Chapter 33: Desecrating the Throne with Impropiety
Morgan leaned against the throne.
The thin night gown had unknowingly, whether intentionally or unintentionally, slipped down her skin.
The princess's white shoulders were revealed in the silent night, and the subtle curves of the upper half of her chest and the small arc that bulged from it could be faintly seen.
However, Morgan didn't care about any of this.
Her foot, protruding from under the gown's hem, was pressing straight on the difference between the knight's earth and canyon.
Those blue eyes were gentle and blurred, as clear as broken crystals.
Ian knew that Morgan had completely substituted herself into the position of the king at this time.
He was also willing to cooperate with her in a play—even if there were no audience.
"Well, Your Highness, you're right, I'll kneel down now."
"Wait—"
Morgan stopped Ian with her foot, which was perfectly maintained by magic.
"I changed my mind."
"Since it's a knighthood, let me inspect your weapon."
Morgan held her face and showed a faint smile.
"My knight, is that okay?"
[Of course you can't refuse Morgan's request.]
[Although this place is not suitable for doing so. But you still took off your armor according to her wishes.]
[Even if you actually know that she just wants to play with you.]
[Morgan on the throne witnessed the whole process, and she asked you to stop temporarily from time to time.]
[And this pause also made her notice one thing.]
"Ian." Morgan said with a slight doubt, "Where is your saber?"
Knowing that he couldn't hide it from Morgan, Ian answered truthfully.
"Your Highness, I gave it to Artorius."
Hearing this, Morgan's expression instantly turned cold.
"Ian!"
"Why is it that man again! Are you really that interested in him?"
"Your Highness, this is a mistake in my previous plan. I am ashamed of my incompetence."
"Then it seems necessary to let you know whose property you are."
Morgan's foot slowly moved down, stepped on Ian's sleeping dragon, and then rubbed it.
She said coldly: "This is your punishment."
Morgan's feet were much more flexible than imagined.
And she knew very well how to break Ian—or how to torture Ian.
She knew her knight too well.
Finally, Ian couldn't hold on anymore.
"Your Highness, I was wrong."
"I really shouldn't have given away my saber without informing you."
"Please give me a chance."
"Just that?"
Morgan was relentless.
"Then Ian, tell me, what will you do when you see the man named Artorius next time?"
"I will try my best to kill him."
Morgan showed a satisfied smile.
"I see, I hope you do what you say."
The princess's feet finally spared her knight.
But that doesn't mean it's all over.
On the contrary, it symbolizes a new beginning,
Morgan on the throne sat up.
Her legs were slightly apart, her hands were on the armrests on both sides of the throne, and her body leaned back on the wine-red cushion behind her.
"Ian, the real inspection has just begun."
"I hope your weapons are as excellent as ever."
[You fully understand what Morgan means.]
[It's just that the situation seems to be a little different.]
[Tonight, affected by the throne under her, she is not so willing to follow everything as usual, she wants something more.]
[But she didn't tell you what kind of change she needed you to make.]
[At this time, you felt what a complicated situation is.]
[But you are not afraid of all this.]
[Because while Morgan understands you, you also understand Morgan well.]
[She is the princess who can subdue you the most, and you are the knight who understands her the most.]
"Excuse me, Your Highness."
Ian slowly squatted down.
The princess's jade feet maintain a soft and smooth feeling at all times, and every inch of skin is worth playing with carefully.
However, this is not the time for such artistic appreciation.
Ian held them and carefully lifted them up.
Until it is higher than Morgan's forehead;
Until it swept past Morgan's ears;
Until it landed on the backrest of the throne.
Until the holy cave of life completely revealed itself.
"Ian, do you know what you're doing?" Morgan looked directly at the approaching knight and asked.
"I know, Your Highness."
Ian was not intimidated by Morgan's words.
"You are the future king, and I am your knight. In this kind of thing, only I can serve you."
