The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

She rode on her husband like a knight, using her fingers to care for every scar on his cheek, as if recording some unforgettable past.

"Of course I know this."

"so--"

"Knight, there is absolutely no way I could ruin Altria's wedding—at least not openly."

"Ok?"

This time it was Ian's turn to be confused.

Since it wasn't an act of sabotage towards Altria and Guinevere, could it really be a blessing?

wrong.

The man looked at the smile on Morgan's face and became more serious.

This expression on her face definitely wasn't the kind she would show before sending a blessing.

So……

It must be a curse on his sister Altria or something else.

But what would that be...

Ian fell into deep thought.

Morgan noticed the man's reaction and asked directly almost immediately:

"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so nervous? Are you unhappy when I say this?"

"No." Ian quickly denied this statement.

"My Lady Princess, I am certainly delighted that you are willing to take action."

"But... I still hope that before you act, you can carefully consider the consequences of this behavior. I don't want to see you get into trouble just to achieve your goals."

"I'd... feel bad about that."

"..."

Morgan was stunned at first when he heard Ian's words, but then he smiled.

But this time, the smile was obviously warmer than before - although not that much warmer.

"Knight, are you concerned about me?"

"……Um."

"Then you can rest assured." Morgan's fingers gently gestured on Ian's cheek, as if he was carving the mark of some kind.

"Have I done anything in all this time that would bring disaster upon myself?"

"..."

"No," Ian replied.

This wasn't a man complimenting his wife, but Morgan's actions were indeed so cautious that they were a little chilling.

And on this basis, she will organize many unknown actions.

And all of this is sometimes even hidden from Ian.

Hmm...hiding it.

When he thought of this word, the man couldn't help but feel a little colder like a rainy night in his heart.

It feels like walking alone in endless darkness, with no end in sight and only increasing sadness.

But Morgan didn't notice this, or perhaps she didn't really want to focus on it.

"You just understand."

"And now——"

The proud princess grasped the hem of her skirt and struck a seductive pose.

"My most loyal knight, please offer me your pleasure."

"..."

[Under normal circumstances, after hearing what Morgan said, you would definitely be very willing to accept this kind of thing.]

[After all, Morgan's body is indeed very attractive. ]

[At the same time, her research on this kind of thing is far beyond your imagination.]

She knows how to keep you awake at night with just a few simple gestures, turning you into a fountain of love flowing out of her eyes.

【but--】

You don’t feel that way right now.

[It's not that you're fickle, or that you've experienced Morgan's body too many times.]

You simply resist this kind of thing.

【Yes. 】

[Because you will remember what happened to you before this, and then realize that the woman in front of you is just using you.]

[Whether it's action, killing enemies, or even lovemaking in bed.]

[All of this is very likely to be false.]

[In this situation, what normal man can show his mighty side? ]

"..."

Looking at Morgan, whose eyes seemed to be emitting the fire of desire, Ian could not feel any throbbing in his heart at all.

This is a completely different reaction from usual days.

The man showed it, and Morgan could naturally notice it.

She quickly asked:

"Knight, what's that expression on your face?"

"Why do you look so reluctant?"

"..."

Realizing that he still couldn't anger Morgan too much, Ian quickly responded to the other's questions.

"Princess."

"I'm a little tired today. If possible, could you postpone this matter to tomorrow? Or tonight in the early hours of the morning would be fine."

It was a very tactful rejection, but at the same time it didn't even kill all of Morgan's hopes.

Ian felt that his answer was relatively reasonable - he thought his princess would be relatively willing to listen to him.

however……

Just like Ian had no idea how much Morgan had done behind the scenes.

He actually didn't understand Morgan's character as well as he thought - or rather, he didn't understand this woman's obsession with the word "obedience".

"what do you mean?"

One of Morgan's hands stopped at Ian's neck, touching the man's skin there like a claw.

"Are you going to reject me?"

"Is it because you've been with Altria for too long that you're tired of seeing me?"

"Is that so... Perhaps, in private, you, like those people in the royal court, have secretly cursed me?"

"Heh...heh...heh..."

"This……"

Looking at Morgan who suddenly became self-pitying, Ian felt an unprecedented flow of magic.

This is what Morgan does when he loses control.

She appeared in the lake in some capacity, possessing extremely powerful magical abilities, so it seemed possible to mobilize the magic power of the entire British Isles.

If this continues...

No!

Absolutely not.

Ian quickly spoke to comfort his princess.

"Princess, that's not the case—it's not what you imagine."

"Then why don't you show your loyalty to me?"

Morgan's body leaned downward, like a dragon lying dormant on the earth.

"Isn't it because you have someone else you want to pledge your loyalty to?"

"Right? Right! Right?!!"

"..."

This is the moment when you absolutely cannot retreat.

Although Morgan seems to be losing control, you know that you are the one who can handle everything right now.

[“I’ll definitely be able to comfort her.”]

You secretly made this decision in your heart.

【It was possible then, and it is definitely possible now. 】

"How could that happen?"

Ian met Morgan's gaze, which seemed to be able to devour a person, and gave his best efforts to give a warm smile.

"Princess, how could you say such a thing? It truly breaks my heart."

"..."

Ian's words of taking a step back made Morgan calm down a little.

But it was only a few words. The aloof princess soon spoke again:

"Then knight, why don't you do as I say?"

"Just come in and move around a bit—is this something extremely difficult for you to accomplish?"

"Or has someone cast a curse-like spell on you, preventing you from doing so?"

"..."

Seeing Morgan's tone gradually change from roaring to anxious, Ian quickly realized that his actions just now had a good effect.

At least deep down in her heart, she was sure that she would not betray because of Altria.

Knowing that every second of silence would increase the possibility of Morgan returning to his previous state, Ian didn't think too much and quickly spoke again:

"Princess."

“It’s certainly not something that’s difficult for me to accomplish.”

"And thanks to you, I don't think anyone in Camelot would dare to cast a curse on me. After all, if you found out, it would definitely lead to my own death, wouldn't it?"

"Then how did you..."

Morgan frowned slightly, then stared at the man under him, his eyes full of the intention to devour his prey.

"Because I'm really tired," Ian replied.

What he said was indeed not a lie.

After all, ever since the crusade against Vortigern ended, the man has been encountering all sorts of things.

Like the nightingale Guinevere, and also like Aguiwen who is monitoring him.

even……

It also includes a wedding that might have been planned on a whim by Altria.

Any one of these is enough to make people feel troubled, confused, and finally fall into endless torture.