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

[Morgan's words put you on alert.]

[You won't let anyone harm Morgan.]

[While carrying Morgan, you grip your longsword.]

[Talent: Blessing of the Lake + Activated.]

[With your increased magic resistance, you sense a faint presence in the air.]

[However, you can't determine what it is.]

[But according to Morgan's words, it should be the so-called traces of magic.]

"Ian, put me down."

"Yes, Princess Morgan."

There is always a simmering fire of desire between the princess and the knight, but in critical moments, they suppress it deep within their hearts.

This is not only for themselves but also for each other.

With her feet back on the ground, Morgan felt no sense of security.

"Ian, something's wrong."

"Yes." Ian nodded.

"Princess Morgan, even I can feel something amiss."

"What... could this be?"

"I don't know yet."

Morgan had completely lost the cheerful demeanor she had on horseback.

Instead, she had a more serious, scrutinizing look—the cold, stern expression she usually showed to others.

"Ian, be careful."

"Yes, I will, Princess Morgan."

[You draw your longsword and begin to be vigilant of your surroundings.]

[You shield Morgan behind you, vowing to protect her with your life.]

[Your focus is sharper than ever.]

[But some things can't be avoided just by focusing.]

[You and Morgan continue to explore.]

[A dark shadow attacks you.]

[By the time you react, it's already in front of you.]

Ian never imagined that anything could appear directly in front of him.

The night was deep.

In the forest, he couldn't make out what it was, but his blood's instinct overrode his thoughts.

"Don't you dare harm My Princess!"

Ian unhesitatingly drew his new sword.

Though it wasn't yet comfortable in his hand, he knew this was no time to complain.

All he had to do was draw his sword for the princess!

With a bang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the dark forest.

With just this simple clash, Ian felt the opponent's fierce momentum—this strength was definitely not ordinary!

But even more astonishing things were yet to come.

The clouds in the sky were blown away by the wind, revealing the previously hidden bright moon.

In the dark forest, the clear moonlight shone.

Ian's eyes widened, unable to believe what he saw.

Because standing before him was not an attacker or some beast, but... a suit of armor!

To be precise, a suit of armor with no one inside, yet moving, and in its hand, it held a giant sword!

The thing he had just clashed with was this?!

Ian gasped, but his fighting spirit didn't weaken.

Because behind him was the person to whom he had sworn his allegiance.

Retreat?

That was something he couldn't do even in death!

No matter what it was, if it dared to harm Morgan, he would absolutely stand in its way!

However—

Just as Ian was about to charge at the armor again, Morgan stopped him.

"Ian, don't fight anymore."

"It won't move anymore."

"Hmm?"

Only then, at Morgan's words, did Ian notice that after the empty armor revealed itself, it had remained still, completely lacking its previous fierce momentum.

He took a deep breath and thrust his longsword at it.

The moment the blade struck, the armor turned into petals, falling to the ground with the wind.

Ian couldn't believe what he saw, but he quickly realized that this was part of some magic.

He looked at Morgan.

"Princess Morgan."

"It's magic." Morgan confirmed Ian's thought, "Let's search around again."

"Alright."

[You and Morgan search again.]

[Soon, you find more empty suits of armor like the first one.]

[But each suit of armor is like the first one—they only make a single slashing motion and then stop moving.]

[And when your blade strikes them, these seemingly fierce armors turn into petals and disappear.]

[After several times, Morgan stops you.]

"Princess Morgan."

Ian looked at the petals on the ground.

"What exactly is this..."

"It's probably the work of the same magician who hid the name of the other heir last time," Morgan replied, her voice slightly strained.

"These armors were likely petals from the start, and we just perceived them as armor."

Magic that could make people perceive petals as armor?

If anyone else had said that, Ian would have found it impossible to believe.

But the person speaking in front of him was Morgan.

Despite their nightly intimacies, Ian never forgot that she was an excellent magician.

In matters of magic, her words were never doubted.

But he quickly realized a problem:

"Princess Morgan, then why do these armors just slash once and then stop?"

"Because—"

Morgan looked at the knight still holding his longsword.

"These are probably just guards to ensure the effectiveness of some magic. He probably didn't expect someone like you to dare face these empty armors, did he?"

"Ian, your bravery allowed me to discover these things."

Faced with Morgan's words, Ian smiled calmly and returned his longsword to its sheath.

"Princess Morgan, I'm just fulfilling my promise."

"As long as I'm here, I won't let you be harmed."

"But Princess Morgan, I have a question—since these things have been set up, why not just make the combat part complete as well? It seems more thorough that way."

"It couldn't be... because the magician was too lazy to do it?"

"I don't know."

Morgan's expression was complicated.

"But I can sense that new problems are about to appear before us."

"Ian, will everything we have now be destroyed again?"

Seeing Morgan's expression, Ian said nothing more.

He pulled Morgan into his arms, gently stroking her back, and replied:

"No, it won't."

"Princess Morgan, I swear to you with my life."

"No one can take away what you rightfully deserve."

"The figure sitting on the throne will always be you alone."