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"I need to let it know that you are my chess piece and a knight loyal to me."

“This process is actually not simple, nor is it stable.”

"so--"

The corners of Morgan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a slightly playful smile.

She gently hooked her fingers under Ian's chin.

"If the horse senses something too strange, it will be frightened and run away."

"Foolish knight, how do you plan to solve this problem while giving me pleasure?"

"I'm curious."

"I see." Ian responded to Morgan's words, "It seems that I may not be able to solve this problem."

"But I think, Princess, you must have a way to solve this problem."

"oh--?"

Morgan tangled his fingers in Ian's hair.

"But Ian, even if I know how to solve the problem, what does it have to do with you?"

"Yes, Princess, you know how to solve this problem, but it may have nothing to do with me."

"But - this will be the key for you next."

"Ian, what do you mean?"

"My Lady Princess, you don't need to guess. I will reveal the answer to you now."

Ian completely loosened the reins - this was indeed an excellent war horse, and even after the reins were loosened, it still maintained strict discipline.

Ian's freed hand held Morgan's hands with one, and the other fell on her calf.

"My Lady Princess, I think I know a place that is softer than your hands."

"And it will be the key to solving the problems we face."

"Ian."

The princess, with both hands held, felt the knight's hand moving up from her calf.

She didn't object to the contact, she just asked a question.

"I suppose you are not a master of all arts?"

“But there is always a need for new attempts.”

Ian answered respectfully - his hand completely submerged under Morgan's sea-blue skirt.

"My Lady, are you willing to give me an opportunity to try to solve this problem?"

"You might as well give it a try."

Morgan's legs were slightly apart.

"I want to see how good your answer will be."

[You and Morgan begin discussing the difficulties on horseback.]

[You touched something softer than Morgan's hand.]

[As you stroke it, you suddenly recall a beautiful shell you picked up on the beach one summer day in the past.]

[Its surface is smooth and clean, without even a trace of pattern. The shell is comfortable and warm, and it is a beauty worth stopping to appreciate.]

【It is a beautiful shell, and you like it very much. 】

[The princess' legs are trembling.]

[She found that she had underestimated the knight's accomplishments beyond swordsmanship.]

[She tried to salvage the situation by slightly arching her body, but found that she was already doomed.]

【According to the requirements of the difficult questions on horseback, she knew that she was the one who answered them at this moment. 】

[The problem that used to embarrass the knight has now become my own problem. 】

She lost.

[The sound of a spring echoed in the garden of the British princess.]

sunset.

The princess's warhorse lowered its head and nibbled the tender grass by the stream.

It didn't know where the princess and the knight on its back were going, but this burden-free feeling made it feel extremely free.

"Princess..."

"how?"

Morgan, who was carried by Ian, showed a pair of blue eyes from behind him.

"Do you have any problem with me wanting to ride you instead of riding a horse?"

"No, I have no complaints."

"Okay, then just be my horse."

Morgan gave a smug smile.

"This is your reward for winning."

The first loyalty law of the Cavaliers: Don't try to win the game on Morgan, it will be more painful than losing.

But Ian doesn't mind either.

After all, even if he changed his position, he could still smell her intoxicating scent.

This is enough.

but--

There is one thing that still needs to be made clear.

"Princess." Ian looked at the somewhat unfamiliar forest environment around him, feeling a little confused.

"Why are we here?"

"So that you can marry me." Morgan said bluntly.

"I will set up a magic in the capital."

"You will marry me under its influence in a very reasonable capacity, understand?"

"…Princess."

"Don't say anything extra, just wait to marry me."

Morgan rested his head on Ian's shoulder and whispered softly:

"Ian, you'll never be able to escape from me in your life."

"Understood, Princess."

As soon as he finished speaking, Morgan turned around.

"What's wrong, witch?"

"Ian." Morgan frowned slightly.

"There seem to be traces of other magic nearby."

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37. Magic Guardian Made of Flower Petals

[Morgan's words made you alert.]

【You won't let anyone hurt Morgan.】

[You held your sword while carrying Morgan on your back.]

【Talent Blessing in the Lake + activate. 】

[Your magic power has improved, and you can sense a faint breath in the air. ]

【However, you cannot tell what it is. 】

[But according to what Massage Root said, that should be the so-called magic trace. ]

"Ian, put me down."

"Okay, my lady."

There is always a lot of lust between the princess and the knight, but at critical moments, they will hide it in the deepest part of their hearts.

This is not only for yourself, but also for the other person.

Even though his feet were back on the ground, Morgan didn't feel at ease at all.

"Ian, something's wrong."

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

"My Lady Princess, even I can sense something is amiss at this moment."

"What... could this be going on?"

"It's not clear yet."

Morgan no longer had the joy he had just had on horseback.

Instead, there was a more serious and scrutinizing look - that was the stern look she usually showed to everyone.

"Ian, be careful."

"Yes, I will, Princess."

[You drew the long sword from your waist and began to be alert to the situation around you.]

[You put Morgan behind you and swear to protect her to the death. ]

【Your attention has never been so focused. 】

[But some things don’t seem to be something that can be avoided by just focusing.]

[You and Morgan are constantly exploring.]

【A dark shadow is approaching you.】

[By the time you react, it has already arrived in front of you. ]

Ian had never imagined that there would be creatures that could come directly to him.

The night is dark.

He was in the forest and didn't recognize what it was, but the instinct in his blood had surpassed his own thinking.

"Don't hurt the princess!"

Ian drew his new sword without hesitation.

Even though it wasn't going so well yet, he knew that now was not the time for him to complain about it.

All he had to do was draw his sword for the princess!

Bang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the dark woods.

With just such a simple confrontation, Ian could feel the opponent's fierce force - this kind of strength was definitely not simple!

But even more surprising things are yet to come.

The dark clouds in the sky were blown away by the wind, and the bright moon that had been obscured was revealed.

The bright moonlight shone into the dark forest.

Ian stared with his eyes wide open, unable to believe what he saw.