"Then Artoria spread your legs..."
Ian said already decided that he would make Artoria experience the feeling of being a girl.
Artoria did as he said.
Her slender legs parted to reveal that sacred garden again.
Ian hesitated a little but resolved himself to do it.
"Then Artoria here I come".
With those words he plunged his mighty sword inside future king of Britain.
Artoria bit her lips in pain.
After all it was her first time.
Seeing her pained look Ian patted her head and kissed her lips.
Artoria responded by kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Ian slowly moved his hips.
Slowly he entered deeper.
Blood stained the mattress..
But Ian had already decided to change them before morgan could know.
Ian increased his speed.
Pah..
Pah...
Pah..
It created sounds of flesh clapping..
Ian was grateful for the sound proofing as it would have alerted others who may be near.
Artoria moaned under Ian's embrace.
"Sir..Ian~ah~ ahm".
Ian grabbed her thighs and increased his speed as he realised that Artoria is already adjusted to his length.
Sounds of moans and grunts echoed but trapped in the room.
It marked the beginning of the act of infidelity between the knight and the future king of Britain.
....
.....
The wine glass was finally empty.
Artoria was also exhausted, collapsing on the bed.
This was the first time she had tasted wine, and also the first time she had drunk so much wine.
The girl felt her legs trembling, unable to exert any strength.
The sweet wine seemed to spill out on this bed that didn't belong to her at any moment.
"Are you feeling better?"
Feeling Ian's hand, which could only bring a sense of security, stroking her forehead, Artoria heard her heart pounding.
"I'm okay." She answered shyly.
"Cool, full."
"Is that so?"
"What about now?"
Ian reached out and gently pressed Artoria's slightly bulging lower abdomen from top to bottom.
Artoria's originally calm pupils widened a bit in an instant.
Her legs were trembling, and her eyes were filled with tears—this was her best effort to restrain herself.
"Mr. Ian, please stop! If you continue, I... I won't be able to hold back."
Seeing Artoria like this, Ian stopped in time.
"Sorry, it seems I had let you drink a little too much."
Hearing this, Artoria quickly shook her head.
"It's nothing like that."
"I willingly drank so much."
"Well... anyway, let's stop here today."
Ian said it very euphemistically.
Artoria naturally understood what he meant.
"Mr. Ian, I understand, I'll leave now."
However, while saying this, the girl discovered an embarrassing thing.
She couldn't get up.
Her consciousness was still very clear, but her limbs couldn't exert any strength no matter what.
"..."
"..."
"Mr. Ian, please let me try again!"
Feeling Ian's gaze, Artoria was still trying hard—but the result was predictable.
Seeing her like this, Ian hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked up the golden-haired girl.
"Mr. Ian, this is..."
"Don't be afraid."
Ian looked at the petite girl in his arms.
"You had the courage to come, and I naturally have the courage to send you back."
Hearing this, Artoria didn't say anything more.
She leaned in his arms and nodded.
Under the moonlight-lit corridor, the two walked through this not-so-long, but definitely not instantaneous road in silence.
Click—
Artoria's room door opened.
What Ian saw was almost the same decoration as before she came.
He suddenly realized that moving into the royal court alone was actually a considerable pressure for a girl of Artoria's age.
After all, she only had one very unreliable Merlin by her side now.
That guy wouldn't care about her life or death.
Ian's silence made Artoria a little flustered.
"That, Mr. Ian, I didn't mean not to clean up, I just..."
Halfway through her words, she found that she didn't know how to continue.
Because she really did it on purpose—everything in the royal court was too unfamiliar to her.
Whether it was imitating or observing in secret.
In essence, it was because she didn't know what to do.
Merlin and her adoptive father Ector taught her the overall view of being a king.
But how to smoothly transition into that king—they never mentioned it.
"Artoria, don't be so nervous." Ian comforted the girl's emotions, "It's not a big problem not to clean up."
