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

Chapter 71. Secret and Dry

[You began to exploit Artoria more deeply.]

[You, the one entrusted with her final emotions, found it all too easy to toy with her.]

[After all, who could have imagined that the cold and unfeeling King Arthur would turn out to be such an innocent young maiden in your presence?]

[This shameful education also led you to uncover more secrets about her body.]

["Dragon's Lair Brewing Wine" has been replaced by "Gift of Red Dragon": you discovered that not only does the wine Artoria creates strengthen your body, but her feminine physique also harbors an extraordinary enhancement ability.]

[You realized that Merlin's prophecy was also a lie.]

[The Red Dragon didn't appear because of the prophecy, but rather, the prophecy began because of the Red Dragon.]

[This realization fueled your dissatisfaction with this deception.]

[Unconsciously, this anger was channeled into your relationship with Artoria.]

"King."

Gawain knocked heavily on the door.

"Are you inside?"

"What is it?" Artoria's cold voice responded.

"Well..." Gawain respectfully replied, "During this morning's court session, due to my oversight, I failed to report something. May I..."

"...Humans are prone to making mistakes, Sir Gawain. Report it immediately."

"Understood. Thank you for your leniency."

Gawain let out a sigh of relief, pulling out a parchment scroll and began to relay its contents.

"Your Majesty, regarding the idea of expanding the knights' order that you proposed earlier, the order has unanimously agreed to support it."

"However, the key issue now is ensuring that those who join the order are not mere mediocrities."

"...That's very simple," Artoria responded without hesitation.

"You will first screen the candidates applying to be knights, and then I will personally meet them for assessment."

"But, Your Majesty, in that case, each knight would inevitably have differing criteria for evaluation. How should we handle this?"

"...Then don't conduct individual assessments. Sir Gawain, you can have multiple knights participate simultaneously, using a majority vote to reach a final decision."

"During this process, if any irreconcilable disputes arise, you may come to me or Sir Ian for assistance."

"Of course—I trust such instances will be rare, as you are all excellent knights with superior judgment."

Artoria's words immediately enlightened Gawain.

He realized that he had been viewing the matter solely from his own perspective, while the King saw far broader possibilities.

His admiration for this king grew even deeper.

"I see now. I understand what needs to be done."

"If I may be so bold, Your Majesty, have you seen my father recently? He seems to have been very busy these days."

"Gawain." Artoria's cold voice cut through, "You must trust that Sir Ian is undoubtedly engaged in matters that I require of him."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"No, thank you for clarifying, Your Majesty."

With boundless respect for King Arthur, Gawain walked away, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Indeed, what a magnificent ruler!

But now that I think about it, didn't I just hear some murmuring earlier?

What Gawain didn't know was—

On the other side of the door lay utter chaos.

The King's coat was loosened and laid on the bed.

The white dress typically worn during private meetings was crumpled into a heap, resting on the red carpeted floor.

Purple wine had spilled nearby, forming the irregular shape of a lotus flower.

The girl who had just been cold as ice now exuded a warmth and softness.

"Hmm, it seems Gawain has left…"

"Yes."

"Sir Ian, may I make a small request?"

"What is it?"

"That is—"

Artoria leaned against the door, her gaze fixed on the man in front of her, who held a bottle stopper in his hand. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Next time you pour the wine, could you give me a little warning?"

"I nearly lost control."

"Artoria, are you afraid?"

Ian pulled her into his arms, his expression full of intrigue.

"Even when I'm standing right in front of you?"

"Sir Ian, that's not what I meant."

"Good."

"We won't be caught."

With that, Ian kissed Artoria, cutting off her words.

This subtle coercion to gain false consent wasn't something only she could do.

[You already held the final fragment of Artoria's emotions, so causing her downfall in this way wasn't difficult.]

[You tried to uncover more secrets about her body but discovered that even she was unaware of many things about herself.]

[You decided to explore other matters.]

[You intended to ask her about Merlin, but what you received were more painful memories.]

["In the past, I only slept three hours a day, and during those three hours, Merlin would teach me about the knight's path and the grand ideals a king should possess."]

["So for me, living as I do now is truly a blessing."]

[You realized Artoria's smile was not as carefree as it appeared—all of it stemmed from the fate imposed upon her.]

[That day, for the first time, you stayed with her until midnight.]

"Sir Ian."

Lying on the bed, Artoria gazed out the window, her eyes carrying a hint of gentle femininity.

"The stars are shining in the sky."

"Um."

Ian also turned his gaze to the window.

"Tonight, the stars do seem especially bright."

"Perhaps it's because Sir Ian is in my room, making them shine so brightly!"

As soon as the words left her lips, Artoria realized she might have gone too far.

She covered her face with her hands, apologizing repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Sir Ian!"

"I didn't mean to say that!"

"It's alright."

Ian gently pulled Artoria's hands away from her face.

"If it really is because of me staying here that the stars have come to shine for you…"

"Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Hearing those words, Artoria's cheeks immediately flushed with warmth.

But she quickly realized something else.

"Sir Ian…"

"Aren't you going back to her side? Are you sure it's alright?"

"There's definitely a problem," Ian replied without hesitation, then looked at Artoria.

"But if you're willing to help me, there won't be any issues at all."

"Help you? How?"

"Don't be so tense. Just answer a few questions for me."

Ian gently caressed Artoria's face, feeling her skin heat up under his teasing touch.

"Artoria, how far are you planning to expand the knights' order?"

"At least enough to fill the Round Table," she admitted without hesitation. "That way, I'll feel more at ease when making strategic decisions."

"And after that?"

