The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[You have watered the princess's garden once again.]

But she indicated that this was far from enough.

[You said goodnight to each other while Morgan's lower abdomen was completely defeated.]

【You had a wonderful evening.】

【The next day arrived. 】

[Morgan woke up earlier than you, which is rare.]

[But you know the reason Morgan woke up late was because he wanted to hear your good morning. ]

[But at this moment, you also want to see what she will do when she wakes up early. ]

【You choose to pretend to sleep. 】

Morgan sat up and looked at Ian who was still sleeping soundly beside him.

There is a watery tenderness in those blue eyes.

"Ian?" she called tentatively.

Of course, you can't wake up someone who's pretending to be asleep.

Morgan did not continue shouting.

She reached out her hand and stroked the weathered face, her expression somewhat moved.

The delicate and smooth fingers moved very slowly over the past scars, as carefully and seriously as a devout believer worshipping in a holy place.

"It must have been painful when the scar was left... You're such a fool who didn't care about yourself."

"How could there be such a reckless knight..."

Morgan spoke with disgust, but his fingers moved more and more delicately, as if he was trying to wipe the wound off the other person's face.

"Because there are people as persistent as you, Princess, there are knights like me who don't care about their own lives."

“It’s fate.”

Ian turned around and looked at Morgan who was sitting next to him.

"Good morning, Princess."

"..."

Morgan's hands, which seemed very gentle just now, suddenly turned into strong pulling.

"Ian, you were pretending to be asleep, weren't you?"

"Ah... As expected, I can't hide it from your eyes, Princess."

"Because you belong to me, you are my chess piece, how could your every move escape my eyes?"

Morgan pulled Ian's cheek and rubbed it hard as punishment.

"I'll let you go today."

"Hurry up and get up. I want to show you something."

[Even though you thought Morgan was a little mysterious, you still did as she said.]

[You put on your casual clothes and waited in front of the mirror for her naked body to change into the elegant robe.]

[She spun around in front of the mirror and asked if you looked good.]

[After getting your affirmative opinion, she was satisfied and ended it all. ]

[She took your hand and left the room where you sang every night.]

[The happy sight of you holding hands has become a scene that attracts the attention of the entire royal court. ]

Ian didn't care whether the looks were good or bad.

After all, even without those gazes, he knew that he would still stand firmly by Morgan's side.

"My Lady Princess, where are we going?"

Morgan did not answer the question directly, but asked other questions instead.

"Ian, before you went to sleep last night, you told me that our father had been completely defeated, right?"

"……Correct."

Ian was very careful about his tone.

He understood that Morgan wanted the throne very much - so King Uther's abdication was something that was bound to happen before that.

But along with the abdication came the death of King Uther.

Morgan couldn't be sure whether he had any sadder thoughts about this.

The misery of the lake weeping is enough to taste once.

He didn't want to see it a second time.

【The situation is not as complicated as you think. 】

[Morgan is much more decisive than you think.]

[After she confirmed the news, her expression seemed somewhat relieved.]

This is not something difficult to understand.

She was bent on taking the throne, so she might not have much respect for King Uther in her heart.

not to mention--

Was this the same king who had driven her back to Camelot?

"Ian, does this mean that we may receive defeated soldiers returning from the front line one after another?"

"Yes."

Ian glanced around cautiously, then replied in a low voice.

"My Lady Princess, I have already killed a group of them on the way."

"I know."

Morgan held Ian's hand tightly, her expression still stern, as if the knight beside her had only told her how beautiful the sunrise was this morning.

"Your sword smells of blood."

"But Ian, don't do anything like this again."

"I will use magic to correct their perception."

"Yes, I understand, Princess."

Ian knew one thing very clearly.

His destiny has been inextricably combined with Morgan's, like the intertwined bodies in the middle of the night.

This is an unchangeable fact.

[After explaining all this, Morgan did not stop. ]

[She holds your hand and walks towards the depths of the royal court.]

[You will see fewer and fewer people, and the environment around you will become quieter and quieter.]

[The last time I felt this way was when I was doing something blasphemous with Morgan on the throne.]

[You realize that the place you are going to next may have the same significance as the throne.]

"Coming."

Morgan, who was walking in front, stopped temporarily.

She just reached out and slightly changed the angle of a book on the bookshelf next to her.

The bookshelves suddenly moved to the sides, and a dark passage illuminated by candlelight appeared in front of the two.

Morgan tightened his grip on Ian's hand and walked inside.

At the end of the secret passage is a room filled with all kinds of strange objects.

"Ian."

Morgan looked at everything in front of him, his expression rarely seen, and he fell into a state of intoxication.

"Do you remember when I asked you what name you would like for a child?"

"Of course I remember, Princess." Ian smiled slightly, "You said you like children named Gawain, and this is also my favorite name."

"Ah."

Morgan took Ian's hand and pressed it against his abdomen.

"Then do you remember how many times you released your desires here?"

"Too many to count, my lady. Your body has enchanted me to such an extent that I cannot remember all these things."

"It doesn't matter." Morgan smiled calmly, "Because you will come again."

"You always satisfy me when it comes to things that please me."

"so--"

Morgan looked at Ian.

"You will be controlled by me forever."

"We will soon have a child named Gawain."

"He calls you father and me mother."

"He will gain great power under the blessing of my magic, and he will also show his elegance as a knight under your swordsmanship guidance."

"His sword will be wielded for us until a new king emerges in Britain."

"Ian, although I have never loved you, I command you to accept all this unconditionally."

After hearing these words, Ian gently kissed Morgan's hand.

"It is my great pleasure, Princess."

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Update (3/3)

53. Joy will not change due to any new life

[The knights who fled from the front line arrived in Camelot one after another. ]

[Just as Morgan said, under the influence of his magic, they recognized your identity without a doubt.]

[They, like the residents of the capital, call you King Lot, but they seem to prefer calling you the Old Knight.]

[You pieced together an even more surprising truth from the stories of these losers.]

[That is, after Vortigern defeated King Uther, he did not pursue the victory - this is also the fundamental reason why the knights were able to escape back. ]

[He seemed to be looking for something more important on British soil.]

[You know, that might be closely related to the decline of the Age of Gods that he mentioned earlier.]

【But compared to this, you are more concerned about the good news for you and Morgan. 】

[After all, if we go to war with Vortigern again in this state, it is not something to be happy about. ]

【Morgan's view is not much different from yours.】

[Time passes slowly as you two are worried about each other walking on thin ice.]

"Princess."

Ian stood on the city wall, looking at the vast expanse of golden color that stretched to the end of his sight.

"It's time for the autumn harvest again."

"Ah."

Morgan nodded, looked at Ian beside him, and moved his lips slightly.