.

This level of achievement has further enhanced your image in the eyes of the knights.

[The Princess's Magic has been replaced with Shadow of the Knight King.]

You are widely recognized as Artoria's most powerful knight, and battles commanded by you often create the illusion for both sides that King Arthur is present on the battlefield.

The knights no longer respect you because of your status as King Lothar; instead, they respect you for your illustrious military exploits.

Your close relationship with King Arthur was interpreted by them as a connection between the real person and their shadow.

This reputation not only spread among the marching knights, but also reached back into the capital.

The people cheered with joy.

However, not everyone is happy about this.

On the city wall.

Morgan looked at the wheat field that had spread to the horizon, his eyes filled with resentment.

This was not Merlin's creation, but rather a miraculous sight born from a magical seed she researched in her loneliness after Ian's departure.

"Mother."

Agravan, expressionless, approached Morgan.

"May I ask why you summoned me here...?"

Hearing the sound, Morgan turned around and handed him a dagger.

“You know, Agravivan.”

“I made you learn assassin skills for so long not just so you could stay in Camelot and live out your life in silence.”

"You have things you need to do."

"..."

Agravan took the dagger, his face still expressionless, as if he had known this day would come all along.

"I understand."

"Mother, I'm leaving now."

78. The Princess's Curse Will Pierce the Wrong Body (4,000-word chapter)

You and Artoria are still writing your own legend.

The Excalibur Galatine and Excalibur, each blessed by the sun and moon, display their majesty as holy swords on the land of Britain.