22. A knight should do something dishonorable for the princess

Fate 22

　　We have finally reached this point.

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

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

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

　　"No." Ian smiled slightly, "My Lady, I have never refused your order, have I not?"

　　"Then why don't you speak?"

　　"Because, Princess, you only thought of this now, which surprised me a little bit."

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

　　"Isn't this a matter of course? No matter how you say it, you are still a kin of me, with the same blood flowing in your bones."

　　"if it is possible--"

　　"I don't want to do anything either."

　　Ian nodded.

　　"Yes, my lady, you are indeed at your wits end."

　　"Then leave this disgraceful matter to me."

　　"That heir is not related to me by blood, and 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, you can't have any accidents."

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

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

　　No one would have thought that the elegant princess and the heroic knight would have such an unholy relationship that crossed the line in private.

　　"I will, my lady, thank you for your concern."

　　"Yeah." Morgan's mood seemed much better.

　　She stood up and turned around in front of Ian.

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

　　"Yes, Your Majesty." Ian nodded and then replied.

　　"The cuffs of your clothes have been modified a bit. Judging from the unprecedented weaving method of the needle and thread, it must have been sewn for you by a new maid."

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

　　"It seems that all the extra decorations have been removed from the hem of your skirt, but I haven't figured out why yet."

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

　　"Ian, how did you know that? Are you always spying on me?"

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

　　"Then you should leave something for me to reveal to you." Morgan put her hands on her hips.

　　"I am angry."

　　"Today, I will punish you well."

[Morgan does what she says. ]

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

　　[She in front orders you to stand up straighter immediately, but other than that, you are not allowed to do anything other than what she mentioned. ]

　　[Although your dragon can soar into the sky, there are times when he is trapped in a narrow space. ]

　　[You can feel that you have suffered some unfair oppression. ]

　　[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 tightly control your thoughts. ]

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

　　"Indeed." Ian answered Morgan's question very honestly.

　　"My Lady, you seem to have found an amazing way to punish me."

　　"This is just the beginning, Ian."

　　Morgan took the wine from the side, lightly wetted her fingers with it, and then licked the wine on it with her tongue.

　　Fingers smelling of wine clamped the knight's sword that passed through the narrow gap.

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

　　"Ian, it belongs to me, so if you want to do anything with it, you have to ask for my permission."

　　"..."

　　"..."

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

　　"Does this make you admit your mistake?"

　　"Yeah, I'm a total loser."

　　"Well, as the loser, you can just stand by the bed tonight." Morgan raised his head and showed the satisfied smile of a winner.

　　"Good night."

　　[Of course Morgan is not so cruel, she just likes to play with your body, which makes her feel 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. ]

　　[But instead, she allows you to blow it in another place. ]

　　[You guys had a great night. ]

　　[Morgan sleeps peacefully next to you. ]

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

　　[Looking at Morgan who is still sleeping soundly, you can't bear to wake her up. ]

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

　　[You take one last look at her sleeping face, cover her with a quilt, and leave the room quietly. ]

　　[It was dawn at this moment, and the royal court was silent. You went outside and walked around, and then returned here when it was almost time. ]

　　[The guards salute you and look at you with respect. ]

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

　　[This 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 investigate 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 go as smoothly as you imagined. ]

　　"The king's other heir! Oh, I know! His name is... eh? What's his name?"

　　"The new heir! I understand! Is it the princess's... huh? Brother, or sister? No, why can't I remember?"

　　It can barely be considered an accident 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 seemed to be completely different.

　　This seems to be vaguely revealing one thing:

　　The king's new heir does exist.

　　but--

　　Now no one remembers his name.

　　In this case, how can we get rid of an existence where no one knows who he is?

　　Ian restrained his inner thoughts and silently thanked the knight in front of him.

　　"Oh...really?"

　　"Then if you can't remember it, there's no need to think about it. Thank you for your hard work."

　　"It's not hard work!"

　　Farewell to the knight, Ian looked around warily.

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

　　But now it seems.

　　This routine seems to be temporarily broken.

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