"However, the loneliness of being alone may not be so easy to relieve."
"..."
Knowing that her thoughts had been completely guessed by Ian, Artoria lowered her head.
After a long time, she squeezed out a sentence:
"Mr. Ian, am I not worthy of being a king like this?"
"I should be braver, right?"
Ian put Artoria on her bed, then sat on the edge of her bed.
"Actually, compared to most people, Artoria, you are brave enough."
"You just haven't adapted to all of this yet."
"Then Mr. Ian, how long will it take me to adapt to all of this?" Artoria asked back.
"I want to do the things you said."
The girl's determination was in front of her, and Ian knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Don't worry, Artoria."
"You will do it."
"But before that—"
Ian flicked Artoria's forehead.
"Rest well first."
"Eh—?"
Covering her slightly red forehead, Artoria nodded obediently.
"I see."
"Well, that's it." Ian stood up.
"I'll go back first."
"Okay."
Watching Ian leave step by step, when he reached the door of the room, Artoria seemed to remember something and spoke again.
"That, Mr. Ian!"
"What's wrong?" Ian turned his head.
"Mr. Ian..."
Artoria used all her strength, covering her lower abdomen, looking very embarrassed.
"I actually don't dislike this way of drinking, so... can we continue next time?"
"..."
Ian smiled slightly.
"I see."
Click.
The door closed gently.
Artoria's hand slid down little by little, then went in, touching the wine tide that had not yet subsided.
It was a cold feeling, but at this moment, a warmth rose in the girl's heart.
Did she like this way?
Probably not.
But—
Artoria recalled the shameful scene.
And in that process, Ian's interested gaze.
She found that she didn't seem to dislike it that much.
What kind of wine will she taste next time?
The girl actually thought about such things in her dream.
[You returned to your and Morgan's room.]
[Morgan seemed to have gone to bed.]
[You were ready to quietly get into bed, but found that things were not so peaceful.]
As soon as Ian lay down, Morgan's voice floated from the pillow.
"Ian, where did you go?"
A very calm voice, without even a ripple.
But Ian knew that the more Morgan was like this, the more her true attitude would deviate in the opposite direction.
Deception was meaningless.
Then—
Let's make it a little clearer.
"Princess, I went to send Artoria back to her room."
"What?"
Morgan turned over.
In her deep blue eyes like the ocean, dark light bloomed.
"Ian, what are you doing?"
"Didn't you say you would swear allegiance to me for the rest of your life?"
"Princess."
Ian reached out and hugged Morgan.
"It's precisely because I swore allegiance to you that I chose to do this."
"In fact, during the time you were studying magic, I have expressed to her my hope that she can get rid of Vortigern."
Morgan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The originally obvious black light gradually faded at the edges.
"You mean, you are urging her?"
"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded without hesitation.
"Then won't she doubt your opinion?"
"She hasn't become the king yet."
"Maybe, but her enthusiasm must be much stronger than I imagined."
"And—"
Ian looked at the wine glass still on the bedside.
"Your fine wine also played a very good role in this process."
[Your explanation made the situation in the room reasonable.]
[Morgan finally believed your words, but she still had other questions.]
"Did she sit on our bed?" Morgan asked coldly.
"Yes, Princess."
Ian didn't hide it.
"It may also be one of the secrets to the success of this conversation."
"But she went to bed—"
Morgan stared at Ian.
"Are you really just talking to her?"
"Knight, don't let me find out that your spear has other plans."
"Princess, if you don't believe me."
Ian raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"I am willing to be inspected by you."
"..."
Morgan turned her face away.
"Then you arrange for someone to change our sheets, then burn them, bury the ashes in a cemetery, and then press them with the heaviest stone."
"I don't want to see it at all."
"Understood, Princess." Ian nodded, "But it seems I can't do all of this tonight."
"Then tomorrow."
"Also—" Morgan continued.
"Even if it can only be done tomorrow, you can't rest here tonight."
