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

"Understood, Your Highness."

Ian was as calm as ever, as if Morgan's request was just asking him how his day was.

This made Morgan a little unhappy.

"Heh, Ian, is this your reaction?"

"For you, marrying me is such a plain thing?"

"Your Highness, my feelings are by no means plain."

Ian skillfully controlled the reins, which made the two people on horseback hardly feel any bumps.

"I just can't find any words to describe it."

"But how can you prove it?"

Morgan was relentless.

"I can't know your true thoughts."

"Your Highness, I can't prove it."

Ian hugged Morgan in his arms a little tighter.

"And companionship is the only thing I can do."

"So I can only explain it to you little by little in the future."

Hearing this, a moment of joy flashed across Morgan's face, but it soon returned to calm.

"Ian, you should know that I didn't ask you to marry me because I love you."

"I understand, Your Highness."

Ian answered like a loyal servant.

"I am your property, a pawn for you to use, a knight to serve you."

"But this is still my most honorable moment."

"Aren't you sad at all?" Morgan asked softly.

"You're just my toy."

"Yes, I'm not sad. Your Highness's choice has always been the path I should take."

[Morgan didn't answer you.]

[But you can feel her getting closer to you again.]

[The wheat field grown from the magic seeds was blown by the wind, and the ears of rice floated out of the wheat stalks, like golden drizzle.]

[As they drifted away in the wind, you heard Morgan's voice again.]

"Ian, don't you have any regrets?"

Morgan looked at the scene of the harvest in front of her and asked.

"Yes."

"Then tell me, when was it?"

"When you needed my good morning, but I left first. To this day, it is still a regret in my heart."

"What else?"

"Failed to kill Vortigern for you."

"Besides that."

"Well... failed to find that hidden offspring for you."

"Aren't these all my regrets?" Morgan suddenly realized.

"Yes, because it is your regret, so it is also my regret."

"..."

Morgan gently elbowed Ian.

"Ian, a person like you deserves to be used by me for a lifetime."

"But I am willing, Your Highness."

"How foolish."

Although she said so, Morgan's hand touched Ian's hand.

"Without me, you don't know how many women will deceive you and how many times you will be heartbroken."

[You two pulled the reins together.]

[This is a very intimate behavior, and you will know that your relationship is unusual at a glance.]

[Of course, all of this only exists on the premise of seeing it.]

[Now there is no one else around you]

[This is the time for you two to be alone.]

[The princess's war horse walked forward and came to the end of the wheat field.]

"Stop, Ian." Morgan said.

"I want to go down and have a look."

"Okay, Your Highness."

Ian skillfully served Morgan.

She landed on the road between the fields in a very elegant movement.

"Ian, take me to the best growing wheat field."

"Understood, Your Highness."

According to Morgan's request, Ian took her hand and led her to a wheat field with the best growth.

This is one of the most fertile land and the most nourishing water source among all the wheat fields.

Therefore, compared with other wheat fields, discerning people can see its uniqueness at a glance.

Morgan walked over.

She broke off an ear of wheat, looked at it, picked it for a while, and then pinched off a few grains of seed.

"Ian, come here."

"Yes."

"Open your mouth."

"Ah—"

Morgan put her fingers stained with the seed on Ian's tongue.

"Ian, eat it."

Ian nodded and then held Morgan's slender fingers.

And she, with a bit of playfulness, gently stirred between his lips for a while, before withdrawing her fingers with joy.

"How does the wheat taste?"

"...It seems a little bitter."

"Any other feelings?"

"...Dry."

Morgan frowned slightly—this expression didn't look like a good sign.

"Ian, the situation is a little more troublesome than expected."

"My magic seems to be difficult to reverse this decline of the land."

"This is not your fault, Your Highness."

Ian took the ear of wheat from Morgan's hand and tasted some more.

He smiled and said:

"And Your Highness, there are still sweet and full seeds in it."

"It's good that you can notice the defective parts, but please don't forget the existence that has become beautiful because of you."

"Your magic is indeed very beneficial to us, so I hope you don't feel sad about it."

Hearing these words, Morgan sneered.

"Heh, Ian, are you saying these words because you don't want me to be sad?"

"Your Highness, you asked me to marry you, isn't it also to keep me from being sad because of bad women?" Ian answered respectfully, "Our ideas are the same."

"Ian, you are really good at empathy."

Morgan turned around and hooked Ian's chin with the fingers that had just been stained with wheat.

"But aren't you worried that I am also a bad woman?"

"I'm really not worried." Ian said calmly.

"If Your Highness is a bad woman, I think I would have died without a burial place."

"Even if you take a step back, if Your Highness is really a so-called bad woman, spending so much time on me may be enough to prove that you are a little lacking in this ability."

"Ian." Morgan stared at the knight in front of her, "Are you trying to say that I have no charm?"

"Sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean that."

"No, you are." Morgan folded her arms.

"I'm angry."

"I'm going to punish you now."

"I'll punish you for holding my horse for a day."

Although he knew that they might have more important things to do.

But Ian understood that this was a relaxation that there was no reason to refuse—he knew that Morgan thought so too.

Although after that, the two of them might have some difficulty explaining where they went that day.

But what does it matter?

"As you wish, Your Highness."

"Well, get on the horse."

[You and Morgan returned to the war horse.]

[You don't have any destination, but you tacitly avoid this question.]

[You know that you will discuss many good things on this day, either a wedding or the future.]

[But what you don't know is: tonight, you will discover another secret.]