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"Is this a legend that already existed when my father went to war?"

Morgan's eyes widened a little, and there was a burst of surprise in his blue eyes.

"How can this be?"

"I've never heard of such a thing!"

Ian wasn't surprised by Morgan's reaction - because that was his first reaction as well.

If the legend of the Red Dragon had spread several years ago, there is no way that he and Morgan would not know about it!

So--

There is only one answer.

Ian looked at Morgan and found that he was also looking at him.

The two exchanged glances and knew that they were thinking the same thing.

"My Lady Princess, this is magic, right?"

"That should be correct," Morgan replied coldly, "and it's a suggestion magic that has been hidden for a long time, and its effective range is the entire Camelot."

"My Lady Princess, isn't that similar to your previous magic?"

"Yes."

Morgan looked serious.

"From the perspective of protecting the magic, the unmanned armors were probably designed to ensure that it is effective at this moment."

"This..." Ian's expression became a little heavy.

"Is this the work of the magician who used the flower petals again?"

"It is very likely to be the case."

Morgan walked to a bookshelf nearby, took down a thick book, and then quickly searched through it.

"Just like the magic with the hidden name, it has been running for a long time and can no longer be undone by simple means."

Morgan snapped the book shut, and the sound became different.

"This shows that my father directly denied me from the very beginning."

“He never considered me as a possibility.”

"..."

Listening to Morgan's distorted voice, Ian walked behind her, put his arms around her waist, and held her in his arms.

"It's alright, Princess."

"You don't need any approval from the previous king."

"Your ability is enough to eliminate this meaningless prejudice."

[Your comfort did play a significant role. ]

[Morgan, who was originally shaking with anger, gradually calmed down in your arms.]

[She put the book in her hand back on the bookshelf and tidied her messy hair.]

"really."

Morgan held Ian's hand on his waist.

“I don’t need that kind of recognition.”

“I did it all on my own.”

"That's right, Princess."

Ian leaned his head on Morgan's shoulder, took a deep breath, and looked like he was enjoying it very much.

"Your persistence makes me fall in love with you even more."

"Really?" Morgan smiled slightly after recovering.

"Then Ian, you may have to pay something for enjoying these."

"Can you help me find out the proof of the so-called Red Dragon?"

"As it should be, Princess."

[You begin to secretly investigate what the Red Dragon's proof is.]

[But in the end, nothing was found - this magician who set up so many traps seemed to have hidden the proof itself.]

【You realize that this is an extremely powerful opponent. 】

【But what you don’t know is that the actual situation may be much simpler than you think. 】

Somewhere in the hills outside Camelot.

A silver-haired man was standing on the slope, looking at the majestic castle in the distance.

He yawned and muttered to himself in a rather lazy tone:

"What's supposed to come has finally come."

"But I haven't finished making that thing yet... Oh, never mind, I'll just spend a few minutes making it casually later."

The man repeated words that no one knew whether they were true or false, and no one knew what they meant.

He scratched the back of his head and walked onto the path across the field.

After the footprints, the ground was covered with petals.

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56. The Falling Aspirations for the Throne

【Your investigation is still ongoing.】

[The hidden talent has been activated: You understand that you, Morgan, and Gawain are not affected by the legend because of Morgan's magic blessing - the mysterious magician does not seem to have adjusted his magic to the point of impeccability. ]

[You order Gawain to thoroughly investigate the people who are discussing this matter, hoping to find more flaws in this magic.]

[Gawain believed in your orders without a doubt, and he meticulously researched the legend of the Red Dragon.]

[But as he came into contact with rumors more and more times, he seemed to have some doubts in his heart. ]

"Father, this is probably what happened today."

Gawain answered respectfully, holding the sword he inherited from Ian.

Still a fruitless day.

But Ian was not going to blame Gawain - after all, his efforts were obvious to all.

"Okay, I understand. You can go back and rest first."

"it is good."

Gawain sheathed his sword, turned and walked toward the corridor.

However, when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Father, can I ask you some questions?"

"..."

Ian smiled.

"Of course, my boy."

"So--"

Gawain was very careful about his tone.

"Father, I want to know what the red dragon will mean to us if it is real."

What is meant to come will come sooner or later.

Ian had expected Gawain to ask such a question - and he had already prepared an answer.

"Gawain, my child, if the so-called red dragon is real."

"I think that might make me and your mother a great enemy."

"An enemy?"

Gao Wen's expression was a little surprised. He had never expected such an answer.

"Father, I don't mean to contradict you, but if everything is true, then it will be the key to our conquest of the White Dragon, right?"

"Gawain, you are right." Ian did not deny Gawain's words.

"But have you ever thought about what would happen to the red dragon if the white dragon fell to the ground?"

"..."

Gao Wen thought about it for a while, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Father, do you mean that the Red Dragon will one day become a being like the White Dragon?"

"Maybe. How you understand it is your personal choice."

Ian looked at the knight in front of him who had a face somewhat similar to his.

"However, your mother and I hope that you can consider all this carefully."

"..."

"I understand, Father."

Gawain disappeared from Ian's sight.

On the corridor of the royal court, he looked at the words that filled the courtyard.

The blue eyes inherited from Morgan now had a hint of confusion.

[The legend of the Red Dragon further fermented in Camelot. ]

[The legend is becoming clearer and clearer - the incarnation of the red dragon may be inside the knight.]

[Since then, the British knights began to look forward to the birth of a new king, which also gave rise to a kind of impetuousness and arrogance among them, thinking that they would be the new king. ]

[The recognition of the throne that you and Morgan spent so much time building was completely destroyed in just a few months.]

[Although you can't say that there is nothing left, you have to admit that the situation is not as good as before. 】

Morgan fell ill.

[But except you, no one can get close to her, not even Gawain. ]

"Princess."

Ian closed the door to the room.

He sat on the bed where he and Morgan had made love countless times, looking at her slightly haggard face with a look of heartache.

"You need to rest well and take care of yourself. Britain needs you."

"Really……"

Morgan, lying on the bed, shook his head in self-mockery.

"I don't think that's the case at all. Britain will continue to shine even without me."

"My Lady Princess, that is not the case. You are Camelot..."

Before Ian could finish his words, Morgan had already tilted her head back and kissed him.

Rather than a superficial expression of emotion, it seems more like a response to Ian's loyalty, which has not faded to this day.

Morgan kissed for a long time before slowly releasing Ian's lips.

Those blue eyes regained some color.

"Ian, I don't love you at all, why do you always consider things from my perspective?"

"Because then I can see the scenery through your eyes, Princess."