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

Chapter 34. The Knight Building Reputation

[Morgan may have lied to you.]

[Surely, she has a way to collect all the reputation you're accumulating and transfer it into her hands.]

[However, you don't care about this.]

[After all, if helping Morgan achieve her ambitions is possible, it's not a bad choice for you.]

[You began to take action.]

[You reorganized the city guards, urging them to diligently check the defenses of the capital.]

[You gathered the refugees near the capital under the name of the Kingdom of Britania, providing them with food and work.]

[You asked Morgan to create a Magecraft-enhanced seed. While it couldn't completely negate the effects of the waning Age of Gods, planting it did slightly improve soil productivity compared to before.]

[You didn't just issue orders; you directly participated in these efforts, allowing everyone to witness your dedication.]

[Your standing in the city, already significant, continued to rise.]

[Every citizen in the capital held you in high regard, addressing you with utmost respect.]

[Children began sharing tales of you on the streets. Sometimes, you'd see them wielding a tree branch, pointing it at the sky, imitating your demeanor.]

[Yet, you paid no attention to these things.]

[You remained the knight loyal only to Morgan, and that has never changed.]

[By day, you worked with the laborers—converted refugees—sowing the fields.]

[By night, you tirelessly cultivated Morgan's body.]

"Princess, can you tell me why I'm doing this now?"

"No, you cannot know yet."

Morgan traced a slender finger down Ian's cheek, her expression tinged with mischief.

"It's not time for you to understand."

"I see, Princess."

"Good." Morgan nodded, then leaned closer to Ian's ear and softly exhaled.

"Tonight... I won't allow you to back down."

[You continued to carry out Morgan's orders.]

[The tasks you undertook grew broader in scope, and their impact reached more and more people.]

[You knew all of this was for Morgan, and that knowledge filled you with unwavering motivation.]

[Countless others joined this effort of revival, and for a short while, a scene of prosperity began to unfold.]

[You realized that the dreams you and Morgan shared seemed to be taking subtle, tangible form.]

"Sir Ian!"

A group of little girls surrounded Ian, calling his name with innocent excitement.

"What's the matter?"

Ian bent down, smiling as he gently patted their heads.

"That older sister over there,"

One of the girls pointed toward a distant direction.

"She told us to ask you why you're still alone. Don't you feel lonely?"

"Well..."

Ian raised his head, following the direction the girl pointed, and soon noticed a few figures quickly slipping into a nearby house.

They must be the "older sisters" the girl mentioned.

"Because he likes being alone, that's why."

[A familiar voice echoed.]

[You turned around and saw Morgan, who rarely appeared on these streets at this time.]

[You realized she had overheard the conversation between you and the little girls.]

"What—?"

The little girls blinked their bright eyes, looking back and forth between Morgan and Ian.

"Sir Ian likes being alone?"

"Exactly."

The corners of Morgan's lips curled into a subtle smile.

To an outsider, it was the perfect royal smile—beyond reproach.

But to Ian, that smile was far from friendly.

And his premonition quickly proved true.

Morgan leaned down, maintaining that same smile.

"Children, go back and tell them that if they continue to bother this knight with such meaningless questions again,"

"I'll consider hanging them from the city walls for the eagles to peck at their corpses."

"Understand?"

Though Morgan delivered these words with a smile, the group of little girls felt a chill run down their spines.

In no time, they scurried off in a hurry.

Meanwhile, Morgan, watching the scene, allowed the smile on her face to grow even softer.

Ian coughed softly a few times, then bowed his head with great respect.

"Princess."

"Yes, knight," Morgan nodded in response.

Although every night was filled with sparks, ready to ignite at any moment, in the current circumstances, the two maintained absolute restraint.

The harmony between the knight and the princess could not be openly displayed.

However, that being said...

Compared to Morgan, who always expressed her desire at night, Ian, who maintained his reverence, felt much more at ease.

"Princess, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Knight, from your tone, it seems like you didn't want to see me?"

"Not at all." Ian politely shook his head.

"Princess, your presence has brightened my mood for the day."

"Please, allow me to do something in return for you."

"Alright." Morgan nodded.

"Then, knight, take me to see the lands. I want to witness your achievements."

"Yes, Princess."

[You have a valid reason.]

[You bring a horse for Morgan.]

[With your assistance, she gracefully mounts the horse, and naturally, you lead the horse for her.]

[The two of you leave the castle smoothly without raising any suspicion.]

Clip-clop—

Clip-clop—

The sound of hooves echoed along the dirt path by the fields.

"Here... surely no one can see us anymore, right?" Morgan, seated on the horse, softly asked.

"Yes, Princess."

Ian, who was leading the horse, quickly replied.

"We've traveled a great distance; no one will be able to see us."

"In that case, Ian, I command you." Morgan pulled the reins, halting the horse at the foot of a hill. "Get up here immediately."

"... Alright."

Ian had extensive combat experience.

Even with someone else already on the horse, his movements as he mounted were completely unaffected.

"Hold me."

"Understood, Princess."

Ian's hands wrapped around Morgan's waist, gripping the reins of the horse while pulling her into his embrace, despite her small frame.

A familiar scent gently wafted into Ian's nose.

He recognized it as her fragrance and couldn't help but inhale a few more breaths.

The wind blew through the rice fields, stirring waves of golden grain.

Morgan's voice softly rang out.

"Can you smell it?"

"Mm." Ian didn't hide his thoughts. "Princess, you always captivate me like this."

"I hope you're not lying to me."

Morgan gave a light, self-satisfied smile.

"But, if you've received such great happiness from me, perhaps you should leave something behind, right?"

"Princess, everything I have belongs to you. I don't know what else I could leave for you."

"Of course, there is still something." Morgan looked ahead at the rice fields, waves of golden grain rolling with the wind.

"I've told you, everything you have is mine, including your reputation and honor."

"So—"

Morgan leaned back, pressing into Ian's solid chest.

"Ian... I command you to marry me."

"Give me your reputation as well."

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