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

The moonlight fell on Ian's sturdy skin, outlining perfect lines that highlighted the ideal shape of his muscles.

Accompanied by such direct and unreserved words—

Even Morgan couldn't help but glance a few more times at the knight who dared to remove his armor in front of her.

She straightened her posture, reverting to her usual cold demeanor in front of Ian.

Despite the lingering intoxication, Morgan still retained the dignity of a princess.

"Foolish knight, do you know what you are saying?"

"Princess, of course I do," Ian did not evade the question. "If you didn't clearly hear my words, I can repeat them."

"Your Highness, if you so wish, I can bring you a night of pleasure."

"But you are just a lowly knight."

Morgan stared directly at Ian.

"How could you possibly know the kind of pleasure I need?"

"Princess, what I rely on is not knowing the extent of pleasure you desire, but—"

Ian paused for a moment, then continued.

"I will do everything in my power to provide you with the greatest pleasure I can offer."

"If, afterwards, I fail to meet your expectations, it would signify my utter uselessness, making me unworthy of being a knight."

"But I wish to avoid that outcome."

**[Ability Affinity Activated.]**

**[Morgan begins to contemplate your words—though they were presumptuous and vulgar, she now feels as if it's the display of a knight's unwavering loyalty.]**

**[She hesitates.]**

**[She begins to feel she truly needs some pleasure to momentarily forget the pain from the banquet, and the bare-skinned you in front of her seems like a good choice.]**

**[But Morgan does not immediately agree to your proposition.]**

**[She has more challenging ways to test loyalty.]**

"Foolish knight, your frankness is limited to this moment; it is not true courage."

Morgan spoke as she stepped off the bed.

Barefoot, she walked to the side, her black gown from the banquet trailing unevenly behind her.

She reached for the dual wine goblets on the gilded pedestal, and the fine wine within nearly spilled from the motion.

Under Ian's gaze, Morgan lightly bit her finger and let her blood drip into the rich, red wine.

Drip.

Ripples spread across the surface of the still wine, tugging at Ian's heartstrings.

Morgan approached him and extended the goblet, her voice cold and merciless.

"Foolish knight, since you spoke of so-called loyalty, I presume you are prepared to face death."

"Drink this wine, and you will die at sunrise."

"Of course, I allow you to make another choice—to admit that you possess no true courage, but were merely impulsive."

"If so, you need not drink this wine. However, from this moment forward, you will no longer be a knight of Britain."

"And the next time I see you, if your feet still tread British soil, I will personally kill you."

Everything continued.

**[Morgan is not bluffing.]**

**[As a royal of Britain, and as a princess, she is also a powerful magician.]**

**[She can ensure that the prophecy of death at dawn is true.]**

**[She does not believe you possess the courage; a knight is but a knight.]**

Staring at the vivid wine and Morgan's near-mocking expression, Ian merely smiled and took the goblet from her hand without hesitation, draining it in one gulp.

He turned the goblet upside down, not a drop left.

"Aren't you afraid?!" Morgan stared at the now-empty goblet, her expression twisted.

Her prediction could not be said to have completely failed, only that it now bore no relevance.

"I am not joking with you. Drinking that wine means you will die at sunrise!"

Upon hearing this, Ian laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, Princess, I know full well that you have no interest in joking with me."

"And so, this is my sincerest answer—I fear death, but I fear more not being able to die as a knight at your side, Princess."

"My life is but a fleeting moment; if it can bring you a night of joy, then it is a death well worth it!"

In Morgan's astonished gaze, she found herself lying on the bed.

No matter how exquisite, a gown is fragile in the moment it must be torn.

Reality and illusion intertwined, creating a bizarre scene.

**[Morgan did not reject your words.]**

**[As a princess, her instincts had sparked a reaction.]**

**[She seemed to truly need something to vent her feelings, to forget the pains unknown to you.]**

**[However, she realized that such actions seemed reckless, attempting to restrain herself, yet she found herself enjoying it, unable to resist.]**

"Princess, you don't seem as resistant as you imagined..."

"Do not speak."

Morgan touched Ian's hand on her waist, her eyes carrying an unchallengeable authority.

"Foolish knight, in my presence, you have no right to speak."

"Understood, Princess."

**[Morgan found ample enjoyment from you.]**

**[She worried that you might die before providing her sufficient pleasure, thus she intended to covertly use her magic on you.]**

**[But soon, she realized it was unnecessary; you were far more resilient than she had imagined.]**

**[Talent: Infinite Stamina Activated.]**

**[In front of Morgan, your stamina is endless.]**

**[Being controlled by Morgan in this manner does not cause you fatigue.]**

**[Morgan's gaze toward you changed.]**

"Do you not know exhaustion?"

Morgan looked at the tireless Ian, feeling that he was somewhat extraordinary—even she was beginning to feel tired.

"Princess, a knight never tires in the presence of those they serve." Ian replied respectfully, "Only when you no longer need me, shall I rest."

Morgan did not respond to Ian's words.

She gazed outside the window.

It was dawn. The sun would soon rise over Britain, and with it, Ian's death.

"Do you regret it?"

Morgan asked once more.

"Your life is about to end, all just for a fleeting moment of pleasure for me?"

"I never regret it," Ian answered firmly.

"..."

Silence, stillness.

"Kneel before me," Morgan suddenly commanded.

Although he didn't know what Morgan intended, Ian still knelt before her, following the knight's etiquette.

"What is your name?"

"Ian."

"Ian," Morgan said coldly.

"I care for no one, not even my knights, so I will abandon you whenever I deem it necessary."

"Even so, do you still wish to be my knight?"

"Day after day, night after night," Ian replied without hesitation.

"Is that so... then it seems I must keep you alive until the day I decide to cast you aside."

As Morgan spoke, she extended her hand to Ian.

The sun shone once more over Britain.

The naked princess, with a simple kiss on his hand, claimed her most loyal knight.