The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[And I don’t know if it’s your illusion or if it’s actually the case.]

You can always feel that Morgan is "seducing" you intentionally or unintentionally - she seems to want you to experience the same kind of pleasure that she felt when she first ejaculated.

"call--"

Ian exhaled a breath of hot air gently from his mouth.

This seems to be the third or fourth time...

The whole process was done without any hesitation. As soon as the last time was completed, I moved directly to the next one.

She is...

Completely grasp your own interests.

"Ok?"

"Why are you just breathing out and not talking anymore?"

Morgan intentionally or unintentionally pressed herself against the man, seducing her husband with a bit of charm and the most mature words.

"Could it be that this is the limit of yours?"

"In that case...I'm a little disappointed."

This was an undisguised provocation, and there was even a hint of a trap in the words.

but--

Faced with this unconcealed "big pit" right in front of him, Ian jumped in without hesitation.

"Since the princess has said so—"

"I can't show mercy."

"Otherwise... I'll probably be disliked by the princess, right?"

"Heh." Morgan's fingers gently stroked the man's hand on her waist. "It's good that you know."

The night was deeper.

But the clarity of the moonlight has not diminished at all, and there is even a faint and more tempting smell.

By the windowsill, the princess, wearing a white moon-like veil, lay in the arms of her knight, her cheeks slightly flushed, as if she had drunk the best wine in Camelot.

"You don't look that weak."

Morgan's fingertips gently circled the man's chest, as if carving some kind of love spell.

"Knight, well done."

"..."

"What do you mean by your silence?" Morgan asked somewhat dissatisfiedly, "Does my praise mean nothing to you?"

"That's not what I meant."

Ian hugged Morgan tighter, then took her hand and gently stroked a slightly raised bone in his own hand, with a hint of smile in his tone.

"I just feel that, Princess, you haven't praised me or it for a while."

"Hearing this kind of praise again today, I'm a little excited."

Looking at her finger being pulled by the man, Morgan's expression gradually became subtle.

"So what you want to say is that you still don't like it, right?"

"Of course not." Ian shook his head. "If I didn't like it, I wouldn't have mentioned it so many times in front of you, Your Highness, right?"

"Too."

"but……"

Morgan pressed his fingers lightly on the raised part, and after realizing that it was a manifestation of time, he spoke again.

"Don't you think that I'm being a little too indulgent?"

"Yes, of course."

Morgan's eyes dimmed slightly when he heard Ian's words.

But before long, her eyes regained their luster.

Because the man quickly continued:

"But I know that indulgence is a gift from the princess to me—so even though I know it's indulgence, I don't think there's anything wrong with it at all."

"Ah."

"You're really good at talking."

Morgan loosened his grip, allowing the knight's loyalty to once again rise before him.

"Then perform well once more."

This isn't a surprising answer.

[After all, you've been with Morgan for so many years, you already know what kind of person she is.]

[The extent to which she cares about this can only be described as that of a jackal, a tiger or a leopard.]

【But you haven't forgotten what you have to do. 】

[That is to get something from Morgan for Altria to do for both of her "wives" during their marriage.]

"Princess."

Ian exhaled another breath of hot air.

"Speaking of which—do you remember something?"

"what's up?"

Morgan looked at Ian above him, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"that is--"

"Back then, how did you raise Gawain and the others? I remember you said...that I didn't need to worry too much about this kind of thing."

"..."

Almost instantly, Morgan's expression changed the moment he heard Ian's words.

"Why do you ask?"

"..."

Morgan's attitude made Ian a little nervous.

But he knew that now was not the time to worry about such things.

The man adjusted his breathing slightly to calm down.

"Because I want to know more about all this—"

Ian looked Morgan straight in the eyes.

"My Lady Princess, we will live in Camelot forever, won't we?"

"you……"

Morgan's eyes flashed with joy, but she quickly hid it behind her eyes.

"Do you really want to know all this?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

"Although the princess may not admit all this, no matter what, Gawain and the others are very important to me."

"..."

"I see."

[For the next period of time, Morgan rarely stopped demanding your body.]

[Instead, it was her own account.]

From what she said, you realized that she didn't immediately see you and your children as tools to seize Camelot.

She had held a certain degree of hope for each of them.

She had once dreamed of taking over the throne from Altria in the most legitimate way, and therefore she devoted herself to each child's perspective.

[But fate always likes to play some not-so-funny jokes on this proud princess in matters like this.]

[Morgan always placed his hopes on a child, and that child would eventually become Altria's most loyal Knight of the Round Table.]

[This is true of Gaheris and Gawain.]

[Even Gareth, the most beloved youngest daughter, is like this.]

[In the end, even Aggiwen, who was afraid of his mother Morgan, became a member of the Round Table.]

【Yes. 】

[No matter how time passes, you are the only one who will always be by the princess's side.]

"I can't get any useful information."

You thought so, then gave up the temptation and turned to once again bringing Morgan the pleasure she needed.

[When you see her intoxicated look, you can't help but think about a question.]

[So, between you and Morgan, who is the bond between them?]

You can’t think of the answer to this question, and you don’t have time to think of the answer to this question.

【Because something even more unexpected happened. 】

[Half a month after Altria and Guinevere privately announced their pregnancy to you.]

[As the King of Britain, Altria said these words to Morgan.]

"Sister, could you please come to the Round Table and help me manage the knights?"

668. Lily's Round Table Knights handover plan? (4k)

"Are you...kidding me?"

Morgan looked at Altria who came in front of him, and his eyes trembled as if there was an earthquake.

"What do you mean I have to go to the Round Table and command the knights for you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Sister, don't be so nervous."

Altria, dressed in royal attire, walked forward a little and then took Morgan's hand.

Her tone sounded so gentle and sincere at the same time.

"I don't mean anything by that—I really just hope you can help me."

"Help you?"

Morgan frowned.

Years of life have made her develop a habit of being cautious before doing anything, and this time is no exception.

"Why are you asking me for help?"

"What are you doing—you are the king of Camelot, not me!"

"Yes, I am indeed the King of Camelot." Altria was not angry at Morgan's attitude.

On the contrary, she seemed more patient, as if she was afraid that her sister Morgan would not understand what she meant.

"but--"

"The king also has things he wants to do."

"At times like this... I need your help."

"..."

Morgan still didn't believe what Altria said.