Chapter 21: A disguise woven together
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[Your and Morgan's plan is progressing.]
[You have separately collected information about the war on the front lines while in the capital.]
[In fact, the situation seems more serious than you thought.]
[Due to the slow transmission of information, the people in the capital are still very optimistic about the war on the front lines. They even misinterpret Morgan's return.]
"Hey, hey! The princess has returned from the front! This war will surely be over soon!"
"Of course! Our king has gone to the battlefield himself! How could he not defeat the dragon Vortigern?"
Hearing such words full of trust in her father, King Uther, Morgan, who was riding her horse, always had a sad expression.
After all, she knew exactly what was going on.
At this time, Ian, who was also riding a warhorse, would gently Remind her:
"My Lady, you don't need to be sad. This is the people's trust in the king. You should be happy."
"But this trust will soon vanish into thin air, right?" Morgan looked at the people in front of her and answered, "Father, it's already..."
Morgan didn't finish.
Apparently, she felt that her father, King Uther, was still capable of fighting even if he was sent back to the capital.
"Then you should cheer up." Ian also looked at the people.
"Since the king may have betrayed their trust, it is up to you, my lady, to restore this trust."
"In this way, Britain will have a promising future."
Ian's words made Morgan feel a little better.
She gently waved the reins, allowing the horse beneath her to bypass the noisy crowd.
She remembered something and spoke again:
"Ian, you... won't betray me, right?"
"Of course not, unless—"
"Unless what?" Morgan's slender eyebrows slightly frowned.
She cared a lot about this issue.
"Unless, Princess, you need my betrayal," Ian answered directly.
"…"
Morgan was silent for a long moment.
"I always feel that what you said is a bit contradictory."
"But I don't hate it."
[You and Morgan continue to carry out the plan.]
[You concealed the real reason for returning to the capital from everyone and began to pretend to be the victors.]
[You and Morgan rode on your respective horses and threw gold coins on both sides of the road.]
[Everyone has been deceived by your actions. The rumors of your victorious return have become increasingly popular in the capital, almost comparable to the truth.]
[There are more and more bards singing poems praising King Uther on the streets, and the aroma of wine often wafts through the alleys on sunny days.]
[But you know that all this is an illusion.]
[Morgan is also very aware of this.]
[You carefully carried out every step of the plan, blocking the news, fearing that there would be any mistakes.]
[The more you realize the importance of each other in your plan, the more you realize that your fates are entangled like a hemp rope.]
[This takes your relationship one step further in an indescribable direction.]
[During the day, you are a noble princess and a loyal knight.]
[At night, you are underground lovers with a burning passion.]
[Morgan enjoys playing with your body, which is one of the few relaxing times of the day for her.]
[It's just that things can't always go this smoothly.]
[Silent danger is approaching.]
The sun sets.
The afterglow of the sun cast its last oblique shadow on the land of the royal capital, and the orange-red light enveloped the land that had experienced the years.
Ian was watching all of this.
He stood in front of the city gate where he had left the capital several years ago - it still stood here today.
Nothing seems to have changed, yet everything has changed.
Looking at the avenue at dusk, many thoughts surged in Ian's mind.
However, he was not confused at all and knew what he should do now.
A running figure appeared not far away.
Ian, a veteran of many battles, immediately recognized that it was a knight returning from the front line.
He became alert.
"Stop." Ian stopped the knight and then asked knowingly, "Where are you from? What do you do?"
The knight was intimidated by Ian's aura.
He immediately pulled the reins, stopped the horse, and then said anxiously:
"There's an emergency at the front! I need to report it to the princess immediately!"
"…"
Ian's heart skipped a beat, but he tried his best to remain calm.
"What is it?"
[Talent "Knight's Aura" Trigger: Although the knight was told to report to Princess Morgan as soon as possible, under the influence of your aura, he still told you the matter.]
[You learned from him the unfavorable news on the front line.]
[You realize that this is extremely dangerous for you and Morgan in many ways.]
[Once the unfavorable news on the front line spreads in the capital, the identities you and Morgan have worked so hard to forge will be shattered in an instant.]
You must never allow that to happen - no one can destroy what Morgan deserves.
[You suddenly feel murderous intent.]
[You lured the knight into the dark and pierced his heart with your sword.]
[You cleaned up all traces and let his horse run away to a place where he would never look back under your gaze.]
[No one knows your behavior, but you know that further countermeasures are necessary.]
[You are alert to everything around you until night falls.]
[You avoided the attention of others, went to Morgan's room, and told her everything.]
"Sure enough, it's here."
Morgan was not flustered.
This was a necessary part of the plan she and Ian had worked out together.
"Ian, have you dealt with it?"
"Yeah." Ian nodded, "It's already buried. No one will find it."
Hearing this, Morgan's expression became a little complicated.
She bit her lip tightly, and waves of heartache flashed in her blue eyes.
She reached out her hand, touched Ian's face, and gently wiped away the tiny traces of blood.
"I'm sorry to have you do something like this against your colleagues again."
"It doesn't matter." Ian smiled slightly, "I am already a sinner. Being able to continue to act as your chess piece, Princess, is already the most meaningful moment in my life."
"Ian, don't say that."
Morgan looked straight at this man who was obviously much taller than her but was willing to kneel before her and serve her.
She gently stroked his weathered face.
"It is precisely because you are my pawn that you must obey my orders."
"So I won't let you die without my order."
"Princess..."
Feeling the other person's touch on his cheek, Ian's heart was moved, but he did not give up thinking about it.
"But we must have further plans, right?"
"Yeah." Morgan nodded.
"Of course there is—"
"Ian, I want to kill that scion."
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