Chapter 22: The knight should do dishonorable things for the princess

Chapter 22: The knight should do dishonorable things for the princess

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It had finally come to this.

Ian looked at Morgan in front of him and remained silent.

This attitude made Morgan pinch his face, and she spoke in a dissatisfied tone:

"Why? Ian, are you planning to reject me like this?"

"No." Ian smiled slightly. "My Lady, I have never refused your orders, have I?"

"Then why don't you speak?"

"Because, Princess, you only thought of this now, which is a little surprising to me."

Morgan turned his face away and replied to Ian in a rather helpless tone.

"Isn't this natural? No matter what, he is still a member of the same clan as me, with the same blood in his bones. If it were possible, I wouldn't want to do it either."

Ian nodded.

"Yes, Princess, you are indeed at your wits' end. Then leave this ignominious task to me. That heir has no blood relationship with me. I will not show mercy."

"Yeah." Morgan took Ian's hand.

"You have to be careful... You are the only one left by my side, and you can't let anything happen to you."

Out of caution, Morgan only had Ian, an absolutely loyal knight, by her side.

No one doubted this—because the two showed a strong sense of propriety in public.

No one could have imagined that the elegant princess and the heroic knight actually had such an unclean relationship that crossed the line in private.

"I will, Princess. Thank you for your concern."

Morgan seemed to be in a much better mood.

She stood up and turned in front of Ian.

"Ian, do you feel anything different about me today?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded and replied.

"The cuffs of your clothes have been altered a little bit. Judging by the way the needle and thread are woven, which I have never seen before, it must have been sewn by a new maid."

"The belt around your waist has been cut off by about one eighth. I think your body is now slimmer than before."

"You seem to have removed all the extra decorations from your skirt, but I don't know why you did that."

After hearing Ian's conclusions, Morgan's face was filled with surprise.

"Ian, how did you know that? Do you usually spy on me?"

"No." Ian shook his head. "Because the princess asked me to answer what was different about you today, so I tried my best to think about it."

"Then you should also leave something for me to reveal to you." Morgan supported her waist with her hands.

"I am angry."

"Today, I will punish you severely."

Morgan kept her word.

[She orders you to hug her from behind, and the two of you stand in front of the mirror together.]

[She, who is in front, orders you to stand up straight immediately, but other than that, you are not allowed to do anything she doesn't mention.]

[Although the Yellow Dragon can soar into the sky, it can also be trapped in a narrow space.]

[You can feel that you have been oppressed in a way that is not so fair.]

[You also know that a little further up is the nest where the yellow dragon should return.]

[But Morgan doesn't allow you to think about these things. She wants to keep your thoughts under control.]

"Does it feel uncomfortable?" Morgan looked at herself and stroked Ian's hand on her waist.

"A little bit." Ian answered Morgan's question very honestly.

"My Lady, you seem to have found a remarkable way to punish me."

"This is just the beginning, Ian."

Morgan took the wine from the side, gently wet her fingers with it, and then licked the wine off them with her tongue.

The fingers stained with the scent of wine clamped the knight's sword that passed through the narrow gap.

The princess grasped the sword that only she could use, her eyes full of desire for control.

"Ian, it belongs to me, so if you want to use it for anything, you have to get my permission."

"…"

"…"

"My Lady, I was wrong. Can you let me go?"

"Does this mean you're wrong?"

"Yes, I'm completely defeated."

"Okay, then as the loser, you just stand by the bed tonight." Morgan raised her head and showed the satisfied smile of a winner.

"Good night."

[Morgan is certainly not that cruel. She just likes to play with your body, which makes her happy.]

[After seeing you really standing there motionless like a stone statue, she was satisfied and then allowed you to get on the big bed.]

[However, she did not allow you to leave the testimony of the meeting where you usually leave it today.]

[Instead, she allowed you to confide it somewhere else.]

[You had a great evening.]

[Morgan fell asleep peacefully beside you.]

[In the morning, you wake up very early.]

[Looking at Morgan who is still sleeping soundly, you don't have the heart to wake her up.]

[You tidy up your clothes and erase all traces of having been here.]

[You took one last look at her sleeping face, covered her with the quilt, and quietly left the room.]

[It was dawn now, and the royal court was silent. You went outside for a walk, and then returned here when it was almost time.]

[The guards saluted you and gave you respectful looks.]

[You know that in their hearts, you are still the knight who accompanied the princess back with honor.]

[This further strengthens your determination to kill the other heir who is preventing Morgan from becoming king.]

[This is for Morgan, and for yourself.]

[You decide to research some useful information on your own first, and then have a deeper discussion with Morgan after she wakes up.]

[However, things don't seem to be going as smoothly as you imagined.]

"Another son of the king! Oh, I know! His name is...eh? What's his name?"

"A new offspring! I understand! It's the princess's... um? A younger brother, or a younger sister? No, why can't I remember?"

It could barely be considered a coincidence that one or two knights gave such an answer.

But Ian found that no matter who he asked in the royal court, the answers they gave were all the same, although they seemed to be very different.

This seems to be hinting at one thing:

The king's new offspring does exist.

but--

Now no one remembers its name.

In that case, how can we get rid of a person no one knows for Morgan?

Ian suppressed his inner thoughts and calmly thanked the knight in front of him.

"Oh...really?"

"If you can't remember it, don't think about it. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard!"

After saying goodbye to the knight, Ian looked around vigilantly.

Normally, he wouldn't go to Morgan's room so early in the morning.

But now it seems.

It seems that this routine needs to be broken temporarily.　　

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