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Chapter 14. The King and the Father

[Morgan had not expected that King Uther would want to speak to you privately.]

[She tried to explain to King Uther the danger you posed in order to prevent this from happening.]

[But with just one glance, King Uther made Morgan realize that she should remain silent.]

[The king is the king, and the king's command cannot be questioned, not even slightly.]

[Morgan bowed to King Uther and left.]

[Before she left, in the final moment, she looked at you with a meaningful gaze.]

[And you, you responded to her with a glance.]

[In that moment, as your eyes met, you conveyed a promise that you would never say anything inappropriate to King Uther.]

[This reassured her, just a little.]

After Morgan left.

Silence spread throughout the room.

King Uther, seated at the highest position, lightly waved his hand, and then the knights heard an order that was hard to believe.

"All of you, leave."

"I wish to speak to him privately."

No knight dared to say another word—after all, not even Morgan words could sway King Uther.

Soon, the atmosphere that had resembled a trial quickly transformed into a private meeting between Ian and King Uther.

Honestly.

Ian didn't think this was a reasonable choice—after all, if he truly was a claw of Vortigern, then this private meeting was nothing short of a heaven-sent opportunity.

It wasn't necessary to kill this king; simply injuring him severely would be enough to completely change the course of the war in Britannia.

Was the aging king starting to grow blind?

But the next words from King Uther completely surprised Ian.

He saw the king rise from his position at the highest seat and slowly step towards Ian.

Just like Vortigern, the king was aging.

His movements were not as swift as Ian had imagined, but still exuded the calm and composed demeanor of a king.

He approached Ian, drew his sword, and raised it.

The silver gleam of the long sword crafted in the Britannian style silently spoke of the king's extraordinary strength.

Ian closed his eyes, preparing himself for whatever might happen, but unexpectedly, all he heard was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Ian felt the comfort return to his hands and neck.

He opened his eyes and realized that King Uther had severed the chains binding him.

The aging king sheathed his sword, his eyes—which had weathered countless storms—locked onto the enemy before him, the one known as the claw of the White Dragon.

"It's been a long time, Ian."

[You realize that your true identity has been exposed.]

[But at the same time, you understand that you have never revealed your identity or intentions, and this is the first time in many years that you've met this wise king again.]

[Countless questions arise in your mind, and they all center around a single query: How did he know?]

[It seems King Uther can understand the hearts of others; he notices your confusion.]

"I remember every knight who took up a sword for Britannia."

King Uther sheathed his sword.

"Ian, the knight my daughter once supported has been gone for many years."

"I don't know what happened during that time, but your swordsmanship is identical to his."

Realizing that continuing this conversation would surely implicate Morgan, Ian immediately spoke up:

"Don't compare me to a knight like him."

"I am the sword of the White Dragon King, and I will destroy all of Britannia! Kill me, King Uther, or you will surely regret this mercy!"

"Then—"

King Uther looked at Ian, who was trying to distance himself from his connection with Morgan, his eyes—having experienced countless ups and downs—still radiated unwavering strength.

Clang!

King Uther threw his sword down before Ian.

"Then prove your words."

[You looked at the sword on the ground, your hands trembling uncontrollably.]

[You picked it up, stepping towards King Uther.]

[But King Uther showed no fear, and your steps didn't make him retreat even an inch. He had absolute faith in his judgment.]

[You realize that, just like Vortigern, King Uther is a ruler who has weathered the trials of time.]

[You raised the sword in your hand.]

[But the target you aimed for was not King Uther, but yourself!]

Ian decided to take his own life.

Since his identity had been exposed to both sides, before things could get worse, he wanted to erase all traces with his death.

Britannia might gain one more unfaithful knight, but absolutely could not have a princess disgraced!

Clang!

With his bare hands, King Uther knocked the sword away from Ian.

The sharp blade showed no mercy, and blood dripped from his hand onto the ground—a sight that broke hearts.

But King Uther seemed unconcerned.

He clenched his fist tightly, holding back every drop of royal blood, symbolizing his noble lineage.

"I am not mistaken. You are Ian."

At this point, Ian could no longer deny it.

He nodded and took full responsibility for everything.

"Your Majesty, everything was planned by me. The princess had no knowledge of any of this."

"Therefore, if there is any punishment, let it fall upon me alone. The princess... is entirely innocent."

[Hearing your words, King Uther turned his back and remained silent for a long time, not speaking a word.]

[You watched his back, unexpectedly feeling a sense of loneliness and regret.]

[You vaguely realized that you were about to learn a very important secret.]

"Ian," King Uther voice broke the silence.

"Answer me, how much of a chance do you think I have of winning this war?"

"Your Majesty, you will undoubtedly win."

"But what if I told you that this war, I have already decided I will lose, what would you think?"

"..."

In Ian's silence, King Uther turned around.

"You don't need to be silent. When I set out for this campaign, I already knew this would happen, but for the people of Britannia, I will fight until the very last moment."

"Then, Your Majesty, please allow the princess..."

Ian still tried his best to convince King Uther of Morgan importance.

But King Uther responded calmly, "Ian, Morgan is my daughter. If I could pass the throne to her, wouldn't I want to?"

"But unfortunately, she is still far from the demeanor needed to be a king. I cannot entrust the task of resurrecting Britannia to her."

"But, Your Majesty, you clearly allowed her to go to the frontlines," Ian persisted.

"You are right."

King Uther sighed.

"She is, after all, my daughter... How could I bear to see her cry like that?"

[Despite being the king of Britannia, King Uther still had very human emotions.]

[You realize that perhaps all of Morgan's actions up until now have been within his watchful eyes.]

[But as a father, he allowed things to unfold.]

"I will hold the frontlines, until the very last moment."

King Uther handed his scabbard to Ian.

"I believe you are worthy of my trust."

"In the years to come, this lonely daughter will be entrusted to you."