Chapter 3: At sunrise, you will die

Chapter 3: At sunrise, you will die

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The moonlight shone on Ian's firm skin, creating white flowing lines and outlining the most perfect muscle shape.

Coupled with his straightforward and undisguised words—

Even Morgan couldn't help but take a few more glances at the knight who dared to take off his armor in front of her.

She straightened her posture and returned to her usual cold demeanor.

Although still slightly drunk, Morgan maintained her dignity as a princess.

"Foolish knight, do you know what you are talking about?"

"My Lady, of course, I know." Ian did not avoid the question. "If my Lady did not hear me clearly, I can say it again."

"My Lady, if you wish, I can bring you a night of pleasure."

"But you are only a lowly knight."

Morgan looked directly at Ian.

"How do you know what level of pleasure I need?"

"My Lady, what I rely on is not knowing the degree of pleasure you need, but—"

Ian paused for a moment, then continued.

"I do my best to provide you with the greatest pleasure that I can."

"If I fail to satisfy your wishes in the future, it will be a symbol of my uselessness, and I am naturally unworthy of the position of knight."

"But I want to avoid all this."

[Ability affinity activated.]

[Morgan began to think about your words. Though presumptuous and filthy, at this moment, she felt they were a manifestation of a knight's loyalty.]

She hesitated.

[She began to feel that she really needed some pleasure to temporarily forget the pain from the party, and you, standing naked before her, were a good choice.]

[But Morgan did not promise you this.]

[She had an even better way to test loyalty.]

"Foolish knight, your frankness is limited to this moment. It is not true bravery."

Morgan said this as she got out of bed.

The princess walked to the side barefoot, and the black dress she wore to the banquet left an irregular trail behind her.

She reached out, took down the double-sided wine glass on the gilded platform, and the fine wine inside almost spilled out.

Under Ian's gaze, Morgan gently bit her finger and dripped her blood into the purple-red liquid.

Ripples appeared on the calm wine, striking at Ian's heartstrings.

Morgan walked towards him, handed over the wine glass, and said in a cold and ruthless tone:

"Foolish knight, since you have spoken words of so-called loyalty, I believe you have already made up your mind to die."

"Drink this wine, and you will die at sunrise."

"Of course, I allow you to make another choice—to admit that you lack courage and were just temporarily obsessed."

"Then you don't have to drink this cup of wine, but from now on, you are no longer a knight of Britain."

"And the next time I see you, if your feet are still on British soil, I will kill you myself."

Everything was still unfolding.

Morgan was not bluffing.

[As a princess of the British royal family, she was also a powerful magician.]

[She could guarantee that the prophecy of death at dawn was true.]

[She didn't think you had the courage. The so-called knight was just that.]

Looking at the bright wine and Morgan's almost mocking expression, Ian just smiled, took the glass from her without hesitation, and drank it all.

He turned the wine glass upside down, and no liquid fell out.

"Aren't you scared?!" Morgan looked at the empty wine glass with a distorted expression.

It could not be said that her prediction had completely failed, but it had nothing to do with the present.

"I'm not kidding. If you drink this glass of wine, you will die at sunrise!"

Hearing this, Ian laughed.

"Hahahahaha, Princess, of course, I know you're not in the mood to joke with me."

"So this is my most sincere answer—I fear death, but I fear more not being able to die as a knight beside the princess."

"My life is but a moment. If I can bring a night of pleasure to the princess, then I will die a worthy death!"

Under Morgan's shocked gaze, she felt herself fall onto the bed.

No matter how exquisite a dress is, it becomes extremely fragile when it needs to be torn.

Reality and fantasy intertwined, forming a bizarre scene.

[Morgan did not reject your words.]

[As a princess, she had an instinctive reaction.]

[She seemed to really need something to vent her feelings and forget about the pain you didn't know about.]

[She realized this seemed a bit unruly and tried to restrain herself, but she found she was enjoying it and couldn't help herself.]

"My Lady, you don't seem to be as resistant as I imagined..."

"Do not talk."

Morgan touched Ian's hand on his waist, her eyes filled with irresistible majesty.

"Foolish knight, you have no right to speak in front of me."

"Understood, Princess."

Morgan found enough amusement in you.

[She worried you would die before providing her with enough pleasure, so she prepared to secretly cast a spell on you.]

[But soon, she found there was no need. You were much tougher than she thought.]

[The talent is full of energy and activated.]

[In front of Morgan, your energy was endless.]

[Being controlled by Morgan didn't tire you.]

[Morgan's eyes changed when she looked at you.]

"Don't you know what it means to be tired?"

Morgan looked at Ian, who showed no signs of fatigue, feeling something unusual about him—after all, she was a little tired.

"My lady, a knight will never feel tired in front of the one he is loyal to." Ian replied respectfully, "I will only rest when you don't need me."

Morgan didn't respond to Ian.

She looked out the window.

It was dawn now. The sun would soon rise over Britain, and that would be the day Ian died.

"Don't you regret it?"

Morgan asked again.

"Your life is about to fade away, and all this is just to give me a moment of pleasure?"

"I will never regret it," Ian said firmly.

"..."

Silence, stillness.

"Kneel down," Morgan suddenly said.

Although he didn't know what Morgan wanted to do, Ian still half-knelt in front of her according to knightly etiquette.

"May I have your name?"

"Ian."

"Ian," Morgan said coldly.

"I never care about anyone, including my knight, so I will abandon you at any moment I think it is necessary."

"Even so, do you still want to be my knight?"

"It's like this every day and every night." Ian answered without hesitation.

"Really... then it seems I need to let you live until the moment you are abandoned by me."

Morgan said this and extended her hand towards Ian.

The sun shone again on Britain.

The naked princess won her most loyal knight with a simple kiss of the hand.

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