"No need to think about what comes after."

Artoria leaned against Ian, wrapping her arms around him.

"When I feel it's reasonable enough, I'll lead the army to campaign and defeat those who need to be defeated."

"And then—"

"And then what?"

Artoria looked up at Ian, smiling softly but saying nothing further.

"Nothing."

"But, Sir Ian…"

Her legs trembled slightly.

"Aren't we drinking wine today?"

"I… I specially had people bring back all kinds of wine for us!"

"..."

Ian realized he had truly led Artoria to develop an unusual habit.

But was that a bad thing?

A king entirely under his control was the most perfect puppet.

"Of course, we must try them."

Ian stroked Artoria's golden hair.

"But this time, let's try something new."

"Something new?"

"Yes." Ian nodded, gently wiping her lips.

"I want to see you challenge yourself."

Understanding his meaning, Artoria turned her face away slightly.

"Umm… Sir Ian, I understand."

[As it turned out, not all methods of enjoying wine had the same pace.]

[Compared to letting wine flow down her throat, Artoria had become more skilled in the way you taught her.]

[In any case, she had already drunk more than enough.]

[However, she didn't want to miss a single moment of being alone with you.]

[So, even as intoxication took over, she forced herself to stay awake until dawn before finally drifting off.]

[You covered her with a blanket, tidied up the room, put away the white dress in the wardrobe, and placed the royal garments at the head of her bed.]

[You planted a light kiss on her forehead and slipped away under the lingering darkness before dawn broke.]

[You returned to your room shared with Morgan.]

[This time, you found her waiting for you.]

[But you weren't surprised—after all, the same thing had happened before.]

"Ian, where have you been?"

Morgan looked at the knight returning near dawn, her tone clearly laced with reproach.

Ian replied candidly:

"Princess, I spent the entire night with Artoria."

"You!"

Morgan's eyes widened in shock.

"Why did you go to her again?!"

"Because there were important matters to discuss."

Ian remained unfazed, sitting down beside Morgan.

"Princess, I discussed with her the future development of the Elite Knight Order and the next steps in her plans."

"..."

Morgan didn't doubt Ian's ability to gather information.

"So, what did she say?"

"She seems intent on expanding the Elite Knight Order to the point of filling the entire Round Table."

"..."

Morgan's eyes instantly reflected astonishment.

"Is she mad? Wouldn't the knightly order end up recruiting all sorts of odd characters?"

"That's why she plans for the current knights to handle the first round of filtering, while she personally oversees the final evaluations."

Morgan fell into deep thought.

Ian knew that if it were her making such decisions, she might not have done things much differently.

Artoria, despite her youthful naivety, was not lacking in clarity when it came to such decisions.

"Princess, the real key lies in what comes after."

"After?"

"Yes, the crucial part of this information is the conquest of Vortigern that she mentioned."

Morgan wasn't foolish.

She quickly grasped the underlying implication in Ian's words.

"You're suggesting we could take advantage of this opportunity to do something?"

"Exactly." Ian nodded.

"If we can secure more Round Table Knights during this recruitment process, then when the time comes, whether for the army heading to battle or the forces remaining to guard Camelot, we will have sufficient influence."

[Morgan didn't respond to you.]

[But from the shift in her expression, you knew that she had accepted all of this for now.]

"Ian, is this the result of your entire night's effort?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian didn't avoid the question.

"But why do you smell so strongly of wine?"

"Because I drank with Artoria—just like before."

The explanation was simple and without suspicion.

And it wasn't a lie—they had, indeed, drunk together.

Morgan remained silent for a long moment before slowly raising her head and gently placing a kiss on Ian.

"You've worked hard."

"Rest well."

"Understood, Princess," Ian replied.

Ian truly felt a bit tired—corrupting Artoria was no simple task.

What he didn't know was that, after he fell asleep, Morgan immediately inspected the clothes he had taken off.

She meticulously examined each item, yet found no traces left behind from moments of indulgence.

With her extensive experience, she knew that such traces could not be completely erased.

This meant that he had truly only entered Artoria's room without crossing any physical boundaries.

But—

Was that really true?

Smelling the faint scent of wine, Morgan still felt something was off.

She realized she was beginning to feel afraid.

[Morgan had changed.]

[She began to frequently drag you into public places.]

[You two would always exchange kisses in front of everyone.]

[Especially when Artoria was present, this behavior became even more pronounced.]

[As a result, the people of Camelot endlessly praised the love between the two of you.]

[But in private, she took up almost all your time.]

[She relentlessly dry your stamia.]

[Whenever there was free time, she would force you onto the bed.]

[The difference from before, however, was that Morgan no longer simply enjoyed herself.]

[She started experimenting with positions that left you craving more—like Pretzel Dip, Flatiron, G-Whiz, Wheelbarrow, Magic Mountain, Golden Arch, The Seashell...]

[You, a depraved knight who always lusted after her body, naturally succumbed every time.]

"This will do just fine…"

Morgan caressed her abdomen, feeling the warmth from within, and thought as much.

As long as this continued, he would surely have no chance to seek out Artoria anymore.

Besides, there was nothing wrong with this.

After all, she was still his nominal wife—so what was wrong with a wife dry her husband's?

Morgan, in the name of a Princess, vowed that she would never let him escape her grasp.

"Ian, I order you to 'work' immediately."

"…Understood, Princess."

Just as Ian placed his hands on Morgan's waist, a soft knock came at the door.

Moments later, the voice of a young maid spoke:

"Lord Ian!"

"The King of Knights orders you to come immediately!"

"There is a new knight wishing to be presented!"