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

[Your investigation continues.]

[Talent Hidden Deep has been activated: You understand that the reason why you, Morgan, and Gawain are not affected by the legend is because of Morgan's magical blessing—the mysterious magician does not seem to have adjusted his magic to an impeccable level.]

[You ordered Gawain to thoroughly investigate the people who talked about this, hoping to find more flaws in this magic.]

[Gawain believed in your order, and he meticulously investigated the legend of the Red Dragon.]

[But as the number of contacts with rumors increased, there seemed to be some doubts in his heart.]

"Father, that's about the situation today."

Gawain held the sword inherited from Ian and replied respectfully.

It was still a day of no gain.

But Ian did not intend to blame Gawain—after all, his efforts were obvious to all.

"Well, I see, go back and rest first."

"Okay."

Gawain put away the sword and turned to walk towards the corridor.

However, when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and then turned around.

"Father, can I ask you some questions?"

"..."

Ian smiled slightly.

"Of course, my child."

"Then—"

Gawain paid close attention to his tone.

"Father, I want to know what it would mean for us if the Red Dragon was real?"

What should come will come sooner or later.

Ian had long expected Gawain to ask such a question—and he had already prepared his answer.

"Gawain, my child, if the so-called Red Dragon really exists."

"I think it might become a great enemy of me and your mother."

"Great enemy?"

Gawain's expression was a little surprised. He didn't expect such an answer at all.

"Father, I don't mean to contradict you, but if everything is true, wouldn't that be the key for us to crusade against the White Dragon?"

"Gawain, you're right." Ian did not deny Gawain's words.

"But have you ever thought about where the Red Dragon will go if the White Dragon falls?"

"..."

Gawain thought for a while and suddenly realized.

"Father, do you mean that the Red Dragon will one day become an existence like the White Dragon?"

"Maybe, how to understand it is your personal choice."

Ian looked at the knight in front of him who had a somewhat similar face to him.

"However, your mother and I hope that you can carefully consider all of this."

"..."

"I understand, Father."

Gawain left Ian's sight.

On the royal court corridor, he looked at the flowers all over the courtyard.

The blue eyes inherited from Morgan had a bit more confused meaning.

[The legend of the Red Dragon further fermented in Camelot.]

[The appearance of the legend became clearer—the incarnation of the Red Dragon might be inside the knights.]

[Since then, the knights of Britain began to look forward to the birth of the new king, which also created a kind of impetuousness and arrogance among them that they thought they would be the new king.]

[The throne recognition that you and Morgan spent a lot of time cultivating was completely destroyed in just a few months.]

[Although it's not to the point where nothing is left, you have to admit that the situation is far from what it used to be.]

[Morgan fell ill.]

[But no one can get close to her except you, not even Gawain.]

"Princess."

Ian closed the door of the room.

He sat on the bed where he and Morgan didn't know how many times they had been happy, looking at her slightly haggard face with heartache.

"You have to take a good rest and take care of your health. Britain needs your existence."

"Is that so..."

Morgan, lying on the bed, shook her head self-deprecatingly.

"I don't think that's the case at all, right? Even without my existence, Britain would still continue to shine."

"Princess, that's not the case. You have done so much for Camelot..."

Before Ian finished speaking, Morgan had already raised her head and kissed him.

Rather than an emotional outburst on the surface, it was more like a response to Ian's loyalty that had not faded to this day.

Morgan kissed for a long time before slowly releasing Ian's lips.

The pair of blue eyes regained some color.

"Ian, I don't love you at all. Why do you always consider things from my perspective?"

"Because then I can see the scenery in your eyes, Princess."

Ian reached out and tidied Morgan's hair that she didn't have the energy to comb because of her illness.

"That's the future I desire most."

"Heh, then according to you, do you understand what I'm thinking now?"

"Of course."

Ian hugged Morgan into his arms and gently stroked her back.

"You are not convinced, right?"

"You are not reconciled to things turning out like this—I know all of this."

"..."

Morgan's hand trembled on Ian's arm, and finally she scratched it with her fingers.

It was a silent vent.

Ian bit his lip and silently endured it all.

A few minutes later, Morgan finally calmed down.

She leaned in Ian's arms and said softly:

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, but I don't mind." Ian comforted Morgan.

"Princess, if you are willing, I can kill those knights who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth and think they can become the new king for you."

"No, there's no need."

Morgan's finger gently drew her name on Ian's chest.

"They won't succeed."

"Ian, just like you said, I still can't accept all of this."

"Then will you stand by my side as always?"

"Princess, I think I have emphasized it many times. You don't need to ask for my opinion—I will always stand with you."

"But I want to hear you say it again."

Morgan hugged Ian's waist and buried her head in his chest.

"Don't you want to?"

Ian did not hesitate, he said directly:

"Princess, whether it is the past, the present, or the future that has not yet been touched, I will always stand by your side."

"Then offer me your loyalty."

Morgan looked up at Ian, her eyes moist.

"I want more children who can be trained as knights."

"I am more than willing, Princess."

Ian leaned into Morgan's lips tasting them again.

Morgan leaned onto his kisses, While her hands reached towards his groin.

She rubbed his sleeping dragon, Nudging it awake.

"Ian i want you to take in charge today"

Morgan was tired with all the prophecy drama.

She wanted to just let Ian please her today.

"Then Princess be prepared to cry my name aloud".

Ian declared and pressed morgan onto the bed and kissed her sweet cherry lips repeatedly.

His lower body already preparing to do its work.

He entered her insides, soon reaching the cave where he had to place his offerings.

Ian muffled her moans with kisses.

"Ahghhh...iaghn...gwivme..ywour..cwhild"...

Her words though not proper Ian could understand the meaning.

He increased his speed..

Pah~

Pah~

Pah~

Sounds of flesh clapping echoed in the room.

Ian had decided.

He would definitely fill her cave enough to have two children at once.

He continued his hard work.

That day morgan slept with a delightful expression after a long time.

she slept while patting her tummy full of Ian's vile essence.

...

.....

[You and Morgan had more children.]

[Gaheris and Agravain were born one after another.]

[Like Gawain, with the blessing of magic, they also have talents that ordinary people can't match and unimaginable growth rates.]

[Under the influence of the atmosphere of the legend, you did not hold a grand banquet for them.]

[But you and Morgan still took care of them with the best conditions, and let Gawain call them brothers.]

[Soon, Gareth, as a younger sister, was also born.]

[You train these children with the highest requirements of a knight—and all of this is for Morgan.]

[You find that the legend of the Red Dragon seems to have no other use except to make the knights more impetuous.]

[You feel that this may be the bluff of the magician you have never met.]

[Until this day, a silver-haired man appeared under the city wall.]

[That was a feeling of ill will.]