Chapter 36: Difficulties on Horseback
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[You and Morgan start to play around nearby.]
[Perhaps knowing that no one will see you, Morgan's actions have become much bolder.]
[To be more precise, the hints were much bolder.]
Morgan said nothing, but her snow-white hand slowly touched the back of Ian's hand holding the horse reins. She separated her index and middle fingers slightly, creating a small space, and then rubbed them back and forth on Ian's index finger.
Ian knew what this meant.
"Princess."
"Um?"
"Your hands are so soft."
Ian pulled the reins in his hand. The horses beneath them slowly stopped, appearing docile and steady.
"And I imagine this wouldn't be your softest spot."
"Ian." Morgan held Ian's finger. "Do you know what you are saying?"
"I'm stupid, so I wouldn't know." Ian smiled. "But you're smart, so you'll definitely know."
Hearing this, Morgan released Ian's fingers and whispered, "Ian, hold me."
"Okay, my lady."
[You put your arms around Morgan's waist.]
[It is a delicate beauty that will make you linger no matter how many times you touch it.]
[With your help, Morgan gracefully turned around on horseback.]
"Ian."
Morgan patted the knight's face.
"Did you forget something?"
"You are now a knight to be punished by me, not a lover to enjoy happiness."
"It's my fault for not having a good memory, Princess."
"Yes." Morgan nodded with satisfaction. "Then I will punish you by asking you to answer another question."
The princess slowly fell back and lay on her warhorse. Her beautiful hair was scattered in the pony's clean and smooth mane, interweaving into a two-color picture with clear boundaries yet beautiful charm.
"Ian."
"You know what?" Morgan looked at Ian above her. "It's not easy to get another person to sit on this horse."
"I need to let it know that you are my chess piece and a knight loyal to me."
"This process is actually not simple, nor is it stable."
"So—"
The corners of Morgan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a slightly playful smile. She gently hooked her fingers under Ian's chin.
"If the horse senses something too strange, it will be frightened and run away."
"Foolish knight, how are you going to solve this problem while obeying my orders?"
"I'm curious."
"I see." Ian responded to Morgan's words. "It seems that I may not be able to solve this problem."
"But I think, Princess, you must have a way to solve this problem."
"Oh?"
Morgan tangled her fingers in Ian's hair.
"But Ian, even if I know how to solve the problem, what does it have to do with you?"
"Yes, Princess, you know how to solve this problem, but it may have nothing to do with me."
"But this will be the key for you next."
"Ian, what do you mean?"
"My Lady, you don't need to guess. I will reveal the answer to you now."
Ian completely loosened the reins—this was indeed an excellent warhorse, and even after the reins were loosened, it still maintained strict discipline.
Ian used his freed hand to hold Morgan's hands with one and put the other on Morgan's waist.
"My Lady, I think I know a place that is softer than your hands."
"And it will be the key to solving the problems we face."
"Ian."
The princess, with both hands held, felt the hand of the knight who had only thoughts.
She didn't object to the contact from the other party, but just asked a question.
"I suppose you are not a master of all arts?"
"But there is always a need for new attempts."
Ian answered respectfully—he already had a solution to this problem in his mind.
"My Lady, are you willing to give me a chance to try to solve this problem?"
"You might as well give it a try."
Ian's figure was reflected in Morgan's eyes.
"I want to see how good your answer will be."
[You and Morgan begin discussing the difficulties on horseback.]
[You touched something softer than Morgan's hand.]
[As you stroke it, you suddenly recall a beautiful shell you picked up on the beach one summer day in the past.]
[Its surface is smooth and clean, without even a trace of pattern. The shell is comfortable and warm, and it is a beauty worth stopping to appreciate.]
[It is a beautiful shell, and you like it very much.]
[The princess's legs are trembling.]
[She found that she had underestimated the knight's accomplishments beyond swordsmanship.]
[She tried to redeem herself in a way that she approved of, but found that she was already doomed.]
[According to the requirements of the difficult questions on horseback, she knew that she was the one who answered them at this moment.]
[The problem that used to embarrass the knight has now become her own problem.]
She lost.
[The sound of flowing springs echoed in the garden of the British princess.]
The sun sets.
The princess's warhorse lowered its head and nibbled the tender grass by the stream.
It didn't know where the princess and the knight on its back were going, but this burden-free feeling made it feel extremely free.
"Princess..."
"Yes?"
Morgan, who was carried by Ian, showed a pair of blue eyes from behind him.
"Do you have any problem with me wanting to ride you instead of riding a horse?"
"No, I have no complaints."
"Okay, then just be my horse."
Morgan gave a smug smile.
"This is your reward for winning."
The first loyalty law of the Knights: Don't try to win the game with Morgan; it will be more painful than losing.
But Ian didn't mind.
After all, even if he changed his position, he could still smell her intoxicating scent.
This is enough.
But—
There is one thing that still needs to be made clear.
"Princess." Ian looked at the somewhat unfamiliar forest environment around him, feeling a little confused.
"Why are we here?"
"So that you can marry me." Morgan said bluntly.
"I want to set up magic near the capital, and this is a suitable place to set it up."
"You will marry me under its influence in a very reasonable capacity, understand?"
"…Princess."
"We can talk about it later if you have anything to say. Just wait until you marry me."
Morgan rested her head on Ian's shoulder and whispered softly:
"Ian, you'll never be able to escape from me in your life."
"Understood, Princess."
As soon as he finished speaking, Morgan turned around.
"What's wrong, Princess?"
"Ian." Morgan frowned slightly.
"There seem to be traces of other magic nearby."
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