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

[The knights who fled back from the front line one after another arrived in Camelot.]

[Just as Morgan said, under the influence of her magic, they recognized your identity without any doubt.]

[They, like the residents of the royal capital, called you King Lot, but they seemed more willing to refer to you as Knight Lord Ian than that name.]

[From the stories of these defeated people, you pieced together a more surprising truth.]

[That is, after Vortigern defeated King Uther, he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue—this is the fundamental reason why the knights were able to escape back.]

[He seemed to be looking for something more important on the land of Britain.]

[You know that this may have an inseparable connection with the decline of the Age of Gods he mentioned earlier.]

[But more than this, you are more concerned about the favorable aspects of this news for you and Morgan.]

[After all, it is not a happy thing to fight Vortigern again in this state.]

[Morgan and your views are not much different.]

[Time passed slowly in the cautious worries of the two of you.]

"Princess."

Ian stood on the city wall, looking at the vast expanse of gold that stretched to the end of his sight.

"It's harvest time again."

"Yes."

Morgan nodded, looked at Ian beside her, and moved her lips slightly.

"Ian, am I still as attractive to you as before?"

"Of course."

"Do you still love me now?"

"Of course."

"It's a pity that I still don't love you."

"It doesn't matter, Princess, love has never been something that needs a response."

"Then kiss me once, knight, I want to hear if your heartbeat is the same as what you said."

Morgan demanded.

"It will be so." Ian as the loyal knight would never deny her demands.

The knight kissed the princess on the city wall, and under their feet was the constantly declining land of Britain.

Neither of them knew how long the lie they had created together could last.

But cherishing the beauty in front of them was a common consensus.

[What Morgan said earlier is constantly becoming reality.]

[Your child Gawain was born in Camelot.]

[Just as Morgan said, Gawain was born with her magical blessing.]

[You can clearly feel that his talent and growth rate are different from ordinary people.]

[And this extraordinary performance will be concealed by Morgan with additional magic.]

[However, under the intentional control of you and Morgan, Gawain's birth did not become a major event that alarmed Camelot—after all, now is not the time for a big banquet.]

[But this does not mean that you have treated Gawain badly.]

[You have provided him with the best growth environment.]

[Morgan taught him the etiquette and knowledge that a royal family should have, and you taught him the swordsmanship and courage that a knight should have.]

[There is a specially organized place in the royal court.]

[You and little Gawain are doing daily exercises here.]

"Gawain, why did you stop?"

Morgan looked at little Gawain sitting next to her and asked.

"I don't want to practice anymore."

Little Gawain turned his face away, looking a little angry.

Morgan was quite concerned about Gawain.

"What's wrong?"

"Gawain, tell me."

"If it's your father's fault, I will definitely make him correct it."

"Father he..." Little Gawain turned his head, his little face flushed red.

"Father, he keeps looking at you, mother! He didn't practice with me seriously at all. I don't like this kind of perfunctory feeling!"

"..."

The corner of Morgan's mouth moved, looking like she wanted to laugh.

But she finally held back.

"Well... this is indeed too much."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to him now."

"Yes, yes!" Little Gawain nodded repeatedly.

Morgan walked up to Ian and grabbed his hand—this was the most intimate action she could achieve with Ian in front of her child.

"Ian, how can you treat Gawain like this?"

"He is our child, you should teach him carefully and make him an excellent knight under our command."

"But now you only look at me."

"Sorry, I won't do it again."

"I didn't say I wanted you to correct this."

Morgan's fingers gently rubbed Ian's fingers, her slender index and middle fingers slightly forked on his middle finger, comparing the appearance of her legs apart.

"I just hope you pay attention to the occasion—"

"Better occasions, better experiences."

"For example, when you are in the room, you can look wherever you want."

"I see, I understand."

"Gawain, come here, your father won't be distracted anymore."

"I'm coming!"

[Little Gawain has never slept in the same room with you.]

[As your descendant, he has his own luxurious big room.]

[Of course, if you really want to trace it back, everything is actually arranged by you.]

[Because the joy between you and Morgan will never stop because of Gawain's birth.]

[But this does not mean that you only seek pleasure and neglect the governance of Camelot.]

[You reorganized the injured soldiers and horses, revised the laws, and issued more positive policies.]

[When the land's output decreased, you planted better magic seeds on a large scale to resist this disaster as much as possible.]

[Many disputes in the city are resolved by you personally, and you can always see your figure listening to opinions on the road.]

[The people are not fools, they can see your and Morgan's efforts.]

[The panic caused by King Uther's defeat was gradually eliminated.]

[Although you have never claimed the throne, in their hearts, you and Morgan, as princes, are already the uncrowned kings of Camelot.]

[Gawain has also grown into an excellent knight during this period.]

[He inherited your horse and sword.]

"Father, mother, I'm going to patrol."

"Go." Ian waved his hand and said, "But you must remember that you are already an excellent knight, and you must always restrain your temper."

"Yes, I know."

Gawain replied respectfully.

"I will never embarrass my father and mother."

Watching Gawain go away, Ian's heart was slightly touched.

Morgan next to him grabbed his hand at this time.

"Ian, let's go somewhere today."

"Of course, no problem." Ian smiled slightly. "But Princess, can you tell me where you want to go in advance?"

"I'll prepare something for you."

"No need to prepare anything."

Morgan looked at the man next to her, her eyes full of tenderness.

"It's in this royal court, and we've been there once."

"Princess, could it be..."

"Ian, you're right."

Morgan showed an elegant smile, covering up her unceasing ambition.

"I want to go see the throne with you again."