Chapter 34: The Knight of Fame

Chapter 34: The Knight of Fame

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[Morgan is keeping you in suspense.]

[She must have some way of bringing into her hands the prestige you have been able to gain.]

[However, you don't mind this kind of thing.]

[After all, if you can help Morgan realize her wish, it is a good choice for you.]

You start to take action.

[You organize the city guards and have them actively check the city defenses.]

[You gather the refugees near the capital in the name of Britain and provide them with food and work.]

[You ask Morgan to create a seed with magic. Although it cannot completely offset the decline of the Age of Gods, after sowing it, the yield of the land is indeed higher than before.]

[You not only talk about it, but you also take the lead in these efforts, and everyone can feel your commitment.]

[Your already high status in the city continues to rise.]

[Every resident of the capital respects you greatly and speaks to you with honorifics.]

[Children begin to tell your story on the streets, raising branches to the sky and imitating you.]

[But you don't care about these things at all.]

[You are still the knight who is loyal only to Morgan, and this has never changed.]

[During the day, you sow seeds together with the refugees who have become laborers.]

[At night, you worked hard on Morgan's body.]

"My Lady, can you tell me now why you did this?"

"No."

Morgan's long, slender fingers stroked Ian's cheek, looking a little playful.

"It's not time for you to know yet."

"I understand, Princess."

"Yes." Morgan nodded, then leaned close to Ian's ear and blew gently.

"Tonight... I won't let you back down."

[You continue to follow Morgan's orders.]

[The scope of your activities widens, affecting more and more people.]

[You know this is all for Morgan, which keeps you motivated.]

[Many people join in your efforts, creating a scene of prosperity.]

[You realize that the illusion you and Morgan longed for seems to be becoming a reality in a subtle and slow way.]

"Uncle Ian!"

A group of little girls gathers around Ian, calling his name innocently.

"What's wrong?"

Ian bends down, smiling as he touches their heads.

"Sister over there."

One of the little girls points to a distant place.

"She wants to know why you are still alone. Aren't you lonely?"

"Well..."

Ian looks up in the direction the little girl is pointing and soon sees some figures ducking into a house.

That must be the "sisters" the little girl is talking about.

"Because he just likes being alone."

[A familiar voice sounds.]

[You turn around and see Morgan, who rarely appears on the street at this moment.]

[You realize she heard your conversation with the little girls just now.]

"Eh--?"

The little girl blinks her big, watery eyes, looking at Morgan, then at Ian.

"Uncle Ian, like someone?"

"Yes."

Morgan's mouth curls up slightly.

To others, it was a very standard royal smile, with nothing to complain about.

However, in Ian's eyes, that was not a friendly smile.

This premonition soon turns into reality.

Morgan just bends down with that smile.

"Children, go back and tell them if they bother the knight with such meaningless questions again."

"I will consider hanging them on the city walls and letting the eagles eat their bodies."

"Do you understand?"

Although Morgan says these words with a smile, the group of little girls feels a chill.

Not long after, they all run away.

As Morgan watches this scene, the smile on her face seems to become even softer.

Ian coughs lightly a few times, then bows very respectfully.

"Princess."

"Yes, Knight." Morgan nods in response.

Although the situation is tense and charged every night, the two of them maintain absolute restraint in this situation.

The peace between the knight and the princess cannot be made public.

But having said that, compared to Morgan, who is full of desire at night, Ian, who always maintains respect, feels much more comfortable.

"My Lady, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Knight, from your tone, it seems that you don't want to see me?"

"No." Ian shakes his head respectfully.

"My Lady, your arrival has brightened my mood for the whole day."

"Please let me do something for you in return."

"Yes." Morgan nods.

"Then knight, show me the land. I want to know what you have accomplished."

"As you command, Princess."

You have a legitimate reason.

[You bring the horse for Morgan.]

[With your assistance, she mounts the horse in an elegant manner, and you naturally lead the horse for her.]

[You both leave the city smoothly in a way that no one would suspect.]

Yep—

Yep—

The horse's hooves rise and fall on the road along the ridge.

"Here... they shouldn't be able to see us, right?" Morgan asks in a low voice while sitting on the horse.

"Yes, my lady."

Ian, holding the reins, responds quickly.

"We have come a long way, no one will see us."

"Then Ian, I order you." Morgan pulls the reins and stops the horse, "Get up now."

"...Okay."

Ian has extensive combat experience.

Even with another person sitting on the horse, it does not affect his action of getting on the horse at all.

"Hug me."

"Understood, Princess."

Ian puts his arms around Morgan's waist and, while holding the reins, also holds the petite girl in his arms.

A familiar fragrance drifts into Ian's nostrils.

He knows it is her scent, and he cannot help but take a few more breaths of it in enjoyment.

The wind blows through the sea of wheat, creating waves in the golden ears.

Morgan's voice also sounds quietly.

"Does it smell good?"

"Hmm." Ian does not hide his thoughts. "My Lady, you always make me so intoxicated."

"I hope you're not lying to me."

Morgan gives a faint smile.

"However, since you have gained so much pleasure from it, shouldn't you also leave something behind in exchange?"

"My Lady Princess, everything I have belongs to you. I don't know what else I can leave for you."

"Of course there are still some things that can be left." Morgan looks at the wheat field ahead, blown by the wind.

"I said, everything you have is mine, even your reputation."

"So—"

Morgan leans back a little, pressing against Ian's solid chest.

"Ian... I command you to marry me."

"Let me take away your reputation as well."

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