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Chapter 23. The Wise King Never Lets His Guard Down

Although it was morning, finding Morgan was not difficult.

As her most loyal knight, Ian knew her habits well.

At this time, she would be in the quiet garden, admiring the flowers.

And indeed, it was just as he expected.

Stepping out of the corridor, Ian immediately saw Morgan standing next to the garden, calmly observing the blooming flowers, with a few servants following her.

However, Morgan didn't seem to care much about the servants around her.

Compared to them, she seemed to prefer spending more time admiring the flowers before her.

"Princess."

As usual, Ian respectfully called her name.

This was not something difficult for him to accept—no matter how often she was beneath him, she was still his princess.

When she heard someone call her name, Morgan turned to look.

When she saw Ian, a fleeting wave of emotion appeared in her clear blue eyes, something barely noticeable.

"Leave us for a moment." She spoke to the servants around her.

"I have something to discuss with the knight."

"Yes."

The servants quickly withdrew, leaving only Morgan and Ian in the garden.

To outsiders, this might seem like a simple meeting between a princess and her knight.

However, before Ian could speak, Morgan addressed him, her voice tinged with displeasure:

"Why did you leave this morning without a word?"

"Because the princess was sleeping so soundly."

"But do you know how I felt when I woke up and found no one by my side?"

Morgan's eyes looked filled with a sense of sadness.

"I don't like that at all."

"But, Princess, if I hadn't left earlier..." Ian carefully glanced around, "it might have caused even more trouble."

"It's still early in the morning, there wouldn't have been a problem." Morgan plucked a flower and took a light sniff.

"Besides, I just wanted to hear you say good morning."

"Understood, Princess, it was my mistake." Ian replied promptly.

"Good. I'm glad you understand." Morgan's mood lightened a bit. "So, Ian, is there something you wanted to tell me?"

"You don't usually come at this time."

[You shared your findings about the other heir with Morgan.]

[You candidly expressed that something about it felt unusual.]

[How could no one in the court know the name of this heir?]

[Morgan didn't doubt your words, and she too tried to recall the heir favored by King Uther.]

Morgan placed one hand over her forehead, deeply focused as she tried to remember everything.

She closed her eyes and muttered a few words.

"Who was it again…"

[The situation seemed worse than you had thought.]

[Morgan recalled everything she had heard at the banquet and could still remember the feeling of disappointment from that day.]

[But only the information about this heir seemed to be like gold buried in sand—there were traces, but it was hard to uncover the identity.]

[She remembered there being someone like that, but couldn't recall any details related to them.]

[This situation made the very existence of this person a question worth pondering.]

[She also realized that the situation wasn't good.]

"Ian, is it the same for others?"

Morgan lowered her hand from her forehead and asked.

You could see small drops of sweat had formed on her soft silver hair, clearly indicating the strain the memories were causing her.

"Yes, Princess," Ian nodded in response, "Some of them are even worse off than you, with some completely forgetting about it."

"..."

Morgan's gaze once again drifted to the flowers, and her mood shifted entirely.

The flower she had just picked was immediately tossed to the ground.

"Ian."

"I think we may have been affected by Magecraft."

"Affected by Magecraft?"

"Yes." Morgan became serious. "This must be a type of Magecraft related to the mind."

"This…"

Ian had no doubts about Morgan's words.

Partly because of his loyalty;

Partly because of her strength;

Morgan was an outstanding Magus, and she had proven that many times over.

"Is it impossible to undo?"

"The time has been too long, the effects have already deeply ingrained in the mind."

"And... the one who cast this Magecraft is no weaker than I am."

Upon hearing Morgan's response, Ian suddenly realized something.

"Then, Princess, why would such a powerful Magus do this?"

"..."

Morgan fell silent.

Ian saw her appearance and immediately confirmed the answer.

"Princess, does this have to do with the king?"

"..."

Morgan bit her lip tightly, clearly having been touched on a painful subject.

Ian completely understood the emotions she was feeling.

King Uther should never have resorted to using this kind of Magecraft.

Because, for the Kingdom of Britannia, the king's children were a source of pride, worthy of national celebration—especially the descendants of King Uther, a wise king, who should have been carefully protected.

In Ian's memory, the banquet that night was so grand that he could never forget it.

But now, this heir had become something buried deep in the memories of everyone, concealed beneath a thick veil.

There was only one reason that could explain it all.

Perhaps—

King Uther had long considered his daughter Morgan's future actions.

He had chosen a way to prevent Morgan from approaching this heir—by making it buried in everyone's memories.

This wise king had never relaxed his vigilance with Morgan.

Once Ian realized this, he almost felt as if King Uther were somewhere above them in the palace, watching them both.

However, more than that, he was worried about Morgan beside him.

If she knew that King Uther's attitude had always been like this, she would…

Surprisingly, Morgan seemed very calm.

She only asked one question:

"Ian, do I really look that frightening?"

"Princess, at least not to me."

"Really?"

Morgan let out a cold smile, then said nothing more.

She turned her back and walked toward the other side of the garden.

Before leaving, she turned back, as if giving Ian an order:

"Ian, come early tonight."

"I want to quickly fall asleep."

[Morgan has still suffered some trauma.]

[She is increasingly demanding more from you, even giving you a kind of medicine that makes your body more excited.]

[But in her eyes, you don't see desire, only endless loneliness.]

[You know she is very sad, so you do your best, hoping in your own way to help her sleep more easily.]

[Every night, there are traces you leave behind in Morgan's room.]

[The plan has been temporarily put on hold.]

[However, you are still trying to protect the difficult-to-obtain relationship between the two of you.]

[This month, you have killed one person.]

[When you were handling the body, a young man pushed a cart close.]

[He was a handsome blonde teenager, whose appearance made the concept of gender seem blurred on him.]

[He greeted you.]