Moonlight traced along Rei's toned physique, highlighting the contours of his muscles in soft, white light.
Combined with his direct and unrestrained words—
Even Morgan couldn't help but steal another glance at the knight who dared to remove his armor in front of her.
She straightened her posture, once again reclaiming her cold and distant composure.
Though the lingering haze of intoxication remained, Morgan's regal authority had not faded.
"Foolish knight," she said, her voice low. "Do you even understand what you are saying?"
"Princess, of course, I understand." Rei did not shy away from the question. "If you did not hear me clearly, I can say it again."
"Princess, if you so desire, I can bring you a night of pleasure."
Morgan stared directly at Rei.
"But you are nothing more than a lowly knight."
"How could you possibly understand the kind of pleasure I require?"
Rei met her gaze without hesitation.
"Princess, my worth does not lie in knowing exactly what you need…"
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"But in offering you the greatest pleasure that I am capable of providing."
"If, in the end, I fail to satisfy your desires, then that would only prove my utter uselessness. In that case, I would be unworthy of my title as a knight."
"But I intend to avoid such a fate."
[Charisma Activated.]
[Morgan began to ponder your words—though they were overstepping all bounds and filled with insolence, to her, they instead felt like a display of unwavering knightly devotion.]
[She hesitated.]
[She began to feel that she truly needed something—something to let her momentarily forget the pain of the banquet. And the naked man before her… was not a bad choice.]
[But Morgan did not accept your offer immediately.]
[She had her own ways of testing loyalty.]
"Foolish knight, your boldness is fleeting—it is not true courage."
As she spoke, Morgan stepped down from the bed.
Barefoot, she walked toward the side of the room. Her black banquet gown trailed behind her, leaving uneven patterns across the floor.
She reached out and retrieved a golden goblet from the high platform. The fine wine inside swayed precariously from the movement.
Under Rei's watchful gaze, Morgan gently bit her own fingertip, allowing a drop of her blood to fall into the deep crimson liquid.
Drip.
Ripples spread across the surface of the wine, resonating in Rei's chest like an ominous chime.
Morgan turned back toward him, extending the goblet with an icy, merciless tone.
"Foolish knight, if you dare to speak of loyalty, then surely you have already resolved yourself to die for it."
"Drink this, and by sunrise, you will be dead."
"Of course, I offer you an alternative choice—admit that you were merely caught up in a moment of reckless impulse, that you are not truly courageous."
"If you choose not to drink, you will no longer be a knight of Britain."
"And the next time I see you set foot on this land, I will personally take your life."
Everything continued to unfold.
[Morgan was not bluffing.]
[As a member of the royal bloodline, and as a powerful mage, she could ensure that her prophecy would come true.]
[She did not believe you had the courage to follow through. Knights were nothing more than a joke.]
Gazing at the vivid red wine and Morgan's near-mocking expression, Rei merely chuckled.
Without the slightest hesitation, he took the goblet from her hand and drank it all in one go.
He turned the cup over—not a single drop remained.
"Are you not afraid?!" Morgan's voice wavered as she stared at the empty goblet.
Her prediction had not outright failed… but it no longer held any meaning.
"I was not joking," she said coldly. "After drinking that, you will be dead by sunrise."
Hearing this, Rei burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha! Princess, I would never assume that you would joke about something like this."
"That is why this is my most sincere answer—I fear death, but what I fear even more is being unable to die as a knight in your service."
"My life is fleeting, insignificant in the grand scheme of things. But if it can grant you even a single night of pleasure—then my death is worthwhile."
As Morgan's eyes widened in shock, she suddenly found herself being pressed into the bed.
No matter how exquisite a gown may be, when the moment comes for it to be torn apart, it is as fragile as paper.
Reality and illusion intertwined, painting a surreal and chaotic scene.
(SEGs Scene, but no smut)
[Morgan did not reject your words.]
[As a princess, her instincts took hold.]
[It seemed she truly needed something—something to help her forget the pain that you still did not understand.]
[She tried to restrain herself, fearing this was too reckless, too wild… but soon, she found herself unable to resist.]
"Princess, you do not seem as unwilling as you claim…"
"Silence."
Morgan placed a hand on Rei's, which was resting at her waist. But her gaze remained firm, filled with undeniable authority.
"Foolish knight, you have no right to speak in my presence."
"Understood, Princess."
[Morgan found enough amusement in you.]
[She began to worry that you would die before she had fully taken her enjoyment. To prevent that, she secretly prepared a spell for you.]
[But soon, she realized there was no need—you were far more resilient than she had imagined.]
[Endless Stamina Activated.]
[Before Morgan, your energy is limitless.]
[Being controlled by Morgan like this does not tire you in the slightest.]
[Morgan's gaze toward you has changed.]
"Do you not feel exhaustion?"
Morgan looked at Rei, who showed no signs of fatigue—something unnerving, considering even she was starting to feel worn out.
"Princess, a knight never tires in the presence of the one he serves." Rei responded with absolute reverence. "Only when you no longer require me will I allow myself to rest."
Morgan did not answer.
She turned to look outside the window.
Dawn was breaking. The sun would soon rise over Britain—and with it, Rei's death would arrive.
"Do you have no regrets?"
Morgan asked once more.
"Your life is about to end, all for nothing more than granting me a fleeting moment of pleasure?"
"I will never regret it," Rei answered without hesitation.
"..."
Silence. Absolute stillness.
"Kneel." Morgan suddenly commanded.
Though uncertain of her intentions, Rei followed the code of knighthood and knelt before her.
"What is your name?"
"Rei."
"Rei," Morgan repeated coldly.
"I care for no one. Not even my knights. I will discard you the moment I find it necessary."
"Even so, do you still wish to be my knight?"
"Every day. Every night." Rei answered without hesitation.
"Is that so…"
Morgan sighed, then extended her hand toward him.
The sun rose once more over Britain.
The naked princess, with a simple kiss upon the hand, claimed her most loyal knight.