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

[Morgan teased you.]

[She must have some way to bring the prestige you can gain into her hands.]

[However, you don't mind this kind of thing.]

[After all, if you can help Morgan achieve her wish, it's a good choice for you.]

[You started to take action.]

[You reorganized the city's guards and asked them to actively check the city's defenses.]

[You gathered the refugees near the royal capital in the name of Britain, providing them with food and work.]

[You asked Morgan to make a kind of magic seed. Although it can't completely offset the impact of the decline of the Age of Gods, the land's yield is indeed higher than before after planting.]

[You didn't just talk about it, but took the lead in participating in these things, and everyone felt your efforts.]

[Your already high status in the city continued to climb.]

[Every resident of the royal capital respected you and talked to you with honorifics.]

[Children began to tell your story in the streets and alleys, and from time to time they would raise a branch to the sky, imitating your appearance.]

[However, you don't care about these things at all.]

[You are still the knight who only expresses loyalty to Morgan, and this has never changed.]

[During the day, you plant seeds with the laborers transformed from refugees.]

[At night, you work hard on Morgan's body.]

"Your Highness, can you tell me why you did this now?"

"No."

Morgan's slender fingers brushed Ian's cheek, looking a little playful.

"It's not time for you to know yet."

"I understand, Your Highness."

"Yes." Morgan nodded, then leaned close to Ian's ear and gently blew a breath of air.

"Tonight... I won't allow you to back down."

[You continued Morgan's orders.]

[The scope of what you did is getting wider and wider, and the number of people affected is also increasing.]

[You know that all of this is for Morgan, so you are full of motivation.]

[Many people participated in your revival, and a prosperous scene appeared for a while.]

[You realized that the illusion you and Morgan longed for seemed to be becoming a reality in a subtle and slow way.]

"Uncle Ian!"

A group of little girls gathered around Ian, calling his name with innocent faces.

"What's wrong?"

Ian bent down and smiled, touching their heads.

"The sisters over there."

One of the little girls stretched out her hand and pointed to a distant place.

"Let me ask you why you are still alone, wouldn't it be very lonely?"

"This..."

Ian looked up at the direction the little girl was pointing, and soon saw some figures hiding in the house.

Presumably those are the "sisters" the little girl mentioned.

"Because he likes to be alone like this."

[A familiar voice sounded.]

[You turned around and saw Morgan rarely appearing on the streets at this moment.]

[You realized that she heard the conversation between you and the little girls just now.]

"Eh—?"

The little girl blinked her big watery eyes, looked at Morgan, and then at Ian.

"Uncle Ian, like to be alone?"

"Yes."

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

In the eyes of others, this is a very standard royal smile, without any flaws.

However, in Ian's eyes, that was not a friendly smile.

This premonition soon became a reality.

I saw Morgan with such a smile, bent down.

"Children, go back and tell them that if you bother this knight with such meaningless questions again."

"I will consider strangling them on the city wall and letting the eagles peck at their bodies."

"Understood?"

Morgan said these words with a smile, but the little girls felt a chill.

Before long, they all ran away.

And Morgan looked at this scene, the smile on her face seemed even more beautiful.

Ian coughed lightly a few times, and then bowed very respectfully.

"Your Highness."

"Yes, knight." Morgan nodded in response.

Although every night is a dry firewood and a fire, in this kind of occasion, the two of them maintain absolute restraint.

The union of the knight and the princess cannot be made clear.

But having said that.

Compared to Morgan, who shows her desire at night, Ian, who has always maintained respect, is much more comfortable.

"Your Highness, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Knight, listening to your tone, it seems that you don't want to see me?"

"No." Ian shook his head respectfully.

"Your Highness, your arrival has made my mood for the day pleasant."

"Please let me do something for you in return."

"Yes." Morgan nodded.

"Then knight, take me to see the land, I want to know your results."

"As you wish, Your Highness."

[You have a legitimate reason.]

[You brought a horse for Morgan.]

[With your assistance, she got on the horse in an elegant way, and you naturally led the horse for her.]

[The two of you left the city smoothly in a way that would not be suspected by anyone.]

Da—

Da—

The horse's hooves rose and fell on the road of the field ridge.

"Here... we shouldn't be seen, right?" Morgan, sitting on the horse, asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Ian, who was leading the horse rope, responded quickly.

"We have walked a long way, no one can see us."

"Then Ian, I order you." Morgan pulled the rope and stopped the horse under her feet, "Come up now."

"...Okay."

Ian's combat experience is very rich.

Even if there is another person sitting on the horse, it will not affect his horse riding action at all.

"Hold me."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Ian's hands passed through Morgan's waist, and while pulling the horse rope, he also hugged her slightly petite body into his arms.

A familiar fragrant smell floated into Ian's nostrils.

He knew that this was her breath, and he couldn't help but take a few more breaths enjoyably.

The wind blows the wheat sea, setting off waves of golden ears.

Morgan's voice also sounded quietly.

"Do I smell good?"

"Yes." Ian didn't hide his thoughts, "Your Highness, you always make me so intoxicated."

"I hope you're not lying to me."

Morgan showed a shallow smile of victory.

"However, since you have gained so much joy from it, in exchange, shouldn't you leave something behind?"

"Your Highness, everything I have belongs to you, I don't know what else I can leave for you."

"Of course there are things to leave behind." Morgan looked at the wheat field that was blown by the wind in front of her.

"I said, everything about you is mine, and fame is no exception."

"So—"

Morgan leaned back a little and leaned against Ian's strong chest.

"Ian... I order you to marry me."

"Let me confiscate your fame as well."