Chapter 13: My life will stop for your coming
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[Morgan heard you.]
[You hope Morgan will show a hint of reluctance on her face.]
[But contrary to your wishes, she remains calm, as if you had just told her something very ordinary.]
[Although you feel a bit sad, you quickly accept it. A knight has no right to demand anything from someone he is loyal to.]
"Ian."
Morgan's deep blue eyes reflected Ian's figure in front of her.
"Do you know what you just said?"
"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded. "I understand what all this means."
"My life will end by your hand, Princess."
"…"
Morgan was silent for a while before she slowly spoke:
"Ian, are you trying to make me feel guilty this way?"
"No." Ian shook his head. "I know that you, my lady, will never feel guilty because of me."
"I just want to play the final role of a chess piece as you said. This way, I can burn my life to the last moment."
"My Lady, I truly believe that Britain should belong to you. There is no other choice."
[Morgan doesn't doubt your words.]
[She knows your loyalty to her, and she also knows that you are truly capable of doing such a thing.]
[But she is still hesitating about something.]
[You wonder if that has anything to do with you, and Morgan confirms it for you.]
"Ian, do you really think your death can bring so much value?"
Morgan's expression is very complicated.
"Do you... overestimate yourself?"
"My Lady, although you may not believe this, I still want to tell you."
"In the eyes of people other than you, I am already a minion of Vortigern. Countless British knights have fallen at my hands. I have long been a recognized enemy of the knights."
"And Princess, you—"
Ian raised his head and looked directly at Morgan, his eyes loyal and firm.
"You are the invincible princess of Britain. You are also an invincible blade on the battlefield."
"It will be popular among the people if you execute me. Every knight will be very happy to see this."
"When my head falls, they will raise their swords and shout your name, and the wise king will realize that your talent is not empty talk, and you will surely make Britain continue to be glorious."
Vortigern said that Morgan was not fit to be king and that she was not worthy to be his opponent.
But Ian didn't believe it.
In his eyes, there was no one in all of Britain more suitable for the throne than Morgan.
"Ian, don't you regret doing this?" Morgan asked again.
"I will never regret it." Ian answered without hesitation, "Since I swore allegiance to you, I have never regretted it."
"…"
Morgan was silent for a long time.
"I see, Ian."
"I will cut off your head in front of my father and bury it in the ground at my feet."
[No one knows the agreement you made that day.]
[Morgan went on the journey alone with you, saying that she wanted to take you to King Uther for trial.]
[No one is worried about this, because in their eyes, you are completely defeated by Morgan and you can never hurt her.]
[During this journey without anyone else, you and Morgan still interact as princess and knight.]
[You hold the reins for her horse and take care of her along the way.]
It makes you feel like you've gone back in time.
At night.
"Princess, here, this is your portion."
Ian handed the grilled fish respectfully to Morgan.
After taking the grilled fish, she asked in surprise, "Ian, you can do this?"
"Yes." Ian nodded. "My Lady, I come from a humble background, so I naturally know how to deal with the fish I catch."
"But—"
Morgan looked at the fish in her hand that was forked by a branch, and then at the fish in Ian's hand that was cooked in the same way.
"Why... is your portion so small?"
Just as Morgan lamented, although they were both grilled fish, the one in her hand was much bigger than the one in Ian's.
Facing Morgan's question, Ian just smiled and replied:
"My Lady, you are the future king of Britain."
"Everything on this land belongs to you, and I just bring it to you according to your needs. How can you be so ignorant as to take it?"
"I am extremely lucky that you allow me to do this."
"Ian..." Morgan held the grilled fish, curled up her legs, and looked at the campfire, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Do you really believe that I can become the King of Britain?"
"My Lady, it's not belief, it's affirmation."
Ian helped Morgan drive away the flying insects that gathered around the bonfire.
"You are the future ruler of Britain and the king recognized by this country. All knights will feel honored by your presence."
"But you are the only one who said such words to me..."
The bonfire cast a sea of red in Morgan's eyes, tinting her eye sockets with a hint of white.
She seemed a little tired.
"There will always be someone who is the first, and they will never be the last."
Ian expressed his understanding this way, with light in his eyes, as if he was describing a future that had already become a reality.
"I am just lucky that you, the princess, have chosen me as the first. My death will earn you more loyalty."
"But those are all—"
Morgan turned her head to look at Ian standing beside her, and saw a face that still showed absolute trust in her, but was already covered with scars left by stones.
Morgan realized that this seemed to be the first time she noticed all this—Ian really believed in her with his life, and thus endured countless insults and misunderstandings.
Everything she wanted to say was swallowed back.
Instead, there was a command:
"When you keep watch for me tonight, come sit a little closer to the fire. No one will know."
"As you command, Princess."
[The British army's front line was not stretched too far.]
[Your journey with Morgan also quickly came to an end.]
[She brought you before King Uther as proof of her military achievements.]
[Morgan said she would execute you in front of all the knights to boost the morale of the British army.]
[You thought this would make King Uther realize Morgan's importance, but you didn't expect him to set his sights on you.]
[He wants to talk to you alone.]
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