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"After you left, I looked at this very carefully."

"In the end, I found that there was no disagreement between the me that I recognized and the me that you recognized on this matter."

"so--"

Artorius looked at Ian in front of him, with the clearest emotions of a girl in her eyes.

"Can you come and witness me drawing my sword tomorrow?"

"I want to complete an attempt without regrets in your sight!"

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60. Girl, True Name, Sword Appears (4-word chapter, please subscribe first!)

"Goodbye then, Mr. Ian!"

Artorius put his hands on his knees and bowed very seriously to Ian.

"Hope... to see you tomorrow!"

Without waiting for Ian to answer him, Artorius ran away.

Avoid hearing any answers on the spot so that you can wait for tomorrow with hope.

This is a little thought that is unique to girls of Artorius' age.

But for Ian, such little thoughts seem a little unnecessary - he will decide for himself what to do.

[You paid the bill and left the bar under the gaze of everyone.]

【You have returned to the royal court.】

【You enter your and Morgan's room.】

【This is the time you agreed upon. 】

Morgan was standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside.

The bright moon was reflected in her eyes, as if it was falling into the center of a blue lake.

The tulle on her body was dimly illuminated, and the smooth curve of her chest and slender waist were perfectly outlined in this dream.

And Ian is the only one who can see this.

"Princess."

Hearing Ian's voice, Morgan turned around.

After seeing his infatuated eyes, the corners of her mouth raised a little.

She used her slender fingers to pinch the lace on the shoulder of her tulle and pulled it down slightly, revealing her dew-white shoulders.

"Ian, come here."

"I want to spend this beautiful night by the window."

"Understood, Princess."

Ian came up behind Morgan and gently stretched out his hands, interlacing them at her belly, and pulled her into his arms.

"Ian, am I beautiful?" Morgan asked as she let her hair down.

"My lady, you are not beautiful at all."

Ian felt the warmth on Morgan's belly, then lowered his head to rest it on her exposed shoulder.

"After all, if we use the word beauty to describe you, there are many things in Britain that are just like you."

"That's blasphemy."

"Heh." Morgan smiled charmingly, "But your mind is obviously full of thoughts that blaspheme me, right?"

"My Lady Princess, I do not deny this. You always fascinate me."

"Your sweet talk is really increasing."

Morgan placed her hand over Ian's, rubbing her fingertips between his fingers.

"But I love it."

[You noticed that Morgan was in a good mood.]

【But this doesn't seem to be the emotion that should appear at this time. 】

[You feel like something is not right.]

【You decide to find out.】

"Princess, you seem to be in a good mood today." Ian asked respectfully.

"Have it?"

Morgan gently pinched Ian's index finger.

"Do I look happy?"

"At least I'm happier than I was a few days ago." Ian answered truthfully, "This makes me happy too."

"..."

Morgan gave a faint smile - she didn't seem to want to hide her thoughts from Ian.

“Maybe I found some reason.”

"Some reason?"

"Yes." Morgan looked at the moon outside.

"The knights were eager to try their luck in the King's Selection, but no one was born who could take over Britain."

"Maybe the king who leads Britain is not chosen by God at all. Even our children don't have that ability."

"So--"

Morgan raised his head, and spoke from his slightly moist lips.

"I am still the one closest to the throne, right?"

"..."

To be fair, although Morgan's tone of voice was not much different from usual, Ian still clearly felt the madness in her words.

Perhaps the reason why she asked several of her descendants, led by Gawain, to try to draw the sword was not to let them demonstrate their talents.

But to prove that they, like themselves, did not have the destiny of being chosen by Britain.

Thinking of this way——

Gao Wen's repeated attempts might annoy her, but Agui Wen, who only touched her once, was worthy of her favor.

This obsession is so deep that it is somewhat twisted?

But Ian couldn't hate Morgan at all - he had witnessed how she struggled hard but was abandoned by fate time and time again.

It was a heartbreaking experience.

So he understood her.

"Yes, my lady."

Ian leaned down and kissed Morgan gently on the lips.

"You are the one closest to the throne, and you are the one who will eventually sit on it."

"Then let me experience this pleasure in advance." Morgan looked at the knight behind him with his back tilted.

"Before sunrise, I hope you are as tough as ever."

"As it should be, Princess."

[You don't want to ruin Morgan's good mood.]

【So you didn't tell Artorius what he said.】

[The princess's nocturne sounded by the window, clear and full of desire. ]

【You and Morgan had a great evening.】

[The next day arrived as promised amidst chaos and anxiety. ]

Gao Wen is feeling a little complicated right now.

As the eldest son, he had already learned from his mother about the blessings he had received.

That is the improvement of physical abilities associated with the number "3".

During the three hours from 9 a.m. to noon, and the three hours from 3 p.m. to sunset, your physical abilities will be greatly improved in the process.

So--

This is the best time to respond to the expectations of your father and mother.

But in reality, Gao Wen found that he couldn't do such a thing at all.

He did become stronger during this period of time, but this strength did not translate into the power he could use to draw the sword.

Gawain discovered that whenever he touched the sword embedded in the rock, a mysterious voice would echo in his mind.

"Gawain, you are indeed very powerful."

"But that's no reason for you to draw this blade."

It was a voice that sounded slightly familiar to Gawain - he felt as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where for a moment.