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Chapter 35. A Betrothal Is Not as Calm as Water

"Understood, Princess."

Ian remained as calm as ever, as if Morgan's request was nothing more than a casual inquiry about how he was doing today.

This made Morgan slightly displeased.

"Ha, Ian, is that all the reaction you're going to give?"

"For you, marrying me... is it really such a calm, serene matter?"

"Princess, my feelings are definitely not as calm as water."

Ian skillfully controlled the reins, making the ride so smooth that neither of them could feel any jolts from the horse.

"I just can't find a word to describe it."

"Then how will you prove this?"

Morgan wouldn't let up.

"I can't truly know what you're really thinking."

"Princess, I can't prove it."

Ian tightened his embrace around Morgan.

"And the only thing I can do is stay by your side."

"So, I can only gradually explain it to you in the times ahead."

Hearing this, a smile briefly crossed Morgan's face, but it quickly faded into her usual composed expression.

"Ian, you should know, I'm not making you marry me because I love you."

"Understood, Princess."

Ian responded smoothly, as though he had known this all along.

"I am your property, a pawn for you to command, a knight serving you."

"But this is still the moment I am most proud of."

"Don't you feel even a little sad?" Morgan asked gently.

"You're just my toy," she added.

"That's right, I'm not sad, Princess. Your choice is always the path I must follow."

[Morgan did not answer you.]

[But you can feel her pressing a little closer to you.]

[The rice fields, created from seeds containing Magecraft, were swept by the wind, and the grains of wheat fell from their stalks like drops of golden rain.]

[As they flew away with the wind, you once again hear Morgan's voice.]

"Ian, have you ever experienced regret?"

Morgan looked ahead at the scene of the bountiful harvest before her and asked.

"Yes."

"Then tell me, when was that?"

"It was when you needed me to greet you in the morning, but I left before that. Until now, it remains the regret in my heart."

"Anything else?"

"It's that I couldn't kill Votigen on your behalf."

"Anything else?"

"Hmm... it's that I haven't found King Uther's hidden child."

"Isn't all of that my regret?" Morgan suddenly realized.

"That's right. Since it's your regret, it's also my regret."

"..."

Morgan gently nudged Ian with her elbow.

"Ian, someone like you deserves to be used by me for your whole life."

"But I'm completely willing, Princess."

"Really foolish."

Despite saying that, Morgan's hand gently touched Ian's.

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't know how many women would deceive you and how many times you would be hurt."

[Both of you are holding the reins of the horse.]

[It's a very intimate gesture, and just a glance would make it clear that your relationship is far from ordinary.]

[Of course, all of this would only be apparent if someone saw it.]

[Right now, there is no one else around.]

[This is private time just between the two of you.]

[The Princess's warhorse moves forward, traveling until the end of the rice field.]

"Stop, Ian." Morgan spoke.

"I want to get down and take a look."

"Yes, Princess."

Ian quickly helped Morgan dismount.

She stepped down gracefully, her foot landing on the path through the field.

"Ian, take me to the best rice plot."

"Understood, Princess."

At Morgan's request, Ian took her hand and led her to the most well-developed patch of rice.

This plot of land had the advantage of fertile soil and abundant water supply.

Therefore, compared to the other rice fields, a keen observer could immediately spot the difference.

Morgan stepped closer.

She plucked a single ear of rice, staring at it intently, selecting for a long while, then finally picked a few seeds.

"Ian, come here."

"Yes."

"Open your mouth."

"Ah—"

Morgan placed her finger, covered with seeds, on Ian's tongue.

"Ian, eat it."

Ian nodded and gently sucked on Morgan's slender finger.

She had a playful look, lightly twirling her finger between Ian's lips for a moment, then happily withdrew her hand.

"How does the rice feel?"

"... It seems a little bitter."

"Any other feelings?"

"... Dry."

Morgan furrowed her brows—her expression didn't seem to indicate anything good.

"Ian, the situation seems more complicated than I thought."

"My Magecraft... it seems difficult to reverse the decline of this land."

"It's not your fault, Princess."

Ian took the ear of rice from Morgan's hand and tasted it again.

He smiled and said:

"Moreover, Princess, there are still sweet and full seeds within it."

"It's good that you noticed the flaws, but don't forget that it's also because of you that the good things have emerged."

"Your Magecraft is truly beneficial to the people, so please don't be upset about this."

Hearing these words, Morgan scoffed.

"Ha, Ian, you're saying these things just to keep me from being upset, right?"

"Princess, you asked me to marry you, isn't it also to keep me from being sad because of bad women?" Ian responded respectfully. "We think the same."

"Ian, you really know how to think for others."

Morgan turned around and used the finger that had touched the rice seeds to lightly touch Ian's chin.

"But aren't you worried that I might be a bad woman too?"

"I'm really not worried." Ian said calmly.

"If the Princess were a bad woman, I think I probably wouldn't have a place to bury myself by now."

"Anyway, if the Princess truly were a bad woman, having spent so much time with me, it might be enough to prove that your ability in this matter might be lacking."

"Ian." Morgan stared at the knight in front of her. "Are you trying to say that I'm not good enough??"

"I'm sorry, Princess, that's not what I meant."

"No, that's exactly what you're saying." Morgan crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm angry now."

"I'll punish you."

"You'll be my horse for the day."

Although both of them had more important matters to attend to, Ian understood that this was a moment of relaxation with no reason to refuse—and he knew that Morgan thought the same.

Even though later, they might encounter some difficulties explaining this encounter.

But so what?

"Yes, Princess."

"Mm, get on the horse."

[The two of you climbed back onto the horse together.]

[There's no clear purpose, but both of you remained silent, avoiding the question.]

[You know that today, you will discuss many pleasant things, perhaps the wedding, perhaps the future.]

[But what you don't know is: tonight, you will both discover a secret.]