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Chapter 12. Before meeting the White Dragon, cut off its claws

[The news spread like wildfire throughout the Britannian army.]

[Everyone knew that the Claw of the White Dragon wanted to meet the princess of Britannia.]

[Talent "Affinity Evil" has been activated: Many began to speculate on why you wanted to meet the princess, eventually concluding that you were angry because Morgan had defeated you too many times.]

[Every knight who saw you tried to verify the accuracy of this claim from you, but you didn't respond to anything.]

[Because you knew that anything you said about Morgan now could spark a new round of discussions.]

[However, your silence was also very striking. It was seen as the embodiment of your anger—this further enhanced Morgan's reputation among the Britannian knights.]

[You returned to your usual silence, only waiting for a familiar shadow to appear.]

[Your waiting bore fruit.]

[That day, a knight approached you.]

"Arise."

Ian heard the knight speak to him like that.

He looked at the knight without saying a word, but the other understood Ian's thoughts.

After all, recently, the existence of someone like a madman had only conveyed one idea—that was to meet the princess of Britannia.

"You're lucky. I don't know who sent the news to the princess."

"She's coming."

When Ian, who had remained silent all this time, heard this news, he suddenly reacted violently. The chains that had originally confined him were now shaking.

The knight quickly drew his sword and pointed it at Ian.

"Don't move! Stay still!"

"Let me meet the princess... Let me meet the princess!"

Ian's crazy look made the knight believe the rumor was true—Morgan was the sharp blade that had cut off the claws of the White Dragon.

Once severed from the body of the White Dragon, the claws had lost their sanity.

"Don't worry!"

"I'll take you to meet the princess right away."

Somehow, despite being bitter enemies, the knight still felt a sense of pity and blame for this madman.

[You were taken out of captivity.]

[On the way, you felt many knights watching you strangely.]

[You knew they were like this because the rumor was true. Morgan, the princess, had come to check on a defeated general she had beaten countless times.]

[But you were not happy about this. The real task still lay behind.]

"Your Highness."

The knight spoke respectfully.

"I've brought him here."

"Alright, step back and let him enter on his own."

A familiar voice echoed from behind the curtain. Before the knight could urge him, Ian stepped forward and entered on his own.

Inside the tent, there was no one else.

Only one familiar figure stood there—it was Morgan.

"It's been a while, Ian."

"Princess... It's been a while."

After speaking, Ian knelt before Morgan.

Seeing him like this, the corner of Morgan's mouth curved up into a small smile.

To be fair, she missed this gesture a little.

"Ian, do you know?"

"Your submission always amuses me because it feels so worthless, and you try to offer it to me like a bankrupt businessman."

"But my loyalty to you will never change, even if the Princess doesn't need it."

Even as a prisoner, Ian still showed immense respect for Morgan.

"Ian, I think I told you that I wouldn't hold you in high regard."

Morgan stepped in front of Ian, her gaze no longer filled with disdain as before.

"You're just a pawn I can discard at any time."

"Yes, Princess," Ian replied. "I've always known that, but I still want to do something for you."

"You are the princess I am loyal to, no matter when or where."

As soon as Ian finished speaking, he felt a tap on his forehead.

[Morgan used Magecraft to unlock your chains.]

[They fell to the ground with a dull sound, signaling your temporary freedom.]

"You look much better when you kneel like this," Morgan said.

"The failed assassin."

Ian knew she was referring to the fact that he had failed to assassinate Vortigern—and it was at this moment he felt the most guilty.

"I'm sorry, Princess."

"I... didn't complete your mission."

"I had a feeling," Morgan sat back in her chair. "I never expected much from you, so I won't be disappointed."

"I didn't think you were skilled enough to kill Vortigern."

"But I must say—"

"Your performance really exceeded my expectations, and it achieved most of the goals I needed."

"So, continue to serve as my pawn. I want to see how much value people like you still have left."

[You listen to Morgan and realize that she does not intend to stop.]

[You recall what Vortigern said, and a sense of unease grows in your heart.]

[As Morgan's most loyal knight, you decide to tell her everything.]

[You see Morgan tighten her fist—a sign of dissatisfaction.]

"Ian! Do you think, just like Vortigern, that I will lead the Britannia army to destruction?"

"My Princess, I don't think so," Ian replied honestly.

"On the contrary, I think you're the best person to lead Britannia."

"But that's why I'm worried that you'll suffer unnecessary losses in the process—this is like the loss of all of Britannia."

Upon hearing this, Morgan turned her head away.

"Ian, do you really think that?"

"Yes, my Princess. I've always thought so. Where you stand is the true Britannia."

"..."

Morgan remained silent for a long time before quietly laughing at herself.

"Ian, you don't understand anything."

"I... haven't been recognized as you say. This is the first time I feel the love of the people. I can't give that up."

"I must prove my abilities to my father and show him my worth, not..."

Morgan stopped herself mid-sentence.

It seemed there were things she didn't want to share with Ian.

But Ian didn't mind that Morgan kept things from him—he only cared about the safety of the princess he was loyal to.

King Vortigern was definitely not an ordinary king.

Confronting him militarily was no simple task.

Luckily, before meeting Morgan, Ian had thought everything through—he had found a way.

"My Princess, in fact, you don't need to confront Vortigern directly. There is a way for you to prove yourself to the king."

"How?"

"It's to play the final role of mine as a pawn."

Ian took a deep breath and spoke as calmly as he could.

"Before facing the White Dragon, you must first cut off its claws and fangs."

"Princess, if you bring me to see the king, you can kill me, the claw and the fang of the White Dragon."

"That way, your great achievements will surely be recognized by the king."