"So—"
Morgan looked at her own glistening cave under the moonlight. Her ears beet red as she realised his intentions.
"Is this the reason you did this?"
Ian nodded.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"You just need to sit on the throne, and I will swear allegiance to you."
"Ian, this is the throne." Morgan's tone became a little subtle, "And I am your princess."
"To do such improper things to the princess on the throne is a crime that cannot be overstated even if you are pierced by ten thousand arrows."
"But Your Highness, you didn't resist my behavior just now."
"..."
"..."
Morgan and Ian looked at each other and completely understood each other's thoughts through their expressions.
How could two people who know each other so well reject new stimuli?
"Then my knight show me your loyalty, prove your worth conquer the cave of life shower it with offerings and it will return with holy water of life"
"With pleasure my lord" Ian replied and redied his sword to be recognised by the throne.
With a hard thrust he demonstrated the power behind it. Piercing through every obstacles in his path to the depths of the cave, Making his king cry in amazement.
"Ian~ wond...erful do.it like this show... how worthy ..you are as a knight to ..this king". Morgan exclaimed, surprised by the power behind her knight's sword.
"Swoosh... swoosh". due to High speed thrust of his sword it created noise with the wind, akin to a real sword thrust.
[Morgan continued to praise the impressive demonstration performed by you and as reward granted you two precious jewels of her to aid in your conquest].
[Upon receiving the jewel you played with them like a little boy who finally got his first toy].
"Ian do you like the reward" Morgan asked as he continued his sword play while playing with the jewels in his mouth.
"Yes very much your majesty"
"Then you must also give me something in return"
Morgan whispered in his ears and continued in a even lower tone, "Ian mess me up tonight".
Morgan didn't want to disturb the play hence whispered softly, though no one actually witnessed the scene it just felt like a king issuing a secret command. Minus their positions and actions.
Ian obliged without any words and continued thrusting even faster making morgan realise that until now he was holding back.
"mmhmfmm~" morgan couldn't hide her joy of having such an excellent knight and replied "Ian you are doing well..a bit more".
With a final thrust you entered deepest depths of the cave of life and released your offerings in loads.
Morgan cheered "Yes...Ian~ah". Morgan exclaimed with joy as it rained down in holy water on Ian from the cave the water mixed with the offerings.
Morgan whispered "well done Ian now you are night recognised by the throne".
[You and Morgan had an in-depth exchange.]
[Talent Mystery Magic Obtained: Morgan seems to have applied some kind of magic that has not yet been unveiled to you through her body, but you can feel that it has no harm to you.]
[You know you are desecrating King Uther's throne.]
[But you know very well that instead of worrying about this kind of thing, you prefer to see Morgan's heartbeat accelerate because of you.]
[After all, he is just a king who abandoned his daughter, and she is the one you swear allegiance to.]
[Which is more important, you can tell at a glance.]
[However, this desecration did make you sober up a lot.]
[You remembered some things that must be brought up.]
"Your Highness."
"What's wrong? Do you already know your mistake?"
"Yes, I already know the mistake I made, and I feel ashamed and sad for it." Ian answered Morgan respectfully.
"But there are some things that I still hope to get your consent on."
"Make a request at this time?" Morgan sneered, "Ian, you really know how to pick the time."
"However, considering that you have worked hard, I allow you to say it."
"Well—Your Highness, the war is continuing, food production is decreasing, and many refugees have appeared near our royal capital."
"If possible, Your Highness, I wonder if we should do something? This may help you further establish your prestige."
"Ian, I have also noticed what you said, and we should do something."
Morgan stretched out her hand and gently stroked Ian's cheek.
"But this time, I hope you will do it, to establish your own prestige."
"I'll do it?" Ian was a little surprised, "Your Highness, my prestige is meaningless."
"This is your kingdom."
"Ian, you don't need to teach me how to do things."
Morgan, who is usually in a high position, exudes a cold and oppressive aura.
"I said, everything about you is mine."
"Prestige is no exception."