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

Chapter 38. King Lott, Ian

[After reassuring Morgan, you continued searching the area.]

[Unfortunately, neither you nor Morgan found any additional useful information.]

[The Magus capable of turning petals into empty suits of armor seemed extraordinarily meticulous, so much so that even Morgan couldn't detect any significant traces.]

[You couldn't help but wonder if there truly existed someone who could work this cleanly and precisely.]

[As dawn began to break, you and Morgan had no choice but to mark the area and resolve to discuss it further upon returning to the royal capital.]

[Once Morgan had finished setting everything in place, the two of you mounted your horses and headed back to Camelot.]

"Ian," Morgan, who had remained silent throughout the journey, suddenly spoke.

"I want to ask you a question."

"Please go ahead, Princess."

"If… we had never shared those intimate nights, would you still love me?"

"Princess, though this might sound slightly impertinent," Ian gently tugged the reins, slowing his horse's pace.

"But I wish to correct a misunderstanding."

"My love for you isn't the result of those nights of intimacy."

"It's because I love you that I had the courage to propose sharing those moments with you."

"Moreover, I haven't just 'loved' you in the past tense—because even now, I am still in love with you. That love has never become something of the past."

"What if I were cursed by the entire world?"

"Then I would curse the entire world in return."

"You're lying, Ian. You couldn't do such a thing."

"You're right, I am lying. Because, Princess, you will never be cursed by the entire world."

"Why are you answering so perfectly in this moment?"

"Because, Princess, your discerning eyes chose the right person to answer these questions."

Ian's flawless response made Morgan turn her face away.

Morgan lightly pinched Ian's muscular arm, playfully demanding:

"I order you to stop giving such perfect answers."

"Then, Princess—"

"Are you saying that if I admitted to being a fool, you'd stop worrying about my betrayal?"

"Or—"

Ian firmly held Morgan's hand.

"What should I leave within you to prove that I never will?"

[Morgan didn't answer your question.]

[But throughout the journey, she kept calling you a fool.]

[Your late return raised no suspicion.]

[No one could imagine that a knight would dare to violate the dignity of a noble princess in the wild, and even less so that it was the princess herself who had commanded him to do so.]

[It was rare for the two of you to spend time together in a room during the day.]

[Morgan told you that the kind of Dark Magecraft affecting your identity would soon take effect.]

[But before that, you needed to learn some things suitable for your new role under her guidance.]

[You agreed to this.]

[Morgan seemed a little tired. She didn't demand anything more from you, only held your arm and fell into a deep sleep.]

[Seeing her in this state, your heart raced uncontrollably.]

[The two of you spent a quiet day together.]

[When night fell, Morgan awoke.]

[Now it was her turn to gaze at you as you slept soundly.]

"Ian,"

Morgan lay down beside Ian and gently blew into his ear.

He woke up immediately.

"Apologies, Princess, I seem to have fallen asleep."

"It's fine. I just wanted to see what you look like while sleeping."

Morgan gently caressed Ian's cheek.

"I've never seen you sleep before I do."

"But now, perhaps it's time to wake up."

"I need to monitor your physical condition to determine the direction of your Magecraft development."

"Understood, Princess."

[Morgan began to examine your body.]

[She candidly explained—she was assessing how much mana your body could handle, which would decide the next steps.]

[Previously, she had embedded traces of this Magecraft within your body.]

[Talent "Mystery Magecraft" has been replaced by "Princess Magic."

Morgan had actually been planning this for a long time. This examination would determine the future direction of the Magecraft.]

[However, she also remarked that she didn't have high expectations.]

[After all, you had never shown any particular talent for Magecraft.]

[But the results shocked Morgan.]

[The hidden talent was revealed: Morgan discovered an unimaginable potential within you.

"Birds of a feather flock together"—perhaps, in a gathering of Magi, you would be among the strongest.]

(t/n: I think this means that if a group of Magi were to gather, the MC would rank among the most powerful ones in terms of potential.)

"Princess, how is the situation?"

"Very good."

Morgan's expression, dark for so long, finally brightened, albeit temporarily.

"I believe our plans will progress much more smoothly than anticipated."

"That's wonderful."

[This was one of the rare pieces of good news you've received.]

[You cherished this opportunity, putting in extra effort to accomplish everything possible.]

[With Morgan's guidance, you mastered a few basic Magecraft techniques.]

[Talent: "Magic Enhancement" obtained—Inspired by Morgan, your body's unique influence allows even the simplest Magecraft to yield amplified results.]

[You applied this to areas that suited it best, including but not limited to Seed Magecraft. While not enough to counteract brought on by the decay of the Age of Gods, it was still of some use.]

[Additionally, every day, you brought Morgan fresh roses.]

[Her smiles became more frequent.]

[However, you remained vigilant, constantly keeping an eye on the mysterious Magecraft you had encountered. You meticulously checked and reviewed every detail.]

[Yet it seemed as though the Magus behind it had vanished completely, leaving no trace.]

[In the end, it was Morgan's Dark Magecraft that took effect first.]

[The perception of your relationship with Morgan began to shift, thanks to it.]

[Your initial return to Camelot was framed as that of a distant royal voluntarily kneeling before the princess, pledging yourself as her loyal knight.]

[Morgan's allure was further celebrated in the songs of Camelot's wandering bards.]

[No one doubted this narrative.]

[Your daily deeds of excellence and generosity perfectly aligned with their expectations of nobility—even without the influence of Magecraft, they likely would have believed it.]

[Occasionally, you were addressed as King Lott, but most preferred to simply call you Ian.]

[No one ever suspected the secret meetings between you and Morgan.]

[Your relationship had gained full acceptance.]

[Months later, as the wedding approached, you and Morgan stood atop a tower, surveying Camelot's lively streets.]

Morgan stood gazing down at the bustling scene below, while Ian stood by her side.

"Ian."

"Yes, Princess?"

"Do you like the role I've given you?"

"I do. I love everything you've arranged for me."

"Good. I love it too."

Morgan turned, taking Ian's hand.

"Come on."

"Princess, where are we going?"

Morgan smiled seductively.

"To my chambers, of course."

"Don't you want to personally help me change into my wedding dress?"

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