Chapter 5: A Knight's Advance and Retreat Should Be Decided by the Princess
Your premonition was correct.
Morgan truly has something she needs you to do.
This is another turning point in your destiny.
"Ian."
Morgan gently moved her foot, her toes sliding down from Ian's forehead, over the bridge of his nose, touching his lips, and finally resting on his chin.
Just as Morgan had said earlier, she didn't care about Ian, even after their physical intimacy.
She slightly raised her toes, hooked Ian's chin, and then made his head tilt upwards.
From this angle, the beautiful legs hidden beneath the Princess's dress were fully visible to the loyal knight.
But Ian knew that what awaited him would certainly not be simple.
"Answer me, Ian, do you recognize this sword?"
Morgan was naturally referring to the longsword plunged into the ground beside them.
Ian nodded and replied, "This is your Princess's sword, but you don't seem to use it much."
When Ian said, "don't use it much," a fleeting look of displeasure flashed in Morgan's eyes.
However, she quickly continued:
"Ian, pick it up."
Knowing that Morgan disliked being disobeyed, Ian directly pulled out the longsword, which was engraved with Morgan's name. For him, who trained constantly, this was not a difficult task.
Morgan seems to have cast some kind of magic on the sword.
Talent [Agent] acquired: You have been given Morgan's name. At some point in the future, someone might mistake you for her.
Talent [Life-and-Death Struggle] acquired: When holding Morgan's sword, you can unleash abilities beyond your physical limits. In exchange, your life will become like a flickering candle in the wind at that moment.
Morgan believes you don't understand magic at all, so she didn't bother to conceal the magical aura on the longsword.
This made you a little sad.
"What is it?"
Morgan pressed her toes against Ian's chin.
"Does touching my sword displease you?"
"No, I would never dare to displease you, Princess," Ian replied. "It's just that I don't understand why you, Princess, would hand this over to me?"
"Ian, I think I've already said that there are things I don't intend for you to know, and you have no right to ask, do you?"
"I apologize, Princess."
"Never mind." Morgan changed the subject. "I don't want to dwell on these things. There are more important matters to attend to now."
Having said that, the cold Princess slowly hooked your chin, speaking like a command:
"Ian, stand up and please me."
Following Morgan's instructions, you could only do what she allowed you to do.
At the same time, she also didn't allow you to act recklessly like the first time; everything had to be under her control.
Your freedom of entry and exit was controlled by her as the Princess; the tide, having just risen, must now recede.
This was merely the beginning.
Over the next month, she repeatedly summoned you to her side, continuing her mental and physical control over you.
Her actions grew increasingly bold. On one occasion, after she pushed open the door, you saw her naked, just as she had been on the day of your oath.
But you didn't feel that Morgan was trying to seduce you, nor did you think she was naturally promiscuous.
You could feel the coldness in her eyes every time, and you realized you had never heard her voice. Just as she had said, this Princess had never liked you.
All of this was merely part of her plan that she wouldn't let you know.
You didn't know how long this life would last, but you endured it, becoming her knight, whom she could control with her body at any time.
But at this point, things began to take a new turn.
In the prison, the confined Ian gasped for cold air, his nostrils filled with a familiar stale scent.
He had been imprisoned by Morgan like this for over three years.
Every day, Ian would see Morgan come alone to visit him, but she never spoke, only silently cut her finger and made Ian kneel to lick the flowing blood.
Occasionally, she would even make Ian hold her finger in his mouth, gently moving it around inside his oral cavity.
This cold Princess still didn't treat Ian as anything important.
You disappeared, but no one cared.
Because the royal family of Britain welcomed the birth of a new heir, the entire kingdom cheered and rejoiced. In comparison, a vanished knight was nothing at all.
Moreover, Morgan herself had no intention of looking for you, so naturally, no one would mention anything.
All traces of your existence seemed to have been wiped clean, leaving only Morgan as the last record of your presence in this world.
For some reason, after the birth of the new heir named Arthur, Morgan's visits to you became more frequent, and the times she made you lick her blood also increased.
Talent [Energetic] has been enhanced to [Energetic+]: Morgan's blood flows within your body, allowing you to always remain energetic and fight tirelessly.
Talent [Agent] has been enhanced to [Agent+]: At some point in the future, you will be mistaken for Morgan, and no one will have any doubts about it.
During this time, Morgan finally became willing to speak with you.
From her, you learned of the existence of the King of Betrayal, Vortigern. His appearance seemed to be earlier than you had thought, and his existence was shaking the foundations of Britain.
A few days later, you learned from Morgan that King Uther had already noticed Vortigern and had been preparing to march against this troublesome heretic, and she had known this for a long time.
On the night before the expedition, Morgan found you once again.
Click.
The prison that had held Ian for years was opened. Morgan stood there, holding a cup of alluringly fragrant wine.
"Come here, Ian."
Ian didn't hesitate. He still obeyed Morgan's commands, just as he had many years ago, as her most loyal knight.
"Princess."
Ian knelt respectfully before her.
And Morgan looked at Ian with a somewhat complex expression.
"I didn't expect you to still be this way after so many years… Ian, I permit you to resent me now."
"But I do not permit myself to resent you," Ian replied.
"You are the one I swore allegiance to. Everything about me is at your command, Princess. Even if you imprison me until death, it is my destiny to accept it."
"You…"
Morgan hesitated to speak.
She changed the subject: "Since that's the case, Ian, do you still remember how to use a longsword?"
"Knightly etiquette must not be forgotten," Ian quickly replied.
"Then—"
Morgan looked down at the knight subservient to her, speaking word by word.
"Ian, it's time to set off."
"I—command you to kill my father's enemy, Vortigern, for me."