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There is no choice but to confess.

"Princess."

"Artorius... pulled the blade out from the rock."

"..."

Morgan was stunned for a moment.

The usually extremely elegant blue pupils lost their original color at this moment, and were replaced by bottomless doubts.

"Ian, what did you say?! I command you to repeat it!"

Now that he had started talking, Ian knew that he absolutely could not suddenly stop talking at this moment.

"Princess."

"Artorius... pulled the blade out from the rock."

“I witnessed it all.”

Time seemed to stand still around Morgan.

There was not a speck of red on her fair skin, as if all the blood in her body had been drained out in an instant.

Speechless silence enveloped the entire room, extinguishing any possible source of communication.

After a long while, Morgan spoke in a trembling voice:

"Why her?"

"How could she pull out that sword?"

"This is unreasonable!"

"Princess." Ian felt uncomfortable as he looked at Morgan, who was shaking with anger.

"Artorius may be the heir we failed to find back then."

"..."

Morgan froze there again.

Her eyes were empty, and her blue pupils also fell into darkness.

"Ian, you should have killed her on the wall!" she roared.

"Yes, Princess, you are right."

Ian lowered his head and half-knelt in front of Morgan.

“It’s my fault.”

"Please punish me."

[You decided to bring all the problems upon yourself, hoping that this would allow Morgan to vent his frustration.]

【But she is not so easily led by you. 】

[She soon realized that something was wrong.]

"No, Ian."

Morgan's hands were shaking.

"Merlin would never let you do that!"

"You can't kill her."

After all, paper cannot protect against fire.

"..."

Faced with Morgan's questions, Ian could only remain silent.

But this is enough to answer everything.

"How could this happen... How could this happen? How could this happen?!"

Morgan covered his forehead and kept repeating the same words.

The obsession deep in her soul made her feel dizzy.

She fell.

Morgan fell ill again.

[As her nominal husband, you stay by her side all the time. ]

[You can hear her crying in the middle of the night every day. ]

[You feel like your internal organs are about to shatter.]

[But you know that now you can only accompany her silently. ]

[Because you are her most loyal knight. ]

[The knight will not complain about the princess. ]

"Good night, Princess."

Ian covered Morgan with the quilt and then half-lay down next to him.

This was the state he had been maintaining over the past few days—as long as Morgan needed him, he could react immediately.

But to be fair.

Ian felt that he was also much more tired.

My soul has been following Morgan's long-cherished wish, like a journey with no end in sight.

There's no going back now.

But he has no regrets.

Ian's eyelids closed little by little, and he was about to fall asleep.

And at this moment——

"Ian." Morgan's voice came from the darkness.

"Yes, Princess."

"I want to hear you say you love me." Morgan asked truthfully after getting a response.

"I love you, Princess." Ian answered without hesitation.

"Why didn't you hesitate at all?"

"Because I am always thinking about how to express my love to you, Princess."

"Ian, that makes your love sound cheap."

"You are right, Princess. Things that are plentiful are always cheap."

"Could you not answer so nicely?"

"That's because you asked a good question, Princess."

"..."

Morgan sat up and leaned against Ian's shoulders and arms.

The long, smooth silver hair fell on the strong arms of the man beside her.

She took his hand and spoke softly.

"Ian, you must be tired these days, right?"

"Am I boring you a little?"

"My lady, I do feel a little tired."

Ian held Morgan's hand, trying to keep it as warm as possible.

"But I never get bored - your body is always a maze that I have yet to fully explore."

"How dare you say that? Aren't you afraid that I'll be angry?"

"afraid."

"But I can wait until you are no longer angry, Princess."

"What if I stay angry?"

"Then I will wait."

Hearing this, Morgan pinched Ian's hand - this was the little temper she would have when she couldn't beat him.

However, this little action did not last long.

Morgan spoke again.

"Ian, if I said..."

Before Morgan finished speaking, Ian had already finished the second half of the sentence.

"Are you trying to say that you're not willing to give up yet?"

"I'm glad you understand." Morgan turned his head away.

"Of course I understand."

“Because I don’t want to give up.”

Ian's eyes showed an unprecedented determination.

"I will never recognize a king other than you."

"Not to mention the fraudsters who relied on this scam to rise to power."

"I will spread rumors, cause trouble, stir up trouble in the city, and do anything I can to stop her."

Morgan looked up at the man beside him.

"Ian, that sounds mean."

"Yes, it is despicable." Ian nodded, "So I will do it."

"My Lady Princess, you don't need to touch anything mean."

"..."

Crystal clear liquid flowed from the corners of Morgan's eyes, and then disappeared into the darkness.

She slowly lifted the quilt, spread her legs slightly, and then sat on him.

She put her arms around his neck and whispered:

"Ian, be a resting horse tonight."

"me--"

"I suddenly want to ride a horse myself."

62. The mean have their own ways (-word chapter)

You begin to fulfill your promise.

[The first thing you did was to secretly spread highly targeted rumors in Camelot.]

[The core of this is the questioning of Artorius's sword drawing. ]

[After all, she looks so petite, and doesn't seem like someone who has enough ability to do such a thing.]

"Father, this is probably the public opinion in the city."

Gawain reported to Ian the intelligence he had collected.

"There have been a lot of comments like this recently."

"Most of them are suspicious of Artorius pulling out the sword - they think this is a wrong election."

Ian was secretly delighted, but he remained restrained on the surface.

"So, my child, what do you think of this statement?"