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Chapter 40. The Princess Still Has Regrets

"Princess, what do you mean...?"

"Get up."

Although she was not wearing anything, the only thing covering her body was her beautiful long silver hair. There were also marks between her legs left by Ian.

But Morgan still maintained her proud demeanor, as if she had never been defeated by anyone.

"Ian, do you have any thoughts?"

"No, I have no thoughts." Ian replied without hesitation, "I just want to know why the princess is doing this."

"Very simple, I want to use you to gain more support from my father."

"Because if my father values you so much, then after I marry you, perhaps he will change his view of me."

Morgan had not yet given up on inheriting the throne from King Uther.

"Princess, is this one of the reasons you asked me to marry you?"

"…"

Morgan turned her face away.

"Probably, Ian, you know, actually, I…"

The princess coldly hesitated for a moment, realizing she couldn't directly say the words "I don't love you."

But Ian was used to picking up where she left off.

"You really don't love me, do you?"

"I know, princess."

"But, for you, information as important as this, I think I should directly hand it to the king. Shall we depart tomorrow?"

"No."

Morgan grabbed Ian's hand.

"After marrying me, you may leave."

"I want to announce to all of Camelot that you are mine."

[The wedding day gradually approached as time passed.]

[You and Morgan had a grand wedding.]

[It was a wedding that all of Camelot had to attend.]

[The capital, after a long time, welcomed such a grand celebration.]

[Morgan had called you into her room before the vows.]

"Princess, you're wearing a wedding dress now... isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Ian, don't you think I look beautiful like this?"

"No, you really look beautiful like this."

"Then—"

Morgan closed the door.

She wore a white wedding dress, like a Fae from the Lake, with a graceful appearance like a flower from the land of Britannia.

"Ian, I won't allow you to miss out on someone as beautiful as me."

[You and Morgan appeared before everyone.]

[The intimate scene between you two made the people incredibly envious, and the girls who admired you had their hearts broken.]

[This was a perfect wedding.]

[The marriage between King Lot and Princess Morgan would be recorded in the history of Britannia.]

[However, only you knew one thing.]

[Morgan had completed this wedding while her belly was filled with your essence.]

[She would occasionally caress her wedding dress over her belly, subtly reminding you not to forget.]

[From your expression, it was clear you were embarrassed, but you couldn't help but feel joy from the atmosphere around you, and she found it immensely delightful.]

[Of course, this secret would remain hidden forever.]

[Camelot seemed to temporarily prosper due to your wedding with Morgan.]

[But both you and Morgan knew that it was an illusion.]

[You both had to act quickly.]

[During the day, you did everything that a princess and a prince should do.]

[At night, you maintained the same joy and enthusiasm as usual, and during the short breaks, you would think about the next steps.]

"Ian."

Morgan wore a thin cloak, lying in Ian's arms, her hair spreading across the man's chest.

In her hand was a scroll filled with writing.

Although Morgan reveled in the physical connection with Ian, she never forgot her purpose.

"The situation is more complicated than imagined."

"You may have to be away for a long time on this journey."

Ian knew Morgan wasn't exaggerating.

The land near the capital hadn't seen a new body buried in a long time — this meant it had been a long time since the knights had been ordered to return from the frontlines.

The communication link between both sides had almost broken.

Whether this was good or bad, it was really hard to say.

Anyway, if the situation escalated, it would indeed be difficult to bring knights who could act as a fighting force back from the frontlines to the capital in time.

"Yeah, I understand, Princess."

"Is that your only response?" Morgan folded the scroll and set it aside, "Aren't you going to oppose my orders?"

"After thinking carefully, I even find it a bit foolish."

"Princess, you know that I've never had any objections to your orders, they are simply what I must do."

"Indeed."

Morgan turned around, lying on Ian, looking at the man who never had any complaints toward her.

"But if the journey is too dangerous, I command you not to risk your life."

"You don't have the right to decide your life."

"It's mine."

"Princess." Ian smiled lightly, "Can I take this as your concern for me?"

"Yes." Morgan answered, "That's why you should be grateful to me."

"Princess, when have you ever had the illusion that I wasn't grateful to you?"

"Just now."

Morgan looked at Ian with a slightly melancholic gaze.

"Probably a little less than usual, right?"

Ian was somewhat surprised.

"Princess, did you really notice?"

"I told you, your body is mine, so I've studied it very carefully."

The two looked at each other for a moment, then laughed together.

"Ian."

Morgan's finger traced Ian's abs.

"I have a question for you."

"Please ask, Princess."

"What name do you want to give the child?"

"Ah? This..." Ian paused for a moment, then smiled lightly, "I like the name that the princess likes."

"Really?"

"Really, the name the princess likes is the one I like."

"How about the name Gawain?"

"That's a good name."

Upon hearing this answer, Morgan's fingers mischievously reached into the blanket.

She looked at the burly knight, her gaze full of allure.

"Ian, tonight is still long."

"Make me a little happier."

[A few days passed.]

[You declined the request to travel with or be protected by others.]

[You and Morgan stood at the city gates, bidding farewell in front of everyone, reluctant to part.]

[You set off on your journey alone.]

[You crossed a small stream, walked through a forest, traversed a mountain road, and stepped across rice fields.]

[You had traveled a long way.]

[You saw a village.]

[You decided to rest a bit before continuing your journey.]

[But you didn't expect to encounter the knights of Britannia here.]

[Talent "Affinity Knight Aura" activated: Your extraordinary aura quickly made the knights see you as a comrade.]

[You received some information that was predicted earlier but came too late.]

[The frontlines of Britannia had been ruthlessly torn apart by Vortigern.]

[You realized that Uther Pendragon was heading toward a predetermined defeat.]

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