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

Chapter 51. She was sneaky but full of worries, while I was straightforward with nothing to fear.

[You didn't expect Morgan to bring this up.]

[Anyway, just a second ago, she was talking to you about the wheat fields.]

[Moreover, what's more important is—That kiss from Artorius happened quite a while ago.]

[How did Morgan figure this out?]

[You feel that something is off.]

"Princess, things may not be as you think, I..."

"Silence."

Before Ian could finish his sentence, Morgan pressed her slender finger to his lips.

"We'll talk later."

"My foolish knight—"

Morgan maintained her calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

However, Ian could feel her grip growing stronger on the back of his hand.

In a moment—

There would surely be another bloody storm.

[You guide Morgan toward Camelot.]

[She no longer talks about the wheat fields like before.]

[You've returned to the capital.]

[Under the admiring gaze of the public, you walk into the palace, and no one notices anything wrong.]

[You return to the room.]

[Everything in the room is just as it was when you left, as if nothing had changed.]

With a thud, the door to the room closed.

Morgan directly shoved Ian onto the bed.

She didn't even take off the luxurious gown she wore, but simply jump onto Ian.

She placed both hands on Ian's ears, and the soft bed sank, creating two indentations.

Her long, beautiful silver hair cascaded from her shoulders like willow branches, brushing against the knight's face.

Her full chest was wrapped in the cloak, outlining a smooth curve that caught the eye.

Her waist rose like an arch over Ian's waist, her hips slightly raised, making the cloak fall like a waterfall, brushing the edge of the bed.

Her left knee rested against the outer edge of the blanket on Ian's thigh, while her right knee tilted slightly forward, pushing into a more dangerous position.

"Go ahead, tell me who that bitch is."

Morgan's finger gently traced a line across Ian's lips, leaving a faint mark.

"Speak quickly, so I can kill her."

"Princess, please let me..."

"I don't want to hear it." Morgan's right knee pressed even harder.

"Ian, I want you to answer this question now."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Alright, alright!" Ian raised both hands high. "Princess, I'm saying it, I'll say it right now."

"It's Artorius."

Morgan's eyes widened for a moment, her pupils so deep it seemed like they could swallow Ian whole.

Her knee, positioned dangerously, applied strong pressure, and her entire body became hurried, losing the usual cold demeanor.

"Why her?!"

"Didn't you say you'd kill her the next time you saw her?!"

"..."

"..."

"Ian, why aren't you saying anything?" Morgan stared at the knight beneath her.

"Don't you feel pain?"

"Princess, of course, I feel pain." Ian's face was tense. "But Princess, if this method helps you calm down a little, I'll gladly accept it."

[Morgan hears your words.]

[She realizes she's become a little emotional.]

[She temporarily removes her knee from your two ball.]

[She looks at you.]

"Yeah, now I'm calm again."

Morgan adjusted her sitting position slightly, making herself seem less aggressive.

However, when looking at the knight beneath her, her gaze was still filled with anger.

"Say whatever you need to, while you can."

"Understood, Princess."

Ian wasn't afraid of Morgan's gaze.

"Princess, you're right."

"By your command, I should have killed Artorius when I saw her."

"But in reality, I couldn't do that—there's a powerful Magecraft protecting her."

Ian grasped Morgan's hand.

"Princess, I've seen petals identical to the ones before, perhaps that Magus is causing trouble again."

[Morgan doesn't doubt what you say.]

[From previous encounters, she has truly felt the power of the Magus she has never met.]

[Her attitude has softened somewhat.]

"Ian, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"Princess, if I wanted to lie to you, this reason would really be too weak."

Ian, still pressed on the bed, answered Morgan's question without changing his expression.

"I'll be honest with you, I've never met Artorius, clearly that would be a much better lie."

Grasping Ian's hand, Morgan slightly turned her face — a sign that she recognized her own mistake.

But she was always the type who knows her mistakes and silently corrects them, but never admit to being wrong.

"So why did she leave a hickey on your face?"

"Princess, I think I must be honest with you about one thing — Artorius is actually a girl influenced by Magecraft who believes she's a man, and it seems she has a special affection for me."

Ian said it plainly, and that made Morgan fall silent.

After a long pause, she hesitated before speaking again:

"So... because of this special affection, you willingly let her kiss you?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"Although you might not believe it, Princess, this was something she did when I wasn't prepared."

"I knew it."

Morgan sighed in relief.

"I knew you didn't have the guts to do that — that bitch, I'll find out everything and kill her!"

"Princess, may I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"You... actually don't know that someone left a hickey on my face, do you?"

If this were a deceptive question from Morgan, then everything would be explained.

Morgan sneered.

"What? You don't want me, as your wife, to ask these things?"

"No." Ian shook his head. "I didn't mean that."

"I just think we could trust each other more."

"..."

Morgan leaned forward, getting closer to Ian's face.

"Where did that bitch Artorius kiss you?"

"Maybe here…"

Ian covered a spot on his cheek — although there was no trace left, he still clearly remembered the spot.

"Ha." Morgan's eyes showed disdain.

"Look, she still knows how to be shy—"

"But I'm clearly open about it."

After saying this, Morgan lowered her head, took Ian's face in her hands, and kissed him on the lips.

The distance, both physically and emotionally, between the two of them gradually closed.

On the floor, the princess's cloak and the knight's everyday attire appeared.

The flame of desire, long extinguished, reignited in the room.

This was a relaxing tune before Morgan prepared to declare a few things.

But she was enjoying it so much that she couldn't pull away.