Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

T/N: Ahh forget it you guys are too slow to throw Stones here have the remaining chapters aswell in advance.

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[Morgan looked at you holding the scarf and didn't flare up on the spot.]

[She just silently turned around and quickly disappeared into the crowd, as if she had never appeared.]

[You realized something was wrong.]

[You wrapped up Artorius's "scarf" and then hurried to Morgan's room.]

The moonlight shone on the long corridor of the royal court, also dyeing Ian with a faint white layer.

He bypassed all the gazes that might discover his and Morgan's relationship and came to her door.

Knock, knock, knock—

Ian knocked on the door as usual.

However, Morgan didn't open the door as usual.

Knock, knock, knock—

Ian knocked on the door again.

[You knocked on the door many times, but Morgan ignored you.]

[You realized that this was not a solution.]

[You decided to change your strategy a little.]

Outside the door was silent, not even a sound.

Of course, Ian didn't leave.

He just stood at the door of Morgan's room without saying a word—he wouldn't leave until Morgan ordered him to leave.

After being silent for a while.

The door opened.

Morgan, wearing a thin dress, poked her head out and then saw Ian waiting at the door.

He smiled and said, "Your Highness, I finally see you."

Morgan immediately realized that she had fallen into Ian's "trap."

She turned around and wanted to close the door, but Ian blocked it with his hand.

"Your Highness, please give me a chance to explain, okay?"

"A chance to explain?"

The corners of Morgan's mouth curled up in a small arc.

"Okay, Ian, you said it yourself."

[You were taken to the room by Morgan.]

[The door closed again, leaving only the two of you alone.]

[But you clearly felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.]

Morgan was still wearing the thin and transparent dress that showed off her figure, and the faint light mixed with moonlight and candlelight shone on her from the other side.

The body curves under the thin clothes was vividly outlined by this light, without any remaining parts.

This is a very subtle feeling.

Although you can't see anything on the surface, visually it's like you can see everything.

Ian knew that this was definitely not the result of Morgan's occasional display, but a trick that she had long been familiar with.

"Sit down."

Morgan patted the seat next to her.

"..."

Ian didn't refuse Morgan's request.

[You sat down in the position designated by Morgan.]

[However, before you could feel the softness of the bed, Morgan's foot landed directly in front of you.]

[Her strength was not too big or too small. While letting you feel the unbearable weight of life with her heel, she didn't put enough pressure on you to cut down your dragon.]

[The pressure of life and death that the sword of Damocles can exert is probably only this level.]

[She motioned you to get closer to her, and then hooked your chin with her finger in a just right position, speaking in a lukewarm tone.]

"Ian, you are my knight, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Ian looked directly at Morgan, "I will always be your most loyal knight."

"Then why are you chatting so happily with other women?"

"he's not she princess, or is she?"

Morgan's fingers gently gestured on Ian's chin.

"Ian, answer me seriously, you don't want anything important to be broken, do you?"

As she spoke, Morgan's heel used a little force.

A little cold sweat broke out on Ian's forehead.

But he wasn't flustered—because he knew how to explain.

[You confessed to Morgan that it was Artorius and emphasized again that he was male.]

[This is just a farewell between you and a junior who gets along well.]

[But Morgan didn't let you go.]

The princess's slender fingers gently wiped the knight's chin.

Ian also felt a real pressure—love came from Morgan's heel.

"Ian, I don't want to do this either, but you don't seem to be very honest."

"If it was a male, why give you a scarf?"

Sure enough, the scarf was asked.

But Ian wasn't flustered at all—because he really didn't have any thoughts about Artorius.

"Your Highness, your observation is really sharp."

"But—"

"Maybe you need to take a look at that scarf first."

[You took out the scarf that Artorius gave you.]

[Morgan took it into her hand and looked at it for a long time.]

[Under your gaze, she put it over the flame of the candlestick and burned it clean.]

"Ugly."

Morgan's voice sounded, and the burnt embers and stench disappeared.

"I don't like it at all. Don't let me see you get this kind of thing from any girl again."

"And—"

"Males are not allowed either."

"Gender unknown is not allowed either."

Speaking of this, Ian knew that the unfinished scarf did make Morgan believe what he said.

"Okay, Your Highness." He smiled slightly, "I will pay attention in the future."

[Morgan let you go for the time being.]

[Her heel relaxed a little, no longer making you feel enough pressure as before.]

[However, her questioning did not end.]

"Ian." Morgan leaned forward slightly.

"But didn't you say that the person named Artorius might have seen something he shouldn't have seen?"

Ian nodded.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"I did think so before, but after actually communicating, I found that he didn't notice what I did at that time at all."

"And there are some mistakes that I have to confess to you."

"Oh—?"

Morgan's finger brushed the edge of Ian's cheek.

"Tell me, what is it?"

Ian took a deep breath and said in a full apology:

"His appearance is somewhat similar to yours, I really can't do it."

Hearing this, Morgan pursed her lips and smiled.

"Ian, are you trying to say that you saw me in him?"

"Yes, Your Highness, you're right, that's why I didn't do it."

Ian looked extremely sincere, and Morgan had no way to doubt what he said.

Her heel slowly moved away from Ian.

"Ian, if that's the case, you should kill him even more."

"Being somewhat similar to me is a potential threat."

"Yes, Your Highness, now that I think about it, I should have done it." Ian did not deny his mistake.

"I am willing to accept all punishment."

"Punishment?"

Morgan stood up.

In the moonlight, she was graceful, her skin was as smooth as cream, like a unique elf dancing in this world.

"Well, I really should give you some punishment."

Morgan turned around and grabbed Ian's hand.

"I'll punish you for accompanying me to sit on my father's throne for a while."