Chapter 11: Let the secrets sink into silence
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[The British army arrived.]
[They originally intended to launch a surprise attack on King Vortigern under the moonlight, but instead, they found you lying in a pool of blood.]
[You realize that Vortigern's grasp of the battlefield is far beyond your imagination.]
[But everything has lost its meaning. This is not something a dying person like you should consider. You only regret that you did not fulfill your responsibilities to Morgan.]
[The innate Determination to Die++ has been lost: Your assassination attempt on Vortigern ended in failure, and your will to survive began to weaken.]
[Someone recognized you.]
"Isn't this the White Dragon King's minion?! How could he fall here?!"
"It doesn't matter! This guy killed so many of our knights, this is what he deserves!"
"Let's kill him now!"
"Don't! Although it would be a relief to kill him, a person of his status should be tortured later!"
Opinions were clearly divided into two camps at this moment.
One faction focused on killing, the other on capturing.
But no matter which faction they belonged to, their words revealed their hatred for Ian.
Ian felt mixed emotions as he listened to his former colleagues arguing about how to deal with him.
According to the contract, since I did not complete Morgan's commission, I have no right to go back to see her and should die here.
But--
I really want to see her again.
Even just a glance.
Ian, lying in a pool of blood, closed his eyes in despair—he began to hate his own weakness.
[After a heated discussion, you were not killed on the spot in the end—the knights agreed that there would be a thousand ways to torture you after taking you back.]
[The talent Fighting for Life has been lost: Your assassination is over. To prevent you from dying so easily, the British knights have provided you with the lowest level of rescue.]
[Gifted Agent++ lost: The longsword given to you by Morgan was confiscated by the knights, and you can no longer be mistaken for Morgan. Later, someone recognized that this was a British-style longsword and presented it as a tribute.]
[You were put in thick shackles by the knights, and every day someone would throw stones at you to express their disdain.]
[They want to know why you were lying in a pool of blood that night.]
"Say!"
One of the knights grabbed Ian roughly by the neck—not all knights were polite, and there were occasionally some like this.
What's more, in their eyes, Ian could already be called the enemy of the knights.
He has taken many lives with his hands.
"What on earth just happened?!"
Facing the knight's roar, Ian, in shackles, just looked at him silently.
And just with this one glance, the knight who was originally roaring began to tremble—his hands shook with fear.
The person in front of him was none other than the most capable and skilled warrior under King Vortigern's command.
If I hadn't fallen in a pool of blood that day, we wouldn't be looking at each other like this now.
Even a beast trapped in a cage still has sharp claws and fangs.
But at this moment, the knight heard Ian speaking lightly.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
"Just... don't ask me this kind of thing again. You can't get the answer from me."
Although they were clearly his enemies, the knight sensed a long-lost sense of friendliness.
He always felt that he and the man in front of him should have been on the same side.
[You decided to keep all the secrets for Morgan, and you swore not to let anyone know that this was a trick Morgan carefully designed to show off in front of King Uther.]
[You are willing to pay any price for this, just to make these secrets sink into the sea.]
[You no longer react to the stones thrown at your face, nor do you answer any of the knights' questions.]
[You are like a stubborn stone statue in their eyes. They can't imagine what the humble king Vortigern did to you to make you so determined.]
[Only you know that you are silent not for Vortigern, but for the princess you are loyal to.]
[But this misunderstanding is not a bad thing for you—as long as everyone associates you with Vortigern, no one will think of Morgan.]
[In just a few days, the other knights have concluded that you are a monster overly influenced by Vortigern. Everyone has given up interrogating you and is just waiting for your subsequent fate.]
You accept this fate and have no complaints about it.
[There is always good luck waiting at the end of bad luck.]
[A rumor spread from Vortigern's army to the British army.]
Several knights were gathered together to discuss the widely spread rumors.
"Have you heard? The reason why Vortigern withdrew his troops overnight was because of the princess!"
"This…what's going on?"
"It should be true, right? I heard that the princess broke in alone and stabbed Vortigern!"
"So powerful? As expected of the princess! I don't know why our king wanted to transfer her away from the front line. If she were here, we would definitely be invincible!"
"Indeed... But the king may also be afraid that the princess will be hurt. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, she should be the heir of Britain in the future."
"A new king who is brave and good at fighting? How exciting! Vortigern must have withdrawn his troops out of fear!"
"Hmm... that makes sense. It would be great if we could convey our opinions to the king."
Hearing the knights' discussion, Ian felt happy at first.
This is the magic that Morgan cast on the sword taking effect—you who broke into the enemy camp at night were mistaken for her.
In front of these knights who were unaware of the truth, she had already established an image of being brave and skilled in fighting.
If every knight could hear these rumors, maybe...
Wait.
Ian suddenly realized something.
Vortigern clearly did not mistake him for Morgan!
Could it be that he...
[You realize Vortigern's plan—knowing the truth, he wants to spread rumors to the British knights so that Morgan is likely to go to the front again.]
[This time, Vortigern will not give Morgan any chance. Under his command, the only fate awaiting the British army is destruction.]
[You know you can't just sit there and wait for death. You can accept being humiliated in every way, but you can never allow Morgan's safety to be threatened.]
[You, who were silent in the eyes of the British knights, began to roar.]
[Talent Affinity·Evil activated: Your almost insane behavior has attracted everyone's attention. Every knight present knows that you want to meet the princess.]
[This news spread among the British army at an unimaginable speed.]
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