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"very good."

Morgan's expression, which had been gloomy for a long time, finally brightened up temporarily.

"I think our plan will go much more smoothly than expected."

"This is really great."

【This is one of the few good news for you. 】

[You cherish this hard-won opportunity and actively strive for everything you can get. ]

【With Morgan's help, you have mastered some simple magic tricks.】

[Talent Magic Enhancement has been obtained: Inspired by Morgan, you can enhance the effect of even the simplest magic under the influence of your body. 】

[You use it in the right places, including but not limited to magic seeds. Although it is not enough to resist the influence of the decline of the Age of Gods, it is still somewhat helpful. ]

[In addition, you will bring Morgan delicate roses every day.]

[The smile on her face gradually appeared more and more often.]

[But you didn't let your guard down. You were still on guard against the unknown magic you saw that day, and you kept investigating.]

[But it seemed to have disappeared, just like the magician who had never appeared.]

[In the end, it was Morgan's suggestion magic that took effect first.]

[Other people's perception of your relationship is slowly changing due to magic.]

[When you returned, it was thought that the foreign royal family had fallen at the feet of the princess and was willing to become a knight under her command.]

[The princess's charm was further praised by the bards of Camelot.]

[No one questioned this.]

[Because your outstanding and generous performance on weekdays does fit their perception of the royal family, even without magic.]

[They sometimes call you King Lot, but they prefer to call you Ian.]

[No one would have thought that you had a secret tryst. ]

[Your relationship has been recognized.]

[A few months later, as the wedding date approaches, Morgan and you are on the rooftop overlooking the current situation of Camelot.]

Morgan was standing there, looking down at everything on the street, and Ian was standing next to her.

"Ian."

"Yes, Princess."

"Do you like the identity I arranged for you?"

"Yes, I like all the arrangements made by the princess."

"Yeah, I like it myself."

Morgan turned around and took Ian's hand.

"Let's go."

"My Lady Princess, where are we going?"

Morgan smiled charmingly.

"My room, of course."

"You, don't you want to put on the wedding dress for me yourself?"

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Today is also the third update! 2

39. The Princess's Second "Defeat"

"Ian, why aren't you talking?"

Morgan looked at the man in front of him who had been through so much for him and questioned him with a little displeasure.

After all, what she had imagined at the beginning was that Ian would definitely look flattered after she said this.

At the very least, you'll be surprised.

Now this state of silence is just like saying "not interested".

"Don't you like this kind of thing?" Morgan asked again.

"No." Ian shook his head quickly. "I just didn't expect that you, Princess, would want to give me this surprise in advance."

"I thought you would only allow me to see you in your wedding dress on your wedding day."

"So my heart is in a mess now, and I don't know what to say to express my excitement to you at this moment."

"That's easy."

“Show it through action.”

Morgan's blue eyes fell on Ian, and there was a faint lust in his sea-like eyes.

Her hands formed a circle behind Ian's neck.

"I haven't forgotten that I lost to you that day."

"I won't let you run away after winning."

"I see. I understand, Princess."

[Morgan pulled you along and walked openly through the corridor of the royal court.]

[Many maids cast regretful glances at you - after all, if your wife was Morgan, there would be absolutely no chance.]

[Morgan is very proud in her heart, but on the surface she still looks cold, as if marrying you is not a very happy thing.]

[You knew this very well, so you cooperated very well and acted humble.]

[You both maintained this state and entered the room one after another.]

"Did you see the looks in those people's eyes?" Morgan sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I know at a glance that they will definitely have thoughts about you in the future. I'm going to hang them all."

"Let's choose tomorrow."

"Not at all, Princess." Ian advised, "This is not the right time to start a war."

"Besides -"

"I don't care about the look in their eyes, no matter how sad they are, it has nothing to do with me."

"is it?"

Morgan looked subtly at Ian who was pledging his loyalty.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her slender and graceful jade feet gently poking out from under the princess' skirt, its surface as white as snow.

"Then I'll just have to believe your explanation."

"Now, come and put on my wedding dress."

"Yes, I understand, Princess."

【You and Morgan stand in front of the mirror.】

[You hugged her waist and felt the fragrance on her body. ]

[There are many roses you sent her in her room.]

[But you think those scents are nothing compared to her. ]

"My lady princess, I am sorry for the offense."

After Ian said this, his hand started from the waist, moved all the way down, and finally came to the princess's dark blue skirt, and began to gently untie the tied ropes.

The soft, fine fabric slid down Morgan's body, and the wool rubbed against his skin, making a rustling sound.

The princess stood gracefully in front of the mirror. The clothes that were on her body a moment ago were rolled into a small ball, surrounding Morgan's feet.

Even without the cover of clothes, Morgan still has not lost her beauty.

The curve of her collarbone was distinct, and the slightly concave area was like a clear lake in the forest, just like her birthplace.

Her breasts are naturally flowing and full, perfectly transitioning into a proud curve.

A touch of red dotted the top of the twin peaks, with slightly rounded light pink scattered around, proclaiming the pride of the British princess.

The slender waist is the path connecting to the anus, and the skin is slightly contracted, outlining the slightly oval belly button.

Further down, there were clean shells with slightly opened cracks, silently revealing the princess' inner desire at the moment.

Her feet stood on the extremely clean floor of the room, but seemed even cleaner than it.

Morgan reached for Ian's hand and gently stroked it with his fingers.

"Ian, am I beautiful?"

"You are so beautiful, Princess." Ian lowered his head, leaned on Morgan's shoulder, and took a deep breath.

"You are so beautiful that I wonder if I am dreaming."

"Then let's prove that it's not a dream."

Morgan breathed softly into Ian's ear.

"Ian, compete with me again and prove that you have the courage when you are standing."

"Understood, Princess."

Knights do not die with their bare hands.

They always have their own weapons.

In the mirror, Morgan's belly bulged slightly, extending to just below his belly button.

She closed her eyes, her hands were held firmly by Ian on both sides, and her lips were tightly clenched together, with teeth marks clearly visible on them.

Her heels had left the ground, leaving only her toes struggling.

"My Lady Princess, you have a beautiful voice. Perhaps now is the best time to sing."

"Shut up, knight, it's not time for you to give a victory speech."

"I'll beat you before you beat me."

[It turns out that Morgan overestimated himself in this regard.]

[The defense she thought was reliable was worthless under the knight's charge.]

[She realized that she had raised a terrible beast.]

She lost again.

[And they lost completely.]

[Britain's morning dew fell onto the floor along the princess' long legs.]

The Second Law of Knighthood: When Morgan wants to win, you'd better think about how you can lose in a way that will please her.

"Ian, you should be happy to win, right?"