In the World of Type-Moon, Starting as Morgan's Husband

The news spread through the Britannian army like a plague.

Everyone knew that the claws of the white dragon wished to see the princess of Britannia.

Gift of Affinity (Evil) had been activated: Many people began speculating about your reason for wanting to meet the princess. Eventually, they concluded that you were enraged by being defeated by Morgan too many times.

Every knight who saw you tried to verify the truth of this rumor, but you remained silent.

Because you knew that saying anything about Morgan now could spark a new round of discussions.

However, your silence only attracted more attention—it was interpreted as the embodiment of your anger, which further elevated Morgan's prestige among the Britannian knights.

You returned to your usual quietness, waiting for a familiar figure to appear.

Your patience was rewarded.

One day, a knight stood before you.

"Rise."

Ian heard the knight speak to him.

He looked up at the knight without a word, but the knight already understood Ian's intentions.

After all, for a while now, this madman of a person had only one thought—to meet the princess of Britannia.

"You're in luck. Word has somehow reached the princess."

"She's coming."

Upon hearing this news, Ian, who had been silent, suddenly reacted violently. The shackles that bound him rattled as he shook them.

The knight quickly drew his sword and pointed it at Ian.

"Don't move! Calm down!"

"Let me see the princess... Let me see the princess!"

Ian's crazed appearance made the knight more convinced that the rumors were true—that Morgan was the blade that had severed the claws of the white dragon.

After being cut from the dragon's body, the claws had lost their reason.

"Don't worry!"

"I'll take you to the princess now."

For some reason, despite being mortal enemies, the knight felt a strange sense of pity for this madman—both pitiful and pathetic.

You were taken out of your prison.

Along the way, you felt the strange gazes of many knights on you.

You knew these looks were because the rumor had come true. The noble Princess Morgan had indeed come to see someone she had defeated countless times.

But you did not feel joy. The real task was still ahead.

"Princess."

The knight spoke with reverence.

"I've brought him."

"Hmm, leave him. Let him come in on his own."

The familiar voice came from behind the tent curtains. Before the knight could urge him, Ian had already stepped inside on his own.

There was no one else in the tent.

Only a familiar figure stood there—Morgan.

"It's been a long time, Ian."

"Princess... it has been."

Saying this, Ian knelt before Morgan.

Seeing him like this, a small smile curved on Morgan's lips.

To be fair, she somewhat missed this action.

"Ian, do you know?"

"Your submission always amuses me because it seems utterly worthless. It's like a desperate merchant trying to sell me something no one would want."

"But my loyalty to you never wavers, even though you may not need it, Princess."

Despite being a prisoner, Ian still showed immense respect toward Morgan.

"Ian, I think I've told you before—I will never take you seriously."

Morgan walked over to Ian, her gaze no longer as disdainful as before.

"You are merely a pawn I can discard at any time."

"Yes, Princess," Ian replied. "I've always known that, but I still wish to do something for you."

"You are the princess I serve, now and always."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ian felt a touch on his forehead.

Morgan used magic to remove your shackles.

They fell to the ground with a dull thud, signaling your temporary freedom.

"You look much more pleasing when you kneel like this," Morgan said.

"Failed assassin."

Ian knew she was referring to his failure to assassinate Vortigern, the thing that weighed most heavily on his conscience.

"I'm sorry, Princess."

"I… wasn't able to complete your task."

"I expected as much," Morgan sat back down, "I never had any real expectations of you, so there's no disappointment."

"I never believed you could kill Vortigern, but I must say—"

"Your performance was unexpected and achieved most of what I needed."

"So, continue being my pawn. I want to see how much more value someone like you has left."

You heard Morgan's words and realized she had no intention of stopping.

You recalled what Vortigern had said, and doubt began to creep into your heart.

As the princess's most loyal knight, you decided to reveal everything.

You saw Morgan clench her fist—a sign of her displeasure.

"Ian! Do you, like Vortigern, believe I will lead Britannia's army to ruin?"

"Princess, I don't think that at all."

Ian spoke with complete honesty.

"On the contrary, I believe you are the most suited to lead Britannia's army."

"But it's because of this that I worry you might suffer unnecessary losses in the process—losses that would harm all of Britannia."

Upon hearing this, Morgan turned her head away.

"Ian, do you really believe that?"

"Yes, Princess. I have always thought so. Wherever you are, that is the true Britannia."

"..."

Morgan remained silent for a long time before letting out a self-deprecating laugh.

"Ian, you truly understand nothing."

"I... have never been recognized the way you describe. This is the first time I've felt the call of the people, and I cannot give it up."

"I must prove my worth to my father, show him my value, not..."

Morgan didn't continue.

It seemed there were things she still wasn't ready to share with Ian.

But Ian didn't care if Morgan was hiding things from him—he only cared about the safety of the princess he served.

Vortigern was no mediocre opponent.

Facing him in battle would not be simple.

Fortunately, before meeting Morgan, Ian had thought everything through—he had found a solution.

"Princess, there is a way for you to prove yourself to the king without directly confronting Vortigern."

"What way?"

"By using me, your pawn, one last time."

Ian took a deep breath, speaking as calmly as possible.

"Before seeing the white dragon, first cut off its claws."

"Princess, if you bring me before the king and then slay me, known as the white dragon's claw—"

"In doing so, your glorious victory will surely be recognized by the king."