Simulator in Type-moon, Starting with becoming Morgan husband!

Chapter 50. Possession is still possession

[The knights gradually wake up.]

[They greet you one by one.]

[You respond to each of them, but your mind is preoccupied with something else.]

[You realize that Artorius's kiss has stirred a feeling of unease within you.]

[You are aware that this feeling is wrong.]

[You decide to bury it deep within yourself and never reveal it to anyone.]

[Finally, Kay admits that you are a good person.]

[He gifts you the horse he has raised for so long, as a token of appreciation for giving Dun Stallion to Artorius.]

[Before you depart, Kay sincerely apologizes to you.]

[He hopes that you can forget the unpleasant events that happened before.]

[Looking at his expression, you find it a little amusing—because in truth, you never really cared about those things.]

[But you also understand that this is the concern of an older brother for his younger sister.]

[You continue to maintain a facade, politely saying that you never bothered about those things.]

[This makes him believe that you are a magnanimous person, and his feelings of guilt over his earlier doubts about you only intensify.]

[Artorius does not come to see you off.]

[But you know it's only because she feels embarrassed after the kiss.]

[As expected, not long after, you spot her hiding behind a tree, watching you.]

[She also realizes that you've seen her.]

[The two of you smile at each other without saying anything further.]

[You and the knights who had just returned from the frontlines leave the village to the sound of farewells.]

[You leave the village behind.]

[You reach a forest—this place seems to be rarely visited.]

[In the forest, you stop.]

"Sir Ian, is something wrong?"

The knights look confused as they see Ian stop.

Ian turns around, placing one hand on the hilt of the sword at his side.

"It's nothing."

"I just need you to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"Well—"

Ian draws his sword from his side and points it directly at the injured knights in front of him.

"Could you please die here quietly?"

"What?!"

[You killed all the knights who were with you.]

[This was not difficult for you—after all, these knights were all injured. The only reason you hadn't acted earlier was because you feared that other knights might escape and witness what was happening.]

[But here, in the forest, that concern no longer mattered.]

[The reason you did this was simple.]

[You were not sure if Morgan's Magecraft could affect this group of "latecomers." Rather than risking them returning to the capital and exposing everything that you and Morgan had set up, it was better to eliminate them here.]

[Everything was for Morgan, but at the same time, it was also for you.]

Ian bent down, pulling his sword from the chest of the last knight, then dragged the bloodied corpse aside to hide it.

You had done this many times, to the point where the edges of your soul had been ground smooth, leaving nothing behind.

But if you were to say you felt no remorse, that would be a complete lie.

Injured, running thousands of miles, only to die at the hands of your own comrades.

The ending was indeed cruel.

But Ian had no choice but to do this.

"If you want revenge after death, come find me."

Ian wiped the blood off his face and sheathed his sword.

"This has nothing to do with the princess."

"I am willing to take full responsibility for my actions—but for now, I can't let you ruin everything."

The sound of hooves echoed.

Once again, Ian set off on his journey alone.

[You left the forest where you buried the knights' remains.]

[You continued to ride toward the capital.]

[This was a lonely journey, with only the cold wind and the sun as your companions.]

[You spent some time alone, through the days and nights.]

[However, you didn't mind it, since you had already endured much longer suffering.]

[One morning, you climbed over a mountain.]

[You were excited because you knew that if you went just a little further, you would see the outline of Camelot.]

[But what you didn't expect was to find an unexpected situation at the foot of the mountain.]

It was a wheat field.

Ian never expected to see a wheat field here—at least, when he left Camelot, he had never seen one here.

"Sir Ian!"

A voice called out from within the wheat field.

Soon after, a group of people from different directions gathered, standing before him.

"Finally, you've returned!"

"…"

Ian looked around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before him. When he saw a few familiar faces, he realized that these were the refugees who had once followed him.

"How did you all get here? Who told you to come here?"

"Yes, it was the princess who told us to settle here!" The group of refugees replied in unison.

"The princess?" Ian felt a bit suspicious.

"That's right... Is there something strange about that?"

A slender figure stepped out from the wheat field—it was Morgan.

"My husband had to go far away, and as his wife, shouldn't I take care of these matters?"

"Prin—"

The word almost escaped Ian's mouth, but he stiffened and swallowed it.

Given his position as "King Lot", addressing her as "princess" in such a public situation didn't seem quite appropriate.

However, Morgan handled the situation gracefully.

"Ian, my husband, I'm tired now. Please take me back to the castle."

"Alright, I understand."

[You helped Morgan onto the horse.]

[Under the farewell of the refugees, you and she slowly rode back toward Camelot.]

[The sound of hooves echoed on the field, leaving marks in the dirt.]

[You noticed the wheat stalks blooming on both sides.]

[You realized that Morgan had done quite a lot during your absence.]

"Princess."

Ian tightened the reins, glancing at the wheat stalks on either side, letting out a small sigh before asking Morgan, who was resting in his arms.

"Did you make all these wheat fields yourself?"

Morgan didn't answer the question directly. Instead, she began speaking about something that seemed unrelated.

"Ian, I think I told you that you're my property, right?"

"Yes, Princess, you did say that."

"Then—"

"Since you are already my property, everything that property produces is still mine."

Morgan's finger gently stroked the back of Ian's hand.

"Taking care of my property, isn't that the right thing to do?"

"Besides, Ian, don't you think that at this moment, complimenting me a little would be a sign of intelligence?"

Ian smiled and shook his head.

"No, Princess, there's nothing to praise here."

"Because in my heart, Princess is always the greatest, this is just a small matter."

"And if I had to praise everything like this that you'll handle in the future, I fear I would exhaust myself."

"Your sweet words are still as sharp as ever."

"However—"

Morgan's finger gently pinched a small piece of skin on Ian's hand and tweaked it.

"I hope you'd better explain one thing now."

"Which slut dared to leave a kiss on your face?"