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[You decide to risk your life and ask.]

"My Lady Princess, have you encountered any troubles? If you can tell me, perhaps I can find a solution."

Morgan looked up when he heard this.

She was in the prime of her youth, and when she looked at the ungrateful knight in front of her, she suddenly sneered.

"Do you want to atone for your sins?"

"My Lady Princess, I do have this thought," Ian answered truthfully, "but I'd like to know more about why you are so sad."

"Nothing to do with you."

Morgan replied coldly.

"Foolish knight, don't push your luck. You should thank the great King Uther and that damn wine for letting you stand here now."

"But Princess, I am not asking for more." Ian touched the cross sword on his waist.

"This is my duty as your loyal knight, Princess."

The simulation continues.

[Morgan was silent for a long time after hearing your words of loyalty.]

[She was moved by what you just said and seemed to want to say something more, but in the end she decided not to say a word.]

【There is some concern in her heart. 】

【You waited for a long time and realized that you couldn't just sit there and wait for death. 】

[You decide to encourage her and let her open up to you when she is drunk.]

You did it.

【She is now going to ask a question that will determine your fate. 】

"Let me ask you." Morgan, who was lying on the bed, looked at Ian in front of him, his eyes still worried.

"You just said that as a knight, you are loyal to me, right?"

"Yes, my lady," Ian answered without hesitation, "To obey you and fight for you is the greatest honor I can have as a knight."

These skillful oaths were not something Ian came up with on the spur of the moment.

Rather, it was the accompanying memory brought by the simulation - after all, in this simulation, he was already a knight who had experienced many lives.

He was able to utter these words of allegiance in an instant.

"That--"

Morgan looked around. In the huge room, she, who was drunk, and the ungrateful knight were the only ones there.

The moonlight fell through the glazed window beside it and shattered into a colorful curtain of light on the ground.

Dark clouds passed by.

The room fell into darkness.

Morgan's voice sounded at this moment:

"But what if at some point in the future I no longer own Britain, and there is another king sitting on the throne?"

"Will you still swear allegiance to me?"

Ian never expected Morgan to say such a thing at this time. He was stunned for a moment and was unable to answer the other party's question immediately.

The clouds parted.

Morgan's face was reflected in the moonlight again - but he was almost broken.

"It turns out that everything is just a false bubble... I have never owned anything."

The simulation continues.

[Because of your momentary hesitation, Morgan fell into endless sorrow. ]

【You realize you've made a huge mistake and want to make amends, but nothing works. 】

[Morgan began to fall into extreme self-doubt and was close to madness.]

[You don't know why she became like this after attending the party, but you know that this won't work, so you try to find a way to temporarily free her from this pain.]

Looking at Morgan in front of him, who was sometimes sneering and sometimes sobbing.

Ian knew he couldn't just stand by and watch - her sadness came from his own hesitation, so he had to sum up everything himself.

A few clang sounds.

Ian took off all his armor, revealing his body which had become extremely strong due to long-term training.

"Foolish knight, what are you doing?!"

Although he was in a frenzy, Morgan still had a minimum level of rationality.

But Ian didn’t stop there.

He took a deep breath, as if rushing to a battlefield.

"My Lady Princess, I cannot bear to see you sad."

"Even though you may execute me after this, I still hope to bring you a night of pleasure."

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3. At sunrise, you will die

The moonlight shone on Ian's firm skin, creating white flowing lines and outlining the most perfect muscle shape.

Coupled with the straightforward and undisguised words -

It has to be said that even Morgan couldn't help but take a few more glances at the knight in front of him who dared to take off his armor in front of him.

She straightened her posture and returned to her usual cold state in front of Ian.

Although still slightly drunk, Morgan still maintained her dignity as a princess.

"Foolish knight, do you know what you are talking about?"

"My Lady Princess, of course I know." Ian did not avoid the question, "If my Lady Princess did not hear me clearly, I can say it again."

"My lady princess, if you wish, I can bring you a night of pleasure."

"But you are only a lowly knight."

Morgan looked directly at Ian.

"How do you know what level of pleasure I need?"

"My Lady Princess, what I rely on is not knowing the degree of pleasure you need, but——"

Ian paused for a moment, then continued.

"I do my best to provide you with the greatest pleasure that I can."

"If I fail to satisfy your wishes in the future, it will be a symbol of my uselessness, and I am naturally unworthy of the position of knight."

"But I want to avoid all this."

【Ability affinity activated.】

[Morgan began to think about your words - these were obviously presumptuous and filthy words, but at this moment she felt that they were a manifestation of a knight's loyalty.]

She hesitated.

[She began to feel that she really needed some pleasure to temporarily forget the pain at the party, and you, naked in front of her, were a good choice.]

【But Morgan did not promise you this. 】

[She has even better ways to test loyalty.]

"Foolish knight, your frankness is limited to this moment. It is not true bravery."

Morgan said this as he got out of bed.

The princess walked to the side barefoot, and the black dress she wore to the banquet left an irregular trail behind her.

She reached out and took down the double-sided wine glass on the gilded platform, and the fine wine inside almost spilled out because of this action.

Under Ian's gaze, Morgan gently bit her finger and dripped her blood into the purple-red liquid.

Tick.

Ripples appeared on the calm wine, striking at Ian's heartstrings.

Morgan walked towards him, handed over the wine glass in his hand, and said in a cold and ruthless tone:

"Foolish knight, since you have spoken words of so-called loyalty, I believe you have already made up your mind to die."

"Drink this wine, and you will die at sunrise."

"Of course, I allow you to make another choice - that is to admit that you don't have the courage, but are just temporarily obsessed."

"Then you don't have to drink this cup of wine, but from now on, you are no longer a knight of Britain."

"And the next time I see you, if your feet are still on British soil, I will kill you myself."

Everything is still going on.

Morgan was not bluffing.

[As a princess of the British royal family, she is also a powerful magician. ]

[She can guarantee that the prophecy of death at dawn is true.]

[She doesn't think you have the courage. The so-called knight is just that.]

Looking at the bright wine and Morgan's almost mocking expression, Ian just smiled, took the glass from her without hesitation, and drank it all.

He turned the wine glass in his hand upside down, and no liquid fell out of it.

"Aren't you scared?!" Morgan looked at the empty wine glass with a distorted expression.

It cannot be said that her prediction completely failed, but it can be said that it has nothing to do with the present.

"I'm not kidding you. If you drink this glass of wine, you will die at sunrise!"

Hearing this, Ian laughed.

"Hahahahaha, Princess, of course I know you're not in the mood to joke with me."

"So this is also my most sincere answer - I am afraid of death, but I am more afraid of not being able to die as a knight beside the princess."

"My life is but a moment. If I can bring a night of pleasure to the princess, then I will die a worthy death!"

Under Morgan's shocked gaze, she felt herself fall onto the bed.

No matter how exquisite a dress is, it will be extremely fragile at the moment it needs to be torn.

Reality and virtuality are intertwined together, forming a bizarre scene.

[Morgan did not reject your words. 】

[As a princess, she had an instinctive reaction.]

[She seems to really need something to vent her feelings and forget about the pain you don’t know about.]

[But she realized that this seemed a bit unruly and tried to restrain herself, but she found that she was enjoying it and couldn't help herself. ]

"My Lady Princess, you don't seem to be as resistant as I imagined..."

"Do not talk."

Morgan touched Ian's hand on his waist, but his eyes were filled with irresistible majesty.

"Foolish knight, you have no right to speak in front of me."

"Understood, Princess."

Morgan finds enough fun in you.

[She was worried that you would die before you could provide her with enough pleasure, so she prepared to cast her magic on you in secret.]