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

[This is a legend that appeared without any warning.]

[You learned about all this in Gawain's report.]

["The White Dragon has sharp teeth and claws, rampaging over the land with a tyrannical posture."]

["But the people of Britain, you don't need to be afraid."]

["The incarnation of the Red Dragon will surely descend among you and become the new king of Britain."]

["The Knights of the Round Table will raise their swords together to fight against foreign enemies."]

["If the Red Dragon appears, the White Dragon will die, and Britain will still exist."]

["Everyone, please wait with anticipation for the proof to come!"]

"Father, mother, that's probably it."

"Perhaps there are some other versions, but I don't think they will be too different."

Gawain, dressed as a knight, spoke respectfully in front of Ian and Morgan—he sincerely respected his parents.

"Okay, go back."

"Understood, father."

Watching Gawain disappear at the end of the corridor, Ian closed the door.

Silence enveloped the room, silently declaring that some unspeakable crisis had quietly arrived.

"Princess."

Ian walked up to Morgan and opened his mouth with a serious expression.

"Things seem a little wrong."

Morgan said what Ian was about to say as if she had predicted it.

"Ian, you want to know why there is such a legend suddenly, right?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded. "This doesn't make sense."

"Neither I nor Gawain have heard of such a thing during previous patrols."

"It was simply born to deter us."

"I think we should put the plan on hold for now and find out what's going on."

"Yes."

Morgan grabbed Ian's hand.

"But before that, Ian, I want to ask you a question."

"Please speak, Princess."

"What do you... think of this legend?" Morgan's tone was somewhat probing.

"Meaningless." Ian did not hesitate at all.

"Meaningless?"

"Yes." Ian looked directly at Morgan in front of him. "Princess, the only person who can ascend to the throne in the end will be you, and only you."

"I do not recognize any king other than you."

"I will do my best to defend your throne, even if it requires me to sacrifice myself, I will not hesitate."

"Shut up."

Morgan pointed her finger at Ian's lips.

"You are my possession."

"Your sacrifice or not is up to me, it's not your turn to make your own decisions."

[You and Morgan temporarily shelved the idea of creating a foreign invasion.]

[Instead, you began to seriously investigate the legend of the Red Dragon that suddenly appeared in Camelot.]

[But the result surprised you.]

[Almost all the people and even the knights do not think that this is a sudden occurrence.]

[In their perception, this is a legend that appeared many years ago and has a high degree of credibility.]

[You suddenly realized that this time point seemed to coincide with the time point when King Uther went on an expedition.]

[You feel that the situation is even more wrong.]

[You returned to the royal court and reported all this to Morgan.]

"This is a legend that existed when my father went on an expedition?"

Morgan's eyes widened a little, and a burst of surprise appeared in her blue eyes.

"How is this possible?"

"I have never heard of such a thing!"

Ian was not surprised by Morgan's reaction—because his first reaction was the same.

If the legend of the Red Dragon had spread many years ago, it would be absolutely impossible for him and Morgan not to know!

Then—

There is only one answer.

Ian looked at Morgan and found that she was also looking at him.

After exchanging glances, they knew that they had thought of the same thing.

"Princess, is it magic?"

"It should be right." Morgan replied coldly, "And it's an implied magic that has been hidden for a long time, and the effective range is the entire Camelot."

"Princess, doesn't that have something in common with your previous magic?"

"Yes."

Morgan looked serious.

"Considering the effective angle of the protection magic, those unmanned armors were probably to ensure that it would take effect at this moment."

"This..." Ian's expression became a little heavy.

"Is it the magician who uses petals again?"

"It's very likely to be like this."

Morgan walked to the bookshelf next to her, took out a thick book from it, and quickly flipped through it.

"Like the magic that hides the name, it has been running for a long time and cannot be easily removed."

Morgan closed the book with a snap, and her voice changed.

"This shows that my father denied me directly from the beginning."

"He never considered my possibility."

"..."

Listening to Morgan's somewhat distorted voice, Ian walked behind her, hugged her waist, and hugged her into his arms.

"It's okay, Princess."

"You don't need any recognition from the late king."

"Your ability is enough to erase this meaningless prejudice."

[Your comfort did play a big role.]

[Morgan, who was originally trembling with anger, gradually calmed down in your arms.]

[She put the book in her hand back on the bookshelf and tidied up her messy hair.]

"Indeed."

Morgan held the hand from Ian on her waist.

"I don't need that kind of recognition."

"I will achieve all this by myself."

"That's right, Princess."

Ian put his head on Morgan's shoulder and took a deep breath, looking very happy.

"Your persistence makes me even more intoxicated with you."

"Is that so?" Morgan, who had recovered, smiled slightly.

"Then Ian, you may have to pay something for enjoying these."

"Help me find out what the so-called proof of the Red Dragon is?"

"It should be so, Princess."

[You began to secretly investigate what exactly the proof of the Red Dragon was.]

[But the result was nothing—this magician who set up layers of traps seemed to have hidden the proof itself.]

[You realize that this is an extremely powerful opponent.]

[But what you don't know is that the actual situation may be much simpler than you think.]

On a hill somewhere outside Camelot.

A silver-haired man was standing on the slope, looking at the majestic castle in the distance.

He yawned and muttered to himself in a rather lazy tone:

"What should come has come."

"But I haven't made that thing yet... Well, forget it, I'll just make it casually in a few minutes."

(T/N: Bruh.. That's the sword in the stone dude.

I guess that's why it broke so easily.)

The man repeated words that were neither true nor false, nor did he know what they meant.

He scratched the back of his head and walked onto the road in the field.

After the footprints, there were flowers all over the ground.