Ian looked back.
He saw Vortigern standing outside the tent, and the moonlight fell on his body like gauze, as if it was dyed a little white.
The eyes that had experienced the same years as King Uther were now flowing with complex emotions.
Ian knew that Vortigern in front of him already understood that he was here to assassinate him tonight.
"When did you find out?"
Ian asked coldly.
Now that he has been exposed, he is no longer as silent as before.
"Well... you want to talk about these things."
Vortigern walked into the tent alone - he was not afraid of Ian who came to assassinate him.
"Perhaps since you said you wanted to kill the enemy but didn't swear allegiance to me."
Only then did Ian realize that his cleverness had not escaped Vortigern's eyes.
He saw everything.
"Vortigern, you are not qualified to ask me to do this. I will only be loyal to..."
Before Ian could finish speaking, Vortigern spoke in advance:
"Morgan, the daughter of King Uther, right?"
"Your successive defeats were just to please her. You didn't even let her know about it. You just silently shouldered all the infamy."
"Ian, do you think it's really worth it?"
There was no blame in Vortigern's words, more like an older sage persuading the younger generation.
Ian knew that this was swaying his mind, and he immediately replied;
"Worth it!"
"There is nothing wrong with a knight bearing infamy for the sake of the one he swore allegiance to!"
"But if the person you swear the oath chooses to sacrifice you just for his own selfish desires." Vortigern looked directly at Ian in front of him, "Do you still think there is no problem?"
"Selfish desires?"
"That's right." Vortigern let out a long sigh, "She is a princess, but she is present at the battle line. She has never commanded, but always has won one after another."
"As long as you look at the overall situation, you can see that there is a big problem - it's all just to show off her greatness in front of her father."
"I should have been grateful that this stupid act led the British army to a place of eternal destruction, but I didn't expect that my brother's mind had not been dulled by time and saw through it all."
"It's such a shame."
[Vortigern's calm narration allows you to fully understand the reason why Morgan appeared on the front line of the battlefield. ]
[You are glad that King Uther is wise and was not fooled by his daughter's tricks. ]
[But your loyalty remains to Morgan. ]
"No, His Majesty transferred the princess for other reasons!" Ian countered, "It's definitely not what you said!"
"Is there any reason for my brother to transfer a general who has achieved such a record from the front line?" Vortigern pointed out the problem without mercy.
"Is he worried about his daughter's safety?"
"But if this was really the case, she wouldn't be allowed to go to the battlefield in the first place."
"..."
Ian was silent.
In fact, he had already felt all that Vortigern said just now.
but--
That's Morgan.
The person you swore allegiance to.
No matter what she does, he should accept it!
[You pulled out the blade Morgan gave you and stabbed Vortigern. ]
[As a former knight of Britain and now a minion of the White Dragon, your offensive is fierce and swift. ]
[Talent Combat Continuation++ has been replaced by Death Heart++: You have started the assassination of Vortigern. You have a premonition that you will die here, but before that, your attention will be completely focused on the assassination. Regarding Vortigern. ]
[But just like when you first met Vortigern, as a vicious king, he has unimaginable intuition, and it is difficult for your attacks to be effective against him. ]
[You burst out of the tent and arrived at the center of the military camp, attracting a large number of soldiers. ]
[Talent Agent++ activates. ]
[Dark clouds obscured the bright moon in the sky. Everyone except Vortigern mistakenly identified you as Morgan because of the blade in your hand. No one questioned this. ]
[Vortigern's strength is far superior to yours. While he is avoiding your attacks, he is also constantly counterattacking. The wounds on your body are increasing. ]
[Talent is activated by fighting for life. ]
[The pain of the wound wakes you up. You realize how dangerous the vicious king Vortigern is. He may become a stumbling block for Morgan in the future. ]
[So even if you really die here today, you are determined to do more for her. ]
[Your body begins to exert abilities far beyond normal, which frightens the soldiers who want to come over to help. ]
[Vortigern has only seen your strong will when you are trying to survive, but has never seen your courage when you are determined to die. ]
[Taking this opportunity, you finally left a scar on his face. ]
[But that's all. Vortigern reacted quickly, and you were quickly knocked to the ground. ]
"Stop."
Vortigern stopped all the soldiers who wanted to get closer.
"You all get out of my way."
No one dares to disobey the White Dragon King.
In the dim night, Vortigern bent down, looked at Ian lying in a pool of blood, and sighed.
"Young man, no, I should call you Ian."
"You know? Even if you enter the tent without a sword, you will realize that it is a trap I set for you - I never rested there."
"But I didn't wait for you like this, and you didn't realize it was my trap."
"You know what? I feel like we could have been better kings and subjects if we had the chance."
puff--
Ian spat a mouthful of blood on Vortigern's face.
"That is absolutely impossible! I will only swear allegiance to the princess!"
"Kill me, Vortigern!"
"..."
Vortigern was not angry at Ian's unreasonable behavior.
On the contrary, he felt even more regretful.
Vortigern wiped the blood from the scar on his face.
"Ian, your loyalty makes me sigh, but your stubbornness also makes me feel stupid."
"I won't kill you."
"Because your actions will bring you consequences more painful than death."
"Withdraw the troops from here!" Vortigern raised his hand, "We will open up a new battlefield and overthrow Britain!"
"Oooo!"
[Vortigern did not give you the final fatal blow. ]
[He left here with his troops. ]
[You are thinking about his words quietly in the pool of blood, but you cannot agree with them at all. ]
[For you, Morgan is everything to your soul. ]
[Your consciousness gradually blurs, and Morgan's figure appears in front of you again. ]
[You closed your eyes, preparing to leave this world with the afterimage in front of you. ]
[And at this moment, you heard a familiar voice. ]
[That's the trumpet call of Britain - here they come. ]
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