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"Princess, here, this is your portion."

Ian handed the grilled fish to Morgan in front of him respectfully.

After taking the grilled fish, the latter asked in surprise: "Ian, you can do this?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "My Lady Princess, I come from a humble background, so I naturally know how to deal with the fish I catch."

"But--"

Morgan looked at the fish in his hand that was forked by a branch, and then looked at the fish in Ian's hand that was cooked in the same way.

"Why... is your portion so small?"

Just as Morgan lamented, although they were both grilled fish, the one in his hand was much bigger than the one in Ian's.

Facing Morgan's question, Ian just smiled and replied:

"My Lady Princess, you are the future king of Britain."

"Everything on this land belongs to you, and I just brought it to you according to your needs. How can you be so ignorant as to take it?"

"I am extremely lucky that you allow me to do this."

"Ian..." Morgan held the grilled fish, curled up his legs, looked at the campfire in front of him, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Do you really believe that I can become the King of Britain?"

"My Lady Princess, it's not belief, it's affirmation."

Ian helped Morgan drive away the flying insects that gathered around the bonfire.

"You are the future owner of Britain and the king recognized by this country. All knights will feel honored by your presence."

"But you are the only one who said such words to me..."

The bonfire cast a sea of ​​red in Morgan's eyes, tinting her eye sockets with a hint of white.

She seemed a little tired.

“There will always be someone who is the first, and they will never be the last.”

Ian expressed his understanding in this way, with light in his eyes, as if he was describing the future that had already become a reality.

"I am just lucky that you, the princess, have chosen me as the first one. My death will earn you more loyalty."

"But those are all—"

Morgan turned his head to look at Ian standing beside him, and saw a face that still showed absolute trust in him, but it was already covered with scars left by stones.

Morgan realized that this seemed to be the first time he noticed all this - Ian really believed in himself with his life, and thus endured countless insults and misunderstandings.

Everything she wanted to say was swallowed back.

Instead, there is a command:

"When you keep watch for me tonight, come sit a little closer to the fire. No one will know."

"As you command, Princess."

[The British army's front line was not stretched too far.]

[Your journey with Morgan also quickly came to an end.]

[She brought you before King Uther as proof of your military achievements.]

[Morgan said he would execute you in front of all the knights, so as to boost the morale of the British army.]

[You thought that this would make King Uther realize the importance of Morgan, but you didn't expect him to set his sights on you.]

【He wants to talk to you alone. 】

14. King and Father

[Morgan didn't expect King Uther would want to talk to you alone.]

[She tried to explain your danger to King Uther to prevent this from happening.]

【But King Uther only needed a look to make Morgan realize that he should keep silent.】

[The king is the king, and the king's orders cannot be refuted in the slightest.]

【Morgan bows to King Uther and says goodbye.】

[At the last moment before leaving, she gave you a meaningful look.]

【And you glanced back at her. 】

[When your eyes met, you conveyed to Morgan your promise that you would never say anything more.]

[This made her feel a little relieved.]

Morgan left.

Silence spread throughout the entire tent.

King Uther, who was sitting on a high seat, waved his hand gently, and then the knights heard an unbelievable order.

"You guys can leave too."

"I want to talk to him alone."

No knight dared to say anything more - after all, even Morgan's words could not have any effect on King Uther.

Soon, the originally trial-like atmosphere quickly turned into a private meeting between Ian and King Uther.

To be fair.

Ian didn't think this was a rational choice - after all, if he was really Vortigern's minion, this kind of private meeting would be a godsend.

It is not necessary to kill the king, even serious injury is enough to change the course of the entire British war.

Is the old king beginning to become incompetent?

But King Uther's next words were beyond Ian's expectations.

He just stood up from his high seat and walked towards Ian step by step.

Like his brother Vortigern, King Uther was old.

His movements were not as agile as one might imagine, but he still revealed the calmness of a king.

He walked up to Ian and drew his blade.

The silver light shone on the British-style long sword, silently telling us that the king was extremely powerful.

Ian closed his eyes, ready to accept anything that might happen to him, but unexpectedly he heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Almost immediately, Ian felt his hands and neck relax again.

He opened his eyes and found that King Uther had broken the shackles on him.

The old king retracted the sword, and his weathered eyes stared at the enemy in front of him, known as the White Dragon's minions.

"Long time no see, Ian."

【You realize that your identity has been exposed. 】

[But you also realize that you have never revealed your identity and intentions. This is also the first time you have met this wise king after many years.]

[Countless doubts arise in your mind, and all the doubts point to one question: How did he know? ]

[King Uther seems to be able to see into people's hearts. He sees your doubts.]

"I remember every knight who has ever borne the sword for Britain."

King Uther sheathed his sword.

"Ian, the knight my orphan daughter personally promoted, disappeared many years ago."

"I don't know what happened, but your swordsmanship is exactly the same as his."

Realizing that this would definitely implicate Morgan, Ian immediately spoke up:

"Don't compare me to a knight like that."

"I am the sharp blade of the White Dragon King. I will destroy all of Britain! Kill me, King Uther, or you will regret this momentary mercy!"

"In that case——"

King Uther looked at Ian, who was eager to distance himself from Morgan. His eyes, which had seen the passage of time, still had enough courage.

There was a clang.

King Uther threw the sword in his hand in front of Ian.

"Then prove your point."

[You look at the sword on the ground, your hands shaking.]

[You picked it up and walked towards King Uther step by step.]

[But King Uther was not afraid at all. Your advance did not make him retreat even a single step. He had absolute confidence in his own judgment.]

You realize that King Uther, like Vortigern, is a king who has lived through the ages.

[You raise the blade in your hand.]

[But the target you stabbed was not King Uther, but yourself! ]

Ian decided to commit suicide.

Since his identity has been exposed on both sides, he should use his death to wipe out all traces before anything worse happens.

Britain can have one more disloyal and unrighteous knight, but it cannot have a despised princess!

There was a clang.

King Uther knocked Ian's sword away with his bare hands.

The sword was merciless, and blood flowed from his hands and dripped onto the ground - it was a scene that made anyone feel painful just by looking at it.

But King Uther seemed not to care at all.

He clenched his fist, keeping every drop of the royal blood in his hand.

"I'm right, you are Ian."

At this point, Ian couldn't deny it anymore.

He nodded and took all the blame on himself.

"King, I thought of everything. The Queen doesn't know all of this."

"So if there is any punishment, please let me bear it alone. Princess... is innocent."

[After hearing your words, King Uther turned his back without saying a word and remained silent for a long time.]

[Looking at his back, you actually felt a little lonely and regretful. ]

【You vaguely feel that you are about to learn a very important secret. 】

"Ian." King Uther's voice came.

"Answer me, what do you think are my chances of winning this war?"

"You will surely win, King."

"But if I told you that I was doomed to fail in this war, how would you feel?"

"..."

During Ian's silence, King Uther turned around.

"No need to remain silent. I already knew about this when I went to war. But for the sake of the people of Britain, I will still fight to the last moment."

"Then King, let the princess come..."

Ian was still trying his best to tell King Uther about Morgan's importance.

But King Uther simply replied: "Ian, Morgan is my daughter. If I can pass the throne to her, why wouldn't I want to?"

"However, she is too far away from what the king needs. I cannot entrust the task of Britain's revival to her."

"But King, you clearly allowed her to go to the front line." Ian still didn't want to give up.

"You're right."