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Morgan walked towards the throne step by step.

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the hall where only two people were, like the clock of fate.

She came to the throne and stroked the gilded edge of the handle. Deep in her eyes as deep blue as the ocean was an endless obsession with it.

"Ian, do you like this throne?"

"My Lady Princess, do you want to hear the truth? Or a lie?"

"Do you think you dare to lie in front of me?"

"Your Highness is absolutely right." Ian maintained his gentle tone.

"So--"

"I would say this throne is not suitable for you."

"what?"

Morgan was about to turn around and ask Ian why, but he felt himself being picked up by him.

The next moment, Ian sat on the throne.

And Morgan maintained an elegant posture.

Her head was resting on Ian's left hand, her long hair spread around his arm, and her body fell in his arms like a slightly bent bow.

The princess' robe fell slightly at her hips, but not a single strand of it stained the ground.

Those slender white legs serve as the other half of the bow.

Her knees were slightly bent, and her calves rested squarely on Ian's right hand.

Her feet were suspended in mid-air, with a pair of crystal shoes hanging above them.

"Because I think you need a new throne, my lady."

"Oh--?"

Morgan, lying in Ian's arms, looked up at him.

"So you really want to be my throne until then?"

"My lady, this is not a bad idea."

"That--"

Morgan reached his hand upwards and stroked the face that was already so familiar to him.

"I know that you, as the king, how can you make me happy in this situation?"

"My Lady Princess, you have raised a difficult question."

"but--"

"I happen to have an answer that can solve this problem."

Ian lowered his head and stopped in front of Morgan's proud breasts.

"However, I hope that you, my lady, can provide a little help."

"is it?"

Morgan stroked Ian's not-so-smooth facial curve with one hand and placed the other hand on his clothes on his chest.

Her fingertips gently drew circles on the surface of the robe made of fine fabric.

"Ian, I hope you won't disappoint my expectations."

[The princess' body is flawless at all times and in all places. ]

[Your tongue feels the sweetness coming from her, and you can't help but take a few more bites.]

Morgan's hands are around your neck.

[She has unbuttoned her clothes and is now looking at you lovingly. Only your figure is reflected in her ocean-blue eyes.]

[Her breathing gradually quickened due to the contraction of your mouth, and her body began to sway slightly.]

[She blushed and looked at the ceiling, muttering your name softly.]

[“Ian, please make me happy a little more.”]

【At this moment, you are her throne alone. 】

[But she is also the princess that only you can taste.]

【You kept your promise. 】

"Your answers in this regard are as excellent as always."

Morgan's fingers brushed across Ian's lips, spreading the wetness a little.

"Ian, let me ask you, do you like this?"

"Of course." Ian nodded with a smile.

"I am happy to accept everything about the princess."

"but--"

Ian rubbed Morgan's ample breasts, teasing the slight blush that dotted her fair skin.

"My Lady Princess, I think you have more to say than this, right?"

"Yeah." Morgan covered Ian's hand on his chest with his own.

"Ian, I want to literally take over Camelot."

"So, Princess, are you trying to win my consent in this way?"

"That may be a bit redundant."

Ian looked affectionately at Morgan, who was lying in his arms with his chest exposed.

"You should know that I never doubt your choice. It is the path I will definitely take."

"Of course I know."

Morgan pressed Ian's hand against her chest a little tighter until fingerprints appeared on her fair skin.

"So I'm not even going to ask for your opinion."

"I just like the way you work hard to please my father on his throne."

"I see. It seems I need to work harder."

[You have committed adultery again on the throne.]

[After this, you have formulated a plan to take over Camelot - using magic to create a false barbarian siege, you will become the hero who defends Camelot, and then naturally ascend to the throne.]

[This process is not simple. Every detail needs to be carefully prepared, and the preparation time will be very long. ]

[But fate seems to have never stopped mocking you. ]

[Before you are ready, mysterious prophecies begin to spread in the streets of Camelot.]

[That is the legend of the red dragon concerning the succession to the throne.]

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55. The legend of the red dragon did not come suddenly

【This is a legend that appeared without any warning.】

[You learned all this from Gao Wen's report.]

[“The white dragon has sharp teeth and claws, and it rages across the land in a tyrannical manner.”]

[“But people of Britain, you have nothing to fear.”]

[“The incarnation of the Red Dragon will surely descend among you and become the new king of Britain.”]

[“The Knights of the Round Table will raise their swords together to fight against foreign enemies.”]

[“If the red dragon emerges, the white dragon will die, but Britain will still exist.”]

[“Everyone, please wait for the proof to come with great anticipation!”]

"Father, Mother, that's about it."

“There may be some other versions, but I don’t think they will be too different.”

Gawain, dressed as a knight, spoke respectfully in front of Ian and Morgan - he respected his parents from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, you go back."

"I understand, Father."

After watching Gawain disappear at the end of the corridor, Ian closed the door.

Silence enveloped the room, silently declaring that some unspeakable crisis had quietly arrived.

"Princess."

Ian walked up to Morgan and spoke with a serious expression.

"Something seems to be wrong."

Morgan said what Ian was going to say as if he had predicted it.

"Ian, you want to know why there is such a legend all of a sudden, right?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded, "This doesn't make sense."

"Neither I nor that boy Gawain have ever heard of anything like this in our previous patrols."

"It was literally created to shock us."

"I think we should put our plans on hold and find out what this is all about."

"Ah."

Morgan took Ian's hand.

"But before that, Ian, I want to ask you a question."

"Please speak, Princess."

"What... do you think of this legend?" Morgan asked with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

"It's meaningless." Ian said without hesitation.

"Pointless?"

"Yes." Ian looked directly at Morgan in front of him, "My Lady Princess, the person who can finally ascend the throne will only be you, and only you."

"I do not recognize any king except you."

"I will do my best to defend your throne, even if it means sacrificing myself."

"Shut up."

Morgan touched Ian's lips with his fingertips.

"You are my possession."

"Whether you sacrifice or not is up to me. It is not your turn to make the decision on your own."

[You and Morgan temporarily put aside the idea of ​​​​simulating a foreign invasion. ]

[Instead, you began to seriously investigate the legend of the red dragon that suddenly appeared in Camelot.]

【But the result will surprise you. 】

[Almost all the people and even the knights did not think that this was a sudden event.]

[In their opinion, this is a legend that appeared several years ago and has a high degree of credibility.]

[You suddenly realize that this time point seems to coincide with the time when King Uther went to war.]

[You feel that something is even more wrong.]

[You returned to the royal court and reported all this to Morgan.]