21. The camouflage weaved together

　　[Your and Morgan's plan is underway. ]

　　[You split up to collect information about the battle on the front line in the capital. ]

　　[In fact, the situation seems to be more serious than you think. ]

　　[Due to the slow transmission of information, the people in the royal capital are still very optimistic about the war on the front line. They even mistook Morgan's return for another meaning. ]

　　"Hey! The princess has returned from the front line! This war must be over soon!"

　　"That's for sure! Our king has gone to the battlefield himself! How could he not be able to defeat the demon dragon Vortigern!"

　　Hearing such words of trust in his father, King Uther, Morgan, who was riding a horse, would always show a sad expression.

　　After all, she was fully aware of the real situation.

　　At this time, Ian, who was also riding a war horse, would remind him softly:

　　"My Lady, you don't need to be sad. This is the people's trust in the king. You should be happy."

　　"But this trust will soon be gone, right?" Morgan looked at the people in front of her and replied, "Father, it has obviously been..."

　　Morgan didn't finish.

　　Obviously, even if she was sent back to the royal capital, she felt that her father, King Uther, was still capable of fighting.

　　"Then you should cheer up." Ian also looked at the people.

　　"Since the king may betray their trust, it is up to you, the princess, to rejuvenate this trust."

　　"This will give Britain a promising future."

　　Ian's words made Morgan feel a little better.

　　She waved the horse rope gently, allowing the horse under her to bypass the noisy crowd.

　　She remembered something and spoke again:

　　"Ian, you...won't betray me, right?"

　　"Of course not, unless—"

　　"Unless what?" Morgan's slender eyebrows frowned slightly.

　　She cares about this issue.

　　"Unless you need my betrayal, Your Majesty the Queen." Ian replied directly.

　　"..."

　　Morgan was silent for a while.

　　"I always feel like your words are a bit contradictory."

　　"But I don't hate it."

[You and Morgan continue to implement the plan. ]

　　[You concealed the real reason for returning to the capital from everyone, and started pretending to be a winner. ]

　　[You and Morgan rode their respective horses and threw gold coins on both sides of the road. ]

　　[Everyone has been deceived by your actions. The talk of returning victorious has become more and more popular in the capital, almost rivaling the truth. ]

　　[There are more and more bards singing psalms in praise of King Uther on the streets, and the aroma of wine often floats in the lanes in the clear day. ]

　　[It's just that you know it's all an illusion. ]

　　[Morgan also knows this very well. ]

　　[You are carrying out every step of the plan seriously, sealing off the news for fear of something going wrong. ]

　　[The more you realize the importance of each other in the plan, the more you understand that your fates are intertwined like twine. ]

　　[This takes your relationship a step further in an indescribable direction. ]

　　[During the day, you two are a noble princess and a loyal knight. ]

　　[At night, you are underground lovers who are on the verge of breaking out. ]

　　[Morgan enjoys playing with every part of your body. This is her rare relaxation time in the day. ]

　　[It's just that things can't always go so smoothly. ]

　　[The silent danger comes quietly. ]

　　The sun sets.

　　The afterglow of the sun casts its last oblique shadow on the land of the royal capital, and an orange-red light envelopes the land that has experienced time.

　　Ian is watching all this.

　　He stood in front of the city gate where he left the royal capital years ago - it still stood here today.

　　Nothing seems to have changed, but everything is already different.

　　Looking at the avenue at dusk, Ian had many thoughts in his mind.

　　However, he was not confused at all and knew what he should do now.

　　A running figure appeared not far away.

　　Ian, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, immediately judged that it was a knight who had returned from the front line.

　　He became alert.

　　"Stop." Ian stopped the knight, and then asked knowingly, "Where do you come from? What do you do?"

　　The knight was in awe of Ian's aura.

　　He immediately pulled the reins, stopped the horse, and then said anxiously:

　　"There is an emergency on the front line! I need to report it to the Queen immediately!"

　　"..."

　　Ian's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his face as calm as possible.

　　"What is it?"

　　[Talent·Knight Aura Trigger: Although you were told to report to Princess Morgan as soon as possible, under the influence of your aura, the knight in front of you still told you the matter. ]

　　[You learned about the unfavorable news on the front line from him. ]

　　[You realize that this is very dangerous for you and Morgan in every sense of the word. ]

　　[Once unfavorable news from the front line spreads in the capital, the identities you and Morgan have worked so hard to forge will be shattered in an instant. ]

　　[You will never allow that to happen - no one can destroy what Morgan deserves. ]

　　[You suddenly feel murderous. ]

　　[You lured the knight into the darkness and pierced his heart with your sword. ]

　　[You clean up all the traces, and let his horse run into the distance where he will never look back under your gaze. ]

　　[No one knows your behavior, but you understand that there must be further countermeasures. ]

　　[You are alert to everything around you until night falls. ]

　　[You avoided the attention of others, came to Morgan's room, and told her everything. ]

　　"Sure enough, he still came."

　　Morgan didn't panic.

　　It was an inevitable part of the plan she and Ian had hatched.

　　"Ian, have you dealt with it?"

　　"Yes." Ian nodded, "It has been buried, no one will find it."

　　Hearing this, Morgan's expression became a little complicated.

　　She bit her lip tightly, her blue eyes showing bursts of distress.

　　She reached out her hand, touched Ian's face, and gently wiped away the small blood stains on it.

　　"I'm sorry for asking you to do this to your colleagues again."

　　"It doesn't matter." Ian smiled slightly, "I am already a sinful person. Being able to continue walking as your chess piece, the princess, is already the most meaningful moment in my life."

　　"Ian, don't say that."

　　Morgan looked directly at this man who was obviously much taller than her, but was still willing to kneel in front of her and serve her.

　　She gently touched his weathered cheek.

　　"It is precisely because you are my pawn that you have to obey my orders."

　　"So I won't allow you to die without my order."

　　"My Lady Princess..."

　　Feeling the touch from the other person on his cheek, Ian's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't give up thinking.

　　"But we have to have further plans, right?"

　　"Yeah." Morgan nodded.

　　"Of course -"

　　"Ian, I want to kill that heir."

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