Simulator in Type-moon, Starting with becoming Morgan husband!

Chapter 2: My Princess, I Cannot Bear to See You Sad

[The princess bedroom door is wide open, allowing a glimpse inside. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of fine wine.]

[Harboring dark thoughts, you step into Princess Morgan's bedroom.]

[You see her, utterly drunk, lying on her side on a bed draped with silk sheets embroidered with noble patterns. Her pale pink lips still glisten with drops of red wine.]

[You freeze, for this is the first time you've seen Morgan like this. In your memory, she has always been cold and unapproachable.]

[You move closer and make a decision that will change your life forever.]

Though all of this played out as words reverberating in Ian's mind, he could vividly feel the memories of those actions flooding into him.

The luxurious wool carpet spread across the princess's floor;

The intoxicating aroma of high-quality wine saturating the air;

And Morgan—lying on her side, her breath faintly tinged with alcohol—all of it felt unnervingly real.

Ian tried to think of every word to describe his emotions.

But in the end, only two words remained: "absolute beauty."

Indeed, everything defied description.

If the girl Ian had accidentally bumped into back in Chaldea was a 60 on his scale, then the Morgan before him was a perfect 100. Ian couldn't believe anyone in the world could ignore her allure.

This, perhaps, was the kind of serendipity people often spoke of.

After a moment of silent admiration, the story continued.

[You touch Morgan hand and find it impossible to pull away. Even in her drunken state, she feels your touch.]

[Morgan opens her eyes. But instead of reprimanding or questioning you, she asks something utterly unexpected.]

"Am I beautiful?"

That question, along with the sensation of her hand in his, resonated deeply in Ian's mind.

Morgan, now somewhat sobered, gazed at Ian with her deep ocean-like blue eyes, still wearing her knightly armor.

She didn't seem concerned about why Ian was there or what had compelled him to act as he did.

The only thing that seemed to matter to her was the answer to her question.

"Am I beautiful?"

Ian, despite knowing his actions had overstepped his role, responded with genuine sincerity.

"Princess Morgan, to answer your question, I must say that you are truly beautiful."

"No one in all of Britannia could possibly compare to the grace you exude."

Everything unfolded naturally, without hesitation or pretense.

[Talent "Affinity" Activated]

[Morgan completely believes your words, but she sinks deeper into her sorrow. It seems she doesn't appreciate being described as "grace."]

[Morgan brushes your hand away, wrapping her arms around her legs and curling up on the bed without saying a word.]

[You sense that her mood is tied to the grand banquet earlier.]

Ian took a deep breath, choosing to take a risk by speaking.

"Princess, have you encountered something troubling? If I can understand it, perhaps I can find a way to help."

Hearing his words, Morgan raised her head.

In her youthful, vibrant demeanor, she stared at Ian, the naive knight before her, and suddenly gave a cold smile.

"Do you seek to atone?"

"Princess, that thought did cross my mind," Ian admitted candidly. "But above all, I want to understand why you are so sorrowful."

"It has nothing to do with you," Morgan replied icily.

"Foolish knight, don't overstep. The fact that you're even standing here is thanks to the great King Uther's grace and that damned wine."

"But Princess, I have not overstepped," Ian said firmly, placing a hand on the hilt of his cruciform sword.

"This is my duty as your knight—to fulfill it with unwavering loyalty."

[Simulation continues.]

[Morgan remains silent at your declaration of loyalty.]

[Your words seem to stir something within her. She appears as though she wants to say something but ultimately chooses to remain quiet.]

[A hidden concern weighs heavily on her.]

[You wait for a long time, realizing that you cannot let this situation drag on.]

[You decide to encourage her, hoping to draw out her true feelings.]

[You succeed.]

[She prepares to ask you a question that will shape your destiny.]

Morgan gazed at Ian, her eyes still tinged with hesitation.

"I ask you this," she said, her voice steady but probing. "You just swore, as a knight, that you are loyal to me, correct?"

"Yes, Princess," Ian answered without hesitation. "To serve you and fight for you is the greatest honor a knight like me could ever achieve."

These oaths came effortlessly to him, as though they were second nature.

They were memories woven into his identity—after all, in this simulation, he had lived his entire life as a knight.

The pledge of loyalty was as ingrained in him as breathing.

"Well then—"

Morgan looked around. In the spacious room, there was now only her, drunk, and this ungrateful knight.

Moonlight streamed through the glass window beside her, shattering into colorful streaks on the ground.

Dark clouds passed by.

The room plunged into darkness.

Morgan voice resonated in this fleeting moment:

"But if someday in the future, I am not the heir to the throne of Britannia, and another king sits on the throne instead."

"You, would you still pledge your loyalty to me?"

Ian never expected Morgan to say such words at this moment. He was taken aback, unable to respond immediately.

The dark clouds cleared.

Morgan face was once again illuminated by the moonlight—but now it bore an almost shattered expression.

"So everything was merely lofty, empty promises… I never truly possessed anything at all."

The princess voice was filled with sorrow, anxiety and pain.

[Due to your moment of hesitation, Morgan sank into an endless sorrow.]

[You realized you had made a grave mistake and wanted to make amends, but it was all in vain.]

[Morgan began to spiral into extreme self-doubt, teetering on the brink of madness.]

[You didn't understand why she became like this after the banquet, but you knew that allowing this to continue was not an option. You tried to find a way to temporarily ease her pain.]

Looking at Morgan before him, sometimes coldly laughing, sometimes sobbing, Ian knew he couldn't just stand idly by and watch her like this—her sorrow stemmed from his hesitation, so it was up to him to end it all.

A few metallic "clang" sounds echoed.

The knight's armor fell to the ground, creating a resounding noise.

"You foolish knight, what are you doing?!"

Even in her near-mad state, Morgan still retained a sliver of minimal sanity.

But Ian didn't stop.

He took a deep breath, as if stepping onto a battlefield.

"Princess, I cannot stand to see you sad."

"Even if you might execute me later, I still want to do my utmost to help ease the pain in your heart."