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

Chapter 36. The Issue on the Horse's Back

[You and Morgan began to wander nearby.]

[Perhaps because she knew no one would see you, Morgan's actions became much bolder.]

[To be more precise, the hints became much bolder.]

Morgan didn't say anything.

But her snow-white hand slowly touched the back of Ian's hand, which was holding the reins.

Her index and middle fingers slightly parted, creating a small gap, and then gently rubbed along Ian's index finger.

Ian understood the meaning of this.

"Princess."

"Mm?"

"Your hands are really soft."

Ian pulled the reins in his hands.

The horse beneath them slowly came to a stop, appearing obedient but still stable.

"And I think this isn't the softest part of yours."

"Ian."

Morgan held onto Ian's finger tightly. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I'm stupid and don't know." Ian smiled lightly, "But someone as smart as you certainly will."

Upon hearing this, Morgan let go of Ian's hand, and she softly said:

"Ian, hug me."

"Yes, Princess."

[You wrapped your arms around Morgan's waist.]

[It was a slender waist, one that anyone who made contact, even just once, would never forget.]

[With your support, Morgan gracefully turned on her horse.]

"Ian."

Morgan gently caressed the knight's face.

"Did you forget something?"

"You, now a knight punished by me, are not a lover here to enjoy."

"It's because my memory is poor, Princess."

"Mm." Morgan nodded in satisfaction. "Then I'll punish you by making you answer one more question."

The princess slowly leaned back, lying on her warhorse.

Her long hair fell, blending into the horse's clean and soft mane, creating a two-tone painting with clear lines yet full of beauty.

"Ian."

"Do you know?" Morgan looked up at Ian. "It's not easy to make this horse carry someone else."

"I need to make it understand that you are my pawn, a knight loyal to me."

"This process is actually not simple or stable."

"So—"

Morgan's lips curled slightly, revealing a mischievous smile.

Her finger gently lifted Ian's chin.

"If the horse senses too much of a change, it will become frightened and run away."

"Silly knight, how do you plan to solve this problem when you have to follow my orders while dealing with this issue?"

"I'm very curious."

"I understand." Ian responded to Morgan, "It seems I won't be able to solve this problem."

"But I think the princess will definitely know how to handle this."

"Oh—?"

Morgan's finger curled and twisted into Ian's hair.

"But Ian, even if I know how to solve the problem, what does that have to do with you?"

"That's right, Princess. Your knowing how to solve the problem might indeed have nothing to do with me."

"But— for you, this will be the key to the next steps."

"Ian, what do you mean?"

"Princess, you don't need to guess. I'll explain it to you right away."

Ian completely released the reins—truly an excellent warhorse, even after the reins were removed, it maintained strict discipline.

And Ian's hands, now free, took Morgan's hands in one, while the other rested on her waist.

"Princess, I think I know where is softer than your hands."

"That place will also be the key to solving the problem we're facing."

"Ian."

The princess felt the knight's hands holding hers.

She didn't mind the contact, but only asked one question.

"I don't think you're someone who's good at everything, are you?"

"But sometimes, new experiments are needed."

Ian responded respectfully—his mind already had a plan to solve the problem.

"Princess, would you be willing to give me a chance to experiment with a solution?"

"Go ahead and try."

Morgan's eyes reflected Ian's image.

"I want to see how excellent your answer will be."

[You and Morgan began discussing the issue on horseback.]

[You touched something softer than Morgan's hands.]

[You caressed it, suddenly recalling a summer when you picked up a beautiful seashell on the beach.]

[Its surface was smooth and clean, flawless, and the inside of the shell was very comfortable and warm, a beauty worth stopping to admire.]

[It was a beautiful seashell, and you liked it very much.]

[The princess's legs were trembling.]

[She realized she had underestimated the knight's talents beyond swordsmanship.]

[She tried every method she could to salvage the situation, but realized it was beyond saving.]

[Riding on the horse's back, she understood that she herself was the one who needed to find the answer.]

[The question meant to challenge the knight had now become her own difficulty.]

[She had lost.]

[The garden of Princess Britania echoed with the sound of a flowing stream.]

The sun set in the west.

The princess's warhorse lowered its head, grazing the fresh grass by the stream.

It didn't know where the princess and her knight were headed, but the absence of burden made it feel incredibly free.

"Princess…"

"What is it?"

Morgan, being carried by Ian, peered from behind his back, her deep blue eyes appearing.

"If it's about me not wanting to ride a horse but rather wanting to ride you, do you have any objections?"

"No, I have no complaints."

"Then obediently become my horse."

Morgan smiled smugly.

"This is your reward for your victory."

The first rule of knightly loyalty: Never try to win a contest with Morgan, as it's worse than failure.

But Ian wasn't bothered.

Even if their positions changed, he could still sense the alluring scent and softness emanating from her behind him; that was enough.

However—

There was still one thing he needed to clarify.

"Princess." Ian looked around the somewhat unfamiliar forest, feeling a bit confused.

"Why are we here?"

"So you can marry me." Morgan said, not hiding it.

"I'll set up Magecraft near the capital; this is the right place to establish it."

"You'll marry me with a legitimate status under its influence, understand?"

"…Princess."

"Anything else will have to wait, just wait until you marry me."

Morgan rested her head on Ian's shoulder, whispering softly:

"Ian, you'll never escape from me for the rest of your life."

"Understood, Princess."

No sooner had he spoken than Morgan turned her head back.

"What is it, Princess?"

"Ian." Morgan furrowed her brows.

"There seem to be traces of another Mana around here."

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