In the World of Type-Moon, Starting as Morgan's Husband

　　[You confirmed that you heard Morgan correctly.]

　　[She did express to you her intention not to return to the royal court for the time being, and her attitude was quite cautious.]

　　You realize that she is worried that her request would violate King Uther's order to return to the capital.

　　[You decide to reassure her. ]

　　"Okay, Princess." Ian took the reins of the horse.

　　"Then don't go back for now."

　　"Will this be a problem?" Morgan asked cautiously.

　　"It'll be fine," Ian replied as gently as possible.

　　"If there's any problem—"

　　Ian patted the horse beneath him.

　　"Just say they are too tired."

　　Morgan knew that the man in front of him would never deceive her.

　　She nodded.

　　"Let's go then, Ian."

　　"Okay, my lady."

　　[You temporarily delayed your plan to return to the royal court with Morgan.]

　　[You know that this is disobeying King Uther's order.]

　　[But you know Morgan's current mood better. ]

　　[You can't bear to see her return to the royal court in such a depressed state. You know that would be very painful for her.]

　　[You and Morgan have strayed from your original path.]

　　[You two came to a forest, and a clear lake appeared in front of you. ]

　　"Ian."

　　Morgan pulled the reins in her hands, causing the horse under her to stop.

　　"I'm tired, let me rest here for a while."

　　"Understood, Princess."

　　After receiving the order, Ian first stopped his horse, then got off, walked to Morgan and served her.

　　"Please be careful, Princess."

　　"Yeah, I know."

　　With Ian's help, Morgan gracefully dismounted from the horse.

　　The two excellent war horses from Britain were docile and intelligent. Without Ian's command, they had already started to eat the grass on the ground.

　　"Ian."

　　"Here I am."

　　"What do you think of this place?"

　　"Um..."

　　Because of Morgan's words, Ian began to examine the forest.

　　I saw that it was a green forest with many tall trees growing here. Evergreen branches and vines fell from the treetops like a girl's hanging hair.

　　The sunlight shines through the crown-like green leaves, casting patches of light and shadows on the road in the forest.

　　Flowers bloomed on both sides, dotted the green grass.

　　Not far away is an elegant lake.

　　The lake is so clear that you can see the bottom. There is not a single impurity in the clear water. If you are not careful, you might mistake it for jade.

　　"It's beautiful," Ian answered truthfully, "I've never seen anything like it."

　　"What if you compare yourself to me?" Morgan suddenly asked.

　　"It's beautiful."

　　"Why!"

　　"Because no matter how this forest changes, it is still within the scope of what can be described in words." Ian looked at Morgan and said so.

　　"And you, my lady, cannot be described in any volume of poetry."

　　"Oh."

　　Morgan sneered.

　　"That's quite a compliment. Is this all you've learned from your experience as a lurker under Vortigern's command?"

　　"No." Ian shook his head.

　　"My Lady Princess, if it is a compliment, I will say it in a more pleasant way."

　　"But in my heart, you are truly beyond description."

　　Hearing this, Morgan turned his head away.

　　"Forget it... I won't argue with you about this."

　　[Morgan will no longer discuss with you which is more beautiful, himself or the lake.]

　　[She walked ahead of you, contrary to her usual behavior, and seemed to be taking you somewhere.]

　　You followed him.

　　[Finally, you stopped by the lake.]

　　[Morgan has made an unexpected request to you—she wants you to bathe her feet here.]

　　[You did not reject her, but carried out her request very seriously. ]

　　[The moment you touched her feet, you felt something strange. ]

　　You realize that she has also performed a magic trick on herself.

　　"It's completely different from what you imagined, right?"

　　Morgan asked this while holding his chin as he watched Ian take off his armor and go into the lake to bathe his feet.

　　"Yeah." Ian nodded very sincerely.

　　"My Lady Princess, it is indeed completely different from what I imagined."

　　"It just got to my heart."

　　Although he had been touched by Morgan's feet many times, this was the first time he had personally touched it.

　　It was a white and soft foot, without any wrinkles or scars on it.

　　The skeleton of the toes supported the beautiful skin, and there was no dirt between the toes. The inner instep was slightly gathered together because of Ian's control, but it still remained upright.

　　The ankle is in a perfect arc.

　　Ian felt that it was probably not an exaggeration to call such feet works of art.

　　"Really?" Morgan raised the corner of his mouth in an imperceptible arc.

　　"Then did you know that it was born from this lake beneath your feet?"

　　Ian reacted quickly.

　　"My Lady Princess, is this where you were born?"

　　Morgan didn't answer the question, but the slightly nostalgic look on her face was enough to explain everything.

　　"Answer me, Ian."

　　"Now that you know this, are you still moved by it?"

　　"Of course," Ian replied without hesitation, "Every day and every night."

　　"You're lying to me." Morgan looked directly at Ian, "No one needs a princess born in the lake."

　　"But I never lied to you, Princess."

　　Ian pinched Morgan's feet, gently stroking the jade-like skin.

　　It felt as delicate and smooth as touching milk, without any stagnation at all.

　　Obviously, Morgan's magic has maintained it to the best moment, preventing its beauty from aging with the passage of time and battles.

　　"If this were the place where you were born, I would be happier than ever before."

　　"Because your birth has brought blessings to this place, the lake is clear because of you, and the trees are lush because of you."

　　"You are the owner of this forest. They are like the knights of Britain, grateful for your coming."

　　Hearing this, Morgan was silent for a long time.

　　Faced with Ian's praise, she was not as happy as usual, but instead looked very sad.

　　The long eyebrows on her beautiful face drooped slightly, like a sad song at the end of a play, and the indigo eyes hidden behind the eyebrows revealed waves of loneliness.

　　After a while, she seemed to have recovered, and in a voice that was no longer arrogant, she spoke to the man in the lake in front of her:

　　"Ian, what if I was destined to be abandoned by my father? I never had the possibility of becoming a king."

　　"Will you...still be my knight?"

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