"Princess, where should we rest?"
"Stupid knight."
Morgan's hands wrapped around Ian's neck, and then whispered in his ear:
"Don't you think I really won't check you tonight?"
[You and Morgan spent a night of bloody battles.]
[Talent Lake Blessing + has been activated: The proud princess completely underestimated the strength of your body. With her alone, it is impossible to win over you.]
[You won with absolute victory, and also proved yourself in a disguised way.]
[However, Morgan still doesn't reason with you.]
[Even though you won, she fell asleep first as the loser.]
[She used you as a chair, falling asleep in your arms.]
[But you're not angry at all—this is Morgan's usual little temper.]
[What's more, her naked body still makes your heart flutter.]
[This is your original purpose.]
[This matter can be considered barely over.]
[Camelot also ushered in a new period of development during the preparation period.]
[Merlin fulfilled his promise—he replaced the rye ears after the decline of the Age of Gods with better magic seeds.]
[Morgan, who is also a magician, although unwilling, still accepted all of this.]
[Of course, she is also secretly planning something.]
"Mother, the teacher you found is very excellent."
Agravain reported his progress to Morgan.
"I have used the assassin skills he taught me to kill him myself."
"Very good." Morgan nodded with a smile.
"Wait for my order, Agravain."
"Remember—"
"Don't tell your father about these things, he is already carrying too much."
"Understood."
After answering Morgan, Agravain left the royal court.
The taciturn man looked at the temporarily revived outskirts of Camelot, his expression somewhat complicated.
[Time is still passing.]
[You have not forgotten the pressure Artoria is under.]
[You sent someone to visit the village where Artoria once lived and found her adoptive father Ector and brother Kay.]
[You invited them to settle in Camelot.]
[Ector refused the invitation on the grounds of physical inconvenience, but you know he just doesn't want to cause trouble for Artoria.]
[Kay accepted it very generously.]
[After a period of trekking, he arrived in Camelot.]
[You received him at the city gate.]
"Kay, long time no see."
"Yeah, long time no see, Ian."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kay slapped his mouth.
"Look at my memory."
"I should call you King Lot."
"It's okay." Ian showed a hypocritical smile, "With your status, it's really no problem to call me Ian."
Artoria is the future king.
Then Kay is the future king's brother.
Compared with Ian's current prince status, it's really hard to say who is higher or lower.
Of course.
These are all polite words.
After all, Kay didn't do anything, but Ian is a prince with a lot of contributions.
If he really compares, then he will be asking for trouble.
Kay also knew this, so he didn't push his luck.
"I see, where's Artoria?"
"Where is she?"
Ian smiled calmly.
"She'll be here soon."
As soon as the words fell, Artoria's figure appeared not far behind Ian.
Kay was a little emotional.
After all, when he heard that she was going to pull the sword that day, he persuaded her a few words.
Unexpectedly, she really succeeded.
It's been a few months since they last met—she should be doing well, right?
Artoria walked towards Kay step by step.
A long-awaited reunion was about to take place at the city gate.
But—
Is that really the case?
Artoria did come over.
However, the scene of brother and sister being extremely excited after a long separation that Kay expected did not happen.
Wearing neutral clothing, Artoria grabbed Ian's hand and said:
"Brother, I'm glad you were able to come to Camelot."
"However, I have some things to talk to Sir Ian about."
"So—"
Artoria looked at Kay in front of her, without much fluctuation.
"Brother, you should stay at the inn in the city for the time being, I will arrange it later."
"Of course, there is no need to worry about the cost."
"Well, that's about it."
In front of people other than Ian, Artoria hardly showed any emotion.
Before Kay could answer, she had already pulled Ian away.
Leaving Kay alone standing there awkwardly.
The guards were also confused.
"Mr. Kay, then now..."
"What! Didn't you hear what he said?!"
Kay said through gritted teeth.
"Arrange the best inn for me! Don't be polite at all!"
"Okay, okay!"