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

　　Morgan leaned sideways on the throne.

　　The gauze had slid down along the skin, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

　　The princess's fair shoulders were revealed in the silent night, and one could vaguely see the subtle curve of the upper part of her chest and the small arc that bulged as a result.

　　However, Morgan didn't care about all this.

　　Her feet, stretched out from under the gauze, were pressing straight on the gap between the knight's land and the canyon.

　　Those blue eyes were gentle and hazy, as clear as broken crystals.

　　Ian knew that Morgan had completely taken on the position of king at this time.

　　He was also willing to cooperate with her in performing a drama - even if there were no audience.

　　"Yes, my lady, you are right. I will kneel down now."

　　"etc--"

　　Morgan stopped Ian with the foot that was perfectly maintained by magic.

　　"I changed my mind."

　　"Since it's a canonization, let me inspect your weapons."

　　Morgan held his face and smiled faintly.

　　"My knight, is this okay?"

　　[Of course you can't refuse Morgan's request. ]

　　[Although this place is not suitable for doing so. But you still take off your armor as she wishes.]

　　[Even though you actually know that she just wants to play with you. ]

　　[Morgan on the throne witnessed the whole process, and she asked you to stop from time to time.]

　　[And this pause also made her notice one thing. ]

　　"Ian." Morgan asked with a hint of confusion, "Where's your sword?"

　　Knowing that he couldn't hide the truth from Morgan, Ian answered directly and truthfully.

　　"My Lady Princess, I gave it to Artorius."

　　Hearing this, Morgan's expression instantly turned cold.

　　"Ian!"

　　"Why is it that man again! Are you really that interested in him?"

　　"My Lady Princess, this was a mistake in my previous plan. I am ashamed of my incompetence."

　　"Then it seems necessary for you to know whose property you belong to."

　　Morgan's foot slowly moved up, stepped on Ian's chest, and then began to rub it.

　　She said coldly: "This is your punishment."

　　Morgan's feet are much more flexible than you might think.

　　And she knew exactly how to break Ian - or rather, how to torture Ian.

　　She knew her knight all too well.

　　Finally, Ian couldn't take it anymore.

　　"My Lady Princess, I was wrong."

　　"I really shouldn't have given away my sword without informing you."

　　"Please give me a chance."

　　"Is that all?"

　　Morgan persisted.

　　"Then Ian, tell me, what will you do next time you see the man named Artorius?"

　　"I will do whatever it takes to kill him."

　　Morgan smiled with satisfaction.

　　"I see. I hope you'll keep your word."

　　The princess's feet finally spared her knight.

　　But that doesn't mean it's all over.

　　On the contrary, it symbolizes a brand new beginning.

　　Morgan sat up on the throne.

　　Her legs were slightly apart, her hands were on the railings on both sides of the throne, and her back was leaning against the burgundy cushion behind her.

　　"Ian, the real review has just begun."

　　"May the rest of your weapons remain as good as ever."

　　[You completely understand what Morgan means.]

　　[It's just that the situation seems a little different. ]

　　[Tonight, she was affected by the throne beneath her and was not so willing to proceed as usual.]

　　[But she didn't tell you what kind of changes she needs you to make. ]

　　[You feel what a complicated and gentle place is at this moment. ]

　　[But you are not afraid of all this. ]

　　[Because when Morgan understands you, you are also understanding Morgan. ]

　　[She is the princess who can best subdue you, and you are the knight who understands her best. ]

　　"I'm sorry, my lady."

　　Ian slowly squatted down.

　　The princess's jade feet always remain soft and smooth, and every inch of her skin is worth playing with carefully.

　　However, this is not the time for this kind of art appreciation.

　　Ian held them and lifted them carefully.

　　Until it was higher than Morgan's forehead;

　　Until it passed by Morgan's ear;

　　Until it landed on the cushions of the throne.

　　"Ian, do you know what you are doing?" Morgan asked, looking directly at the approaching knight.

　　"I know, Princess."

　　Ian was not intimidated by Morgan's words.

　　"You are the future king, and I am your knight. In this matter, I am the only one who can serve you."

　　"so--"

　　Morgan looked at his ears.

　　"Is this why you do this?"

　　Ian nodded.

　　"Yes, my lady."

　　"All you have to do is sit on the throne, and I will swear my allegiance to you."

　　"Ian, this is the throne." Morgan's tone became a little subtle, "and I am your princess."

　　"To do such a shameful thing to the princess on the throne is a crime worthy of being pierced by a thousand arrows."

　　"But Princess, you did not resist my actions just now."

　　"…"

　　"…"

　　Morgan and Ian looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts through their expressions.

　　How could two people who know each other well reject new excitement?

　　You and Morgan had a profound exchange.

　　[The innate mysterious magic has been obtained: Morgan seems to have cast some unrevealed magic on you through his own body, but you can feel that it does no harm to you.]

　　[You know you are profaning King Uther's throne.]

　　[But you know very well that you prefer to see Morgan's heart beating faster because of you rather than worrying about such things. ]

　　[After all, he was just a king who gave up his daughter, and she was the one you swore allegiance to.]

　　[You can tell at a glance which is more important. ]

　　[However, this kind of blasphemy does make you sober up a lot. ]

　　[You think of something that you must bring up.]

　　"Princess."

　　"What's wrong? Have you realized your mistake?"

　　"Yes, I already know the mistakes I made, and I feel ashamed and sad about them." Ian answered Morgan respectfully.

　　"But there are some things I still hope to get your consent."

　　"Making a request at a time like this?" Morgan sneered, "Ian, you really know how to pick the right time."

　　"However, since you have really tried hard, I will allow you to say it."

　　"Well - Princess, the war is going on, food production is decreasing, and there are many refugees near our capital."

　　"If possible, Princess, I wonder if we should do something? This may help you further establish your prestige."

　　"Ian, I've noticed what you said, and we should do something about it."

　　Morgan reached out and gently stroked Ian's cheek.

　　"But this time, I hope you can do it and establish your own prestige."

　　"I will do it?" Ian was a little surprised. "My lady, my prestige is meaningless."

　　"This is your kingdom."

　　"Ian, you don't have to teach me how to do anything."

　　Morgan is usually in a superior position, and he exudes a cold and oppressive aura from head to toe.

　　"I told you, everything you have is mine."

　　"Prestige, is no exception."