Type-Moon: I Have Simulator

Chapter 11: Let Secrets Sink into Oblivion in Silence

[The army of Britain arrived here.]

[They had intended to launch a surprise attack on King of Betrayal Vortigern under the moonlight, but in the end, they only saw you lying in a pool of blood.]

[You realized that Vortigern's grasp of the battlefield far exceeded your imagination.]

[But everything had lost its meaning. This was not something a dying person like you should consider. You only regretted not fulfilling your duty to Morgan.]

[Talent [Decisive Heart++] lost: Your assassination of Vortigern ended in failure, and your will to survive began to weaken.]

[Someone recognized you.]

"Isn't this the White Dragon King's minion?! Why is he lying here?!"

"It doesn't matter! This guy killed so many of our knights; this is what he deserves!"

"Let's kill him now!"

"No! While killing him would be satisfying, someone of his status should be taken back for interrogation!"

Opinions were clearly divided into two factions at this moment.

One faction advocated killing, the other advocated capture.

However, no matter which faction, their words revealed hatred towards Ian.

Listening to his former comrades argue over how to deal with him, Ian felt a mix of emotions.

According to the contract, having failed Morgan's commission, he had no right to return and see her; he should have died here.

But—

He really wanted to see her one more time.

Even if only for a glance.

Ian, in the pool of blood, closed his eyes in despair—he began to hate his own weakness.

[After a fierce discussion, you were ultimately not killed on the spot—the knights unanimously agreed that there were a thousand ways to torment you once you were brought back.]

[Talent [Life and Death Struggle] lost: Your assassination ended. So that you wouldn't die so easily, the knights of Britain provided you with the most basic aid.]

[Talent [Proxy++] lost: The longsword bestowed upon you by Morgan was confiscated by the knights. You can no longer be mistaken for Morgan. Afterwards, someone recognized it as a standard Britain longsword and presented it.]

[You were put in heavy shackles by the knights, and every day people would throw stones at you, expressing their contempt.]

[They wanted to know why you were lying in a pool of blood that night.]

"Speak!"

A knight roughly grabbed Ian by the neck—not all knights were polite; occasionally, there would be people like this.

Moreover, in their eyes, Ian could already be called an enemy of the knights.

He had many lives on his hands.

"What exactly happened!"

Facing the knight's roar, Ian, in shackles, merely looked at the other party in silence.

And with just that glance, the hand of the roaring knight trembled—he was a little afraid.

The person before him was the most capable and formidable blade under King of Betrayal Vortigern.

If he hadn't been lying in a pool of blood that day, such a direct confrontation would probably not have happened.

A beast confined in a cage still possesses sharp claws.

However, at this moment, the knight heard Ian speak with an understated tone.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"It's just... don't ask me such things again. You won't get any answers from me."

Despite being his enemy, the knight felt a long-lost sense of friendliness.

He had a feeling that he and the man before him should perhaps have stood on the same side.

[You decided to keep all secrets for Morgan. You swore not to let anyone know that this was a trick carefully designed by Morgan to show off in front of King Uther.]

[You were willing to pay any price for this, just to let these things sink into oblivion.]

[You no longer reacted to the stones thrown at your face, nor did you answer any knight's questions.]

[In their eyes, you were like a stubborn stone statue. They could not imagine what King of Betrayal Vortigern had done to you to make you so steadfast.]

[Only you knew that you were not silent for Vortigern, but for the Princess you served.]

[But this misunderstanding was not a bad thing for you—as long as everyone associated you with Vortigern, no one would ever think of Morgan.]

[Within a few days, you were consistently considered by other knights to be a monster overly influenced by Vortigern. Everyone gave up on interrogating you, just waiting for further orders.]

[You accepted this fate and had no complaints about it.]

[At the end of bad luck, there is always good luck waiting.]

[A rumor spread from Vortigern's army, reaching the army of Britain.]

Several knights were gathered, discussing the widely spread rumor.

"Have you heard? The reason Vortigern withdrew his troops overnight was because of Princess!"

"This... what's going on?"

"It must be true, right? I heard that Princess went in alone that day and even injured Vortigern!"

"That amazing? As expected of Princess! I don't know why our King would transfer her from the front lines. If she were here, we would surely be invincible!"

"Indeed... but perhaps the King is also afraid that Princess might be harmed, after all, if nothing unexpected happens, the future of Britain should be inherited by her."

"A brave and skilled new King? How exciting! Vortigern must have retreated out of fear!"

"Hmm... that makes sense. It would be great if we could convey our opinions to the King."

Hearing the knights' discussions, Ian's heart was first filled with joy.

This was Morgan's magic on the sword taking effect—you, who had raided the enemy camp at night, were mistaken for her.

In front of these knights who did not know the truth, she had established an image of being brave and skilled in battle.

If every knight could hear these rumors, perhaps...

Wait.

Ian suddenly realized something.

Vortigern clearly didn't mistake him for Morgan!

Could it be that he...

[You realized Vortigern's plan—he, knowing the truth, wanted to spread rumors to the knights of Britain, so that Morgan might once again rush to the front lines.]

[And this time, Vortigern would not give Morgan any chance. Under his command, only annihilation awaited the Great Britain army.]

[You knew you absolutely could not sit idly by. You could accept being humiliated in every way, but you would never allow Morgan's safety to be threatened.]

[In the eyes of the knights of Britain, the silent you began to roar.]

[Talent [Affinity · Evil] activated: Your almost frenzied behavior drew everyone's attention. Every knight present knew that you wanted to see Princess.]

[And this news spread through the army of Britain at an unimaginable speed.]