Chapter 32: Chapter 32. A Night's Journey Under the Protection of Magecraft
Chapter 32. A Night's Journey Under the Protection of Magecraft
"I understand, Princess."
Looking at Morgan in front of him, Ian responded directly.
"Ian, aren't you going to hesitate for a moment?" Morgan looked at her knight, who had answered almost immediately without thinking.
"That's my father's throne," she said.
"Yes, I know it's the king's throne."
"But it's also the place where the princess desires to be, right?"
Ian smiled mischievously.
"Someone also had to escort you there, didn't they?"
[Morgan didn't say anything else.]
[In her thin dress, she took your hand, and the two of you left the room together.]
[At some point, Morgan had used a Magecraft of her own design, making the silhouettes of the two of you blend into the full moon's light, even while simply holding hands and walking through the dark.]
[The two of you arrived in the palace corridor.]
[The moonlight sparkled, and she slowed her steps a little.]
"Ian."
"Yes, Princess."
"This is the first time we've been here at night, isn't it?" Morgan looked out at the moonlit flower garden and asked.
"You're not mistaken, Princess."
The truth was, aside from Morgan's room, the two of them had never been anywhere else.
After all, if they weren't careful, others might discover the relationship between the knight and the princess, and things would become uncontrollable.
However, Ian knew there was no need to bring that up—both answers were neither right nor wrong.
"Ian, answer me that question again."
Morgan turned around, her deep blue eyes staring directly at Ian.
"Between me and these flowers, who is more beautiful?"
"I don't want to hear the same answer as before."
"This is very clear." Ian smiled lightly, "Of course, the princess is more beautiful."
"Why?"
"Because you are like a flower, walking beneath the moonlight." Ian didn't avert his gaze from Morgan.
"But I can only focus on you, not the flowers."
Morgan smiled alluringly.
"Ian, that's a completely different answer from before. Have you changed in your heart?"
"Princess, it's not like that." Ian replied calmly.
"When the sun of Britannia rises, you shine like it. That light makes all the poems praising your beauty feel obsolete, and so your beauty can only be buried in my heart."
"And when the sun of Britannia rests, I no longer need to sing those praises. Your beauty is the brightest light under this night."
Morgan smiled with satisfaction.
"Ian, your lies are becoming sweeter and sweeter."
"However, there is one thing. I think I need to correct you a little."
"The sun of Britannia is something that will never set. It merely moves to another land."
"Princess, you are right."
[The conversation between Morgan and the flowers temporarily came to an end.]
[She took your hand and walked through the long corridors of the palace.]
[Countless rooms gradually passed by you, silently recounting the grandeur of Camelot.]
[After the interplay of light and shadow, you and Morgan stopped before a large door.]
[You had never been allowed to enter this place, but you knew well that behind this door was where the throne sat.]
[You understood clearly what you were facing.]
"Ian." Morgan looked at the massive door before them, her deep blue eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
"Do you know what lies behind this door?"
"I know, Princess." Ian also looked towards it.
"It's where you've always dreamed of, and where you will sit."
"It's surprising that you've always thought this way."
The princess's white hand gently brushed over the door.
Although King Uther hadn't opened this door in a long time, those with special permission still took care of this place, the symbol of royal power.
Therefore, Morgan didn't feel any dust—though if there were, she wouldn't have minded.
"Clearly, no one thinks like this…"
"That's because the people still haven't seen your leadership. Once they understand your vision, they will awaken."
"So, Princess…"
Ian placed his hand on the large door—an act clearly going beyond the limits of his position.
"I will open this door for you."
[The heavy door gradually began to open under your push.]
[The path of the door traced a quarter-circle on the ground.]
[You knew that you were doing something that could endanger your life, but you did not resent it.]
[Because you knew this was what Morgan needed.]
[This time, it was your turn to take Morgan's hand and lead her into the place she had imagined countless times.]
"Princess, we've entered." Ian announced.
Morgan looked at everything before her, bathed in moonlight, and after a long while, spoke a single sentence.
"Ian, do you understand the meaning of what you just did?"
"I understand." Ian nodded in response.
"A knight who doesn't know his place, intruding into the royal assembly at midnight."
"And, Princess, you are the smart one who noticed all of this."
[Morgan fully understood your intentions—she knew that once discovered, you would immediately take responsibility.]
[But she didn't need you to do that.]
[She was confident in her Magecraft, not thinking that either of you would be discovered by anyone.]
[However, you also realized something.]
[You noticed that her gaze was always fixed on the throne not far away.]
[You understood her thoughts.]
[You knew this was the moment you had to help her.]
Morgan's gaze remained fixed on the throne where King Uther once sat.
She could feel her heart beating strongly, each beat so clear that it felt as though it might separate from her chest at any moment.
Morgan knew she was perhaps a little too passionate.
But she also knew that this very passion was the solid foundation that supported her soul.
Because, in the end, someone would become king.
So why shouldn't it be her?
The memories by the lakeside stirred up ambitions, awakening restlessness within her heart.
It wasn't until Ian's voice broke through that Morgan returned to the present.
She heard an apology.
"Sorry, Princess, please allow me to be rude just once."
"What is it?"
Before Morgan could fully grasp the meaning of his words, Ian bent down and lifted her up.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Ian gently placed Morgan down on the throne.
"Princess, this is where you should sit."
"Standing is what a knight like me should do."
Hearing those words, Morgan lightly caressed the edge of the throne.
The cold expression on her face gradually softened, replaced by a faint flush, as if she were savoring the joy of Ian's presence.
"No, Ian, you should kneel before me."
Morgan rested her right hand on her chin, leaning slightly against the throne.
One of her feet rested on Ian's thigh.
"As a knight, don't you need my investiture?"
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