31. Opportunity to explain to the princess

　　[Morgan looked at you holding the scarf and didn't have an attack on the spot. ]

　　[She just turned around silently and quickly disappeared into the crowd, as if she had never appeared before. ]

　　[You realize something is wrong. ]

　　[You wrapped Artolis's "scarf" and then hurried to the room where Morgan was. ]

　　The moonlight fell on the corridor of the royal court, giving Ian a faint layer of white.

　　He bypassed all eyes that might discover his relationship with Morgan and came to her door.

　　Dong dong dong——

　　Ian knocked on the door as usual.

　　But Morgan didn't open the door as usual.

　　Dong dong dong——

　　Ian knocked on the door again.

　　[You knocked on the door many times, but Morgan ignored you. ]

　　[You realize that continuing like this is not the answer. ]

　　[You decide to change your strategy a little. ]

　　It was completely silent outside the door, not even a sound was heard.

　　Of course, Ian didn't leave.

　　He just stood in the doorway of Morgan's room without saying a word - he wouldn't leave until Morgan ordered him to leave.

　　After being silent for a long time.

　　The door to the room opened.

　　Morgan, wearing a tulle outfit, poked his head out, and then caught a glimpse of Ian waiting in front of the door.

　　He smiled and said: "My Lady, I finally see you."

　　Morgan immediately realized that he had fallen into Ian's "trap."

　　She turned around and wanted to close the door, but was blocked by Ian with his hand.

　　"My Lady, please give me a chance to explain, okay?"

　　"A chance to explain?"

　　The corner of Morgan's mouth raised a slight arc.

　　"Okay, Ian, you said it yourself."

　　[You were brought into the room by Morgan. ]

　　[The door closes again, leaving you two alone. ]

　　[But you obviously feel that something is not right about the atmosphere. ]

　　Morgan was still wearing the same tulle that showed off her figure, and the faint glow of the moonlight and candlelight fell on her body from the other side.

　　The curve of the body under the tulle is vividly outlined by this light, without any remaining parts.

　　This is a very subtle feeling.

　　Although nothing can be seen on the surface, it seems like everything can be seen visually.

　　Ian knew that this was definitely not the result that Morgan showed occasionally, but a strategy that she had already learned by heart.

　　"Sit down."

　　Morgan patted the place beside her,

　　"..."

　　Ian did not refuse Morgan's request.

　　[You sat in the seat designated by Morgan. ]

　　[However, before you could feel the softness of the bed, Morgan's feet landed directly in front of you. ]

　　[Her strength is neither too strong nor too weak. While using her heels to make you feel the unbearable weight of life, she does not put enough pressure on you to kill the dragon. ]

　　[The pressure of life and death that the Sword of Damocles can exert is probably only to this extent. ]

　　[She gestured for you to come closer to her, then hooked your chin with her fingers at just the right position, and spoke in a lukewarm tone. ]

　　"Ian, you are my knight, right?"

　　"Yes, my lady." Ian looked directly at Morgan, "I will always be your most loyal knight."

　　"Then why do you have so much fun chatting with other women?"

　　"She's not your princess, right?"

　　Morgan's fingers made gentle gestures on Ian's chin.

　　"Ian, answer me seriously, you don't want anything important to break, do you?"

　　As he spoke, Morgan put a little more force on his heels.

　　A little cold sweat broke out on Ian's forehead.

　　But he didn't panic - because he knew how to explain it.

　　[You confessed to Morgan that it was Artolis, and once again emphasized the fact that he was male. ]

　　[This is just a farewell for you and a junior with whom you get along opportunistically. ]

　　[But Morgan didn't let you go. ]

　　The princess' slender fingers gently wiped the knight's chin.

　　Ian also felt a real pressure - love coming from Morgan's heels.

"Ian, I don't want to do this either, but you don't seem very honest."

　　"If that was a man, why did he give you a scarf?"

　　Sure enough, she asked about the scarf.

　　But Ian didn't panic at all - because he really didn't have any thoughts about Artolis.

　　"My Lady, your observation skills are indeed keen."

　　"But--"

　　"Maybe you need to look at that scarf first."

　　[You take out the scarf Artoris gave you. ]

　　[Morgan took it into his hand and looked at it for a long time. ]

　　[As you watch, she places it over the flame of the candlestick and burns it clean. ]

　　"Ugly."

　　Morgan's voice sounded, and the burning embers and stench disappeared.

　　"I don't like it at all. Don't let me see you get this kind of thing from any girl again."

　　"Besides--"

　　"Not even men."

　　"People of unknown gender are also not allowed."

　　At this point, Ian knew that the unfinished scarf had indeed convinced Morgan of his own words.

　　"Okay, my lady." He smiled slightly, "I will pay attention to it in the future."

　　[Morgan lets you go for now. ]

　　[Her heels relax a little, no longer causing you to feel as much pressure as before. ]

　　[However, her inquiry did not end there. ]

　　"Ian." Morgan leaned forward slightly.

　　"But didn't you say that the man named Artolis might have seen something he shouldn't have seen?"

　　Ian nodded.

　　"Yes, my lady."

　　"I did think so before, but after actual communication, I found that he didn't notice what I did at that time at all."

　　"And there were some mistakes, I have to confess to you."

　　"oh--?"

　　Morgan traced her fingers along the edge of Ian's cheek.

　　"Tell me, what is it?"

　　Ian took a deep breath and said in an apologetic tone:

　　"His appearance is somewhat similar to yours, I really can't put my finger on it."

　　Hearing this, Morgan pursed her lips and smiled.

　　"Ian, are you trying to say you see me in him?"

　　"Yes, Your Majesty, you are right. This is why I didn't take action."

　　Ian looked so sincere that Morgan had no way of doubting what he said.

　　She slowly moved her heels away from Ian.

　　"Ian, if that's the case, you should kill him."

　　"Something similar to me, that's a potential threat."

　　"Yes, Your Majesty, now that I think about it, I really should have done this." Ian did not deny his mistake.

　　"I am willing to accept any punishment."

　　"Punishment?"

　　Morgan stood up.

　　Under the moonlight, with her graceful figure and smooth skin, she looked like a unique elf dancing in the world.

　　"Well, I really should give you some punishment."

　　Morgan turned back and took Ian's hand.

　　"I'll punish you to accompany me to sit on my father's throne for a while."

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