Chapter 9: The invincible princess?

Chapter 9: The invincible princess?

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Ian believed what he saw.

Morgan was sitting on a white horse, still wearing the royal court attire. She looked dignified and majestic.

But one thing was very striking: there were no knights following her, which is why Ian was able to see her at first sight.

However, that's not why she should be here.

Regardless of her identity as a magician or her status as a princess, Morgan should not be here for both moral and logical reasons.

This would expose her to many unnecessary risks.

Unless--

Morgan had a reason to do this.

[The most loyal knights often have the sharpest eyes.]

[You soon discover that King Uther is not among the enemy troops.]

[You realize Morgan's intention—she wants to demonstrate her capability in front of King Uther.]

[Although you don't understand why she would do this, you know you want to fulfill all her wishes.]

[You are her most loyal knight; her wish is your wish.]

[The troops you lead begin to retreat step by step, while the troops led by Morgan advance triumphantly with great momentum.]

[This princess, on her first expedition, becomes a star in front of everyone. She is praised by the British people as a sharp blade that cuts off claws and teeth. She is your natural enemy and nemesis.]

[But only you know that all this is the result of your deliberate miscommands.]

[You don't expect her to understand this; you just hope it can help her.]

[The army's losses begin to grow, and some start to suspect you. Your previous abnormal behavior is also discovered by those with ulterior motives and reported to Vortigern.]

[But instead of blaming you, Vortigern executes the reporter for disturbing the army's morale.]

[He does not blame you for the failure, saying only that the situation on the battlefield is often unpredictable, and victory or defeat is temporary.]

[You realize that Vortigern is not the stubborn, arbitrary, and despotic king he is rumored to be in Britain.]

[But you do not waver, because you know you will only be loyal to Morgan.]

[Yet you often wonder, if you had met Vortigern earlier, would the result have been different?]

In a British Army camp, King Uther was listening to the report of the knight in front of him.

"Your Majesty, thanks to your grace, the princess has won a series of victories and has recovered more than half of the lost territory."

"Your bloodline will continue to shine brightly across Britain even in later generations."

However, when King Uther heard the knight's praise of Morgan, he did not show a happy expression but instead looked a little heavy.

As the King of Britain, he seemed to have noticed something.

He stood up and asked the knight in front of him a slightly strange question.

"The troops that Morgan defeated these times are the same, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the knight replied respectfully. "Your Highness defeated Vortigern's minions. Before this, no one could stop him."

"Her performance is excellent, and your teaching is extremely successful. We will definitely win."

King Uther turned his back and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a hint of disappointment—Morgan's victory didn't seem to be a good thing for him.

"Knight."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"I have issued an order for Morgan to relinquish command of the troops and be transferred away from the front line today."

"W-what?!"

The knight couldn't believe what he heard—the king asked his daughter, who had made great military achievements, to give up command of the troops?

Has the king become less wise with age?

Although he had many doubts, the knight still maintained respect for King Uther.

"Your Majesty, your decisions are always correct and wise."

"But Her Majesty has already made great contributions in the war. Isn't it a bit too much to transfer her away now?"

King Uther turned around and looked at the hesitant knight.

He is no longer young.

But this doesn't mean he is becoming stupid.

"Knight, Morgan is my daughter. I know her better than you do."

"Don't be suspicious, just do it."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

King Uther sighed as he watched the knight leave.

Wanting to be the king at the top without having enough qualities to support it—tragedy often stems from such thoughts.

If this source is not eradicated, there will be endless disasters in the future.

But—

After all, she is my daughter.

Even a wise man like King Uther could not avoid mixing in his own emotions.

[Things are starting to get a little weird.]

[You find that the troops led by Morgan, who were initially aggressive, are gradually retreating, as if they were the ones defeated on the battlefield.]

[You realize that something may have happened that you are not aware of.]

[You begin to investigate secretly.]

[This is not a secret that cannot be told. You soon learn that Morgan has been transferred away from the front line by King Uther and will leave in a few days.]

[You totally don't understand why King Uther would do this—this is clearly a good opportunity for Morgan to make a name for herself in Britain.]

[You soon realize that you can't just sit and wait. You won't allow Morgan's wish to end here, even if the one ending it is her father, King Uther.]

You have a new plan—a plan that risks your life.

Under the moonlight, Ian was walking inside the military camp.

At his waist was the long sword Morgan had given him when they parted—she had told him he could only use the sword to kill Vortigern.

And tonight is that moment.

Although he felt the timing was not as mature as he had hoped and the action not covert enough, Ian knew he didn't have time.

If he didn't kill Vortigern before Morgan was transferred from the front line and dedicate all the achievements to her, she would never be recognized.

That is not what he wants to see.

As a loyal knight, he would not allow Morgan's future to deviate from her wishes.

[You come to the tent where Vortigern usually rests.]

[Although you have been defeated by Morgan many times, no one is surprised by your current behavior because of your previous achievements.]

[You grip the long sword at your waist tightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Vortigern.]

[But things don't turn out as you imagined.]

[After you open the curtain, you find no one inside.]

[At that moment, a figure appears behind you.]

A sigh was heard.

"Young man, you finally chose this path."

"I feel sorry for you."

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