Simulator in Type-moon, Starting with becoming Morgan husband!

Chapter 56. Fall

[Your investigation continues.]

[Hidden talent has been activated: You now understand why you, Morgan, and Gawain are unaffected by the Red Dragon legend—that is due to Morgan's blessing. It seems the mysterious Magus hasn't perfected their Magecraft yet.]

[You order Gawain to thoroughly investigate the citizens who are talking about this matter, hoping to find further loopholes in the Magecraft.]

[Gawain absolutely trusts your orders, and he carefully examines every detail of the Red Dragon legend.]

[But the more he delves into the rumors, the more doubts seem to arise within him.]

"Father, this is the general situation today."

Gawain, holding the sword inherited from Ian, reports respectfully.

Another day passes without yielding any results.

But Ian doesn't intend to reprimand Gawain—after all, his effort is clear.

"Yes, I understand. You may go and rest."

"Yes, Father."

Gawain sheaths his sword, turns, and begins walking down the corridor.

However, when he reaches the door, he suddenly stops and turns back.

"Father, may I ask a few questions?"

"..."

Ian smiles lightly.

"Of course, my dear."

"Then—"

Gawain is very careful with his wording.

"Father, I want to know, if the Red Dragon is real, what would that mean for us?"

What was bound to happen sooner or later, had finally come.

Ian had anticipated that Gawain would ask this question—and he had already prepared an answer.

"Gawain, my dear, if the Red Dragon you speak of is real…"

"I think, perhaps it will become our greatest enemy, mine and your mother's."

"Greatest enemy?"

Gawain was surprised; he hadn't expected to receive such an answer.

"Father, I don't mean to argue, but if this is true, wouldn't that be the key to defeating the White Dragon?"

"Gawain, you're right." Ian didn't deny Gawain's words.

"But have you ever thought, if the White Dragon falls, where will the Red Dragon go?"

"..."

Gawain paused for a moment and then suddenly had an epiphany.

"Father, do you mean that one day the Red Dragon might become something like the White Dragon?"

"Perhaps, how you interpret it is up to you."

Ian looked at the knight before him, someone who resembled him in certain ways.

"Anyway, your mother and I hope you have thought carefully about everything."

"..."

"I understand, Father."

Gawain left Ian's sight.

In the hallway of the palace, he gazed at the flower-filled garden.

His blue eyes, inherited from Morgan, now seemed more obscure and deeper than before.

[The legend of the Red Dragon is spreading more and more throughout Camelot.]

[The shape of the legend is becoming clearer—the Red Dragon's incarnation might be a knight within the inner circle.]

[From there, the knights of Britannia began to eagerly anticipate the birth of the new king, creating within them a sense of haste and arrogance, believing that they themselves would become the new ruler.]

[The arrangement to inherit the throne that you and Morgan had spent so much time building was completely destroyed within just a few months.]

[Although it cannot be said that everything has been lost, you cannot deny that the situation is no longer the same as before.]

[Morgan is ill.]

[But no one, except you, can get close to her, even Gawain is no exception.]

"Princess."

Ian closed the door.

He sat on the bed, not knowing how many times he and Morgan had shared joyful moments together, looked at her with pained eyes when he saw her somewhat haggard face.

"You need to rest well, take care of your health. Britannia needs your presence."

"Is that so..."

Morgan lay on the bed, shaking her head in self-mockery.

"I don't think so. Even without me, Britannia will continue to shine."

"Princess, that's not true. You've done so much for Camelot..."

Before Ian could finish his sentence, Morgan lifted her head and kissed him.

Rather than showing her outward emotions, it felt like a response to Ian's unwavering loyalty, which hadn't faded to this day.

Morgan kissed him for a long while before slowly pulling her lips away.

Her emerald eyes seemed to have regained some of their color.

"Ian, I don't love you. Why do you always think from my perspective?"

"Because only then can I see the magnificent scenery in the princess's eyes."

Ian reached up and gently fixed the strands of hair that Morgan lacked the strength to comb herself due to her illness.

"That's the future I long for the most."

"Heh, if what you say is true, do you understand what I'm thinking now?"

"Of course."

Ian hugged Morgan, gently patting her back.

"You are unwilling, aren't you?"

"You are unwilling to let everything end up like this—I understand it all."

"..."

Morgan's hand trembled on Ian's arm before gradually turning into scratches.

It was a wordless way of venting her anger.

Ian bit his lip, silently enduring everything.

After a few minutes, Morgan finally calmed down.

She leaned against Ian's chest and softly asked:

"Does it hurt?"

"It does, but I don't care." Ian comforted Morgan.

"Princess, if you want, I can go and kill those knights who think they can become the new king, those who don't know their place."

"No, there's no need for that."

Morgan's finger gently traced her name on Ian's chest.

"They won't succeed."

"Ian, as you said, I still can't accept all of this."

"Then, will you continue standing by my side?"

"Princess, I believe I've emphasized many times already, you don't need to ask me—I will always stand by your side."

"But I want to hear you say it again."

Morgan hugged Ian's waist, burying her head in his chest.

"Don't you want to say it?"

Ian immediately spoke without hesitation:

"Princess, whether it's the past, the present, or a future yet to come, I will always stand by your side."

"Then let me continue to offer my loyalty to you."

Morgan looked up at Ian, her eyes glistening with tears.

"I want more children who can be trained to become knights."

"I'd be more than happy, Princess."

[You and Morgan had more children.]

[Gaheris and Agravain were born, one after the other.]

[Like Gawain, under Morgan's blessing, they too possessed extraordinary talents and developed at an unimaginable pace.]

[Under the influence of the Red Dragon legend, you and Morgan didn't hold grand feasts for them.]

[But you and Morgan still took the best care of them, ensuring that Gawain and they addressed each other as brothers.]

[Not long after, your daughter Gareth was born.]

[You trained the children with the strictest requirements that a knight needs—all of this was for Morgan.]

[You noticed that the Red Dragon legend seemed to only make the knights more eager, without providing any real benefit.]

[You felt that perhaps it was just a display from the Magus you had never met.]

[Until that day, a silver-haired man appeared beneath the castle walls.]

[You had a strong feeling that this man had ill intentions.]