Type-Moon: I Have Simulator

Chapter 7: A Wandering Knight's Sightings and Hearings

As agreed, you left the royal court.

From that day on, a piece of news began to spread across the land of Britain—a knight had killed two of his fellow companions.

You knew it was a rumor meticulously prepared by Morgan; she had cut off your path back.

The talent Affinity has been replaced with Affinity (Evil): Compared to expressing your thoughts kindly, bearing a bad reputation, you are now better at using threats, and your words and actions will be accepted in a less friendly manner.

The talent Battle Continuation has been enhanced to Battle Continuation+: Due to Morgan's instructions to you by the bath, you will be able to stand up even if you suffer severe injuries before assassinating Vortigern.

You traveled alone for a long time, but because of your loyalty to Morgan, you never felt lonely.

At the frontier town.

A little further, and you would enter the area ravaged by Vortigern's army.

Ian chose to rest here temporarily.

Inside a tavern, the townspeople were holding wooden mugs and drinking heartily, discussing all sorts of things—even though this place could be affected by war at any time, under the blessing of the Britain army, they had the right to do so.

"Hey, hey!" a man with a goatee, reeking of alcohol, spoke up, "Did you hear? It seems a knight killed two of his companions and is now on the run!"

Ian knew this was about him; he had heard too many similar remarks along the way.

But he didn't mind.

Because everyone was only indirectly spreading rumors, and no one had delved into researching the truth of the matter.

This was what Morgan wished to see.

Then—

The Princess's vision was the knight's vision.

He was also willing to see such a situation, even if he was in trouble.

"Mm, I know."

The fat man next to the goatee nodded in response.

"What kind of hatred do you think it was, to have to kill them?"

"Who knows?" The goatee took another big gulp of wine, "But compared to that, have you heard anything about the Crown Prince recently?"

"I know about that!"

A thin man also joined the conversation.

"I heard there was some decision made before the expedition, right?"

"…"

More concerned about intelligence regarding Morgan than his own situation, Ian, dressed in a large coat, quietly listened to the three men's conversation.

You held your breath, listening to the three men's conversation.

You heard about the ceremony celebrating the birth of the new royal heir; it seemed to have even affected a frontier town like this.

You had learned a lot about that banquet from Morgan, but the following conversation completely surprised you.

They believed that after King Uther, the new heir would take over the kingship of Britain and become the new King.

You realized that someone else was spreading certain rumors, just like Morgan, but even so, you still couldn't control your rationality.

With a bang.

Ian directly shattered the already wobbly wine table.

Everyone in the tavern was drawn to him—they had no idea why this tall man, who had concealed himself with a large coat, would do such a thing.

"The King of Britain will not be that new heir!"

"The glory of this land forever belongs to the Princess!"

Before he could escalate the situation further, Ian threw down enough gold coins for compensation and angrily left the tavern.

And the crowd watched his retreating figure, exchanging glances.

"Where did that lunatic come from?"

"Never mind him, let's keep drinking."

The tavern gradually returned to its original state, as if Ian had never been there.

You left the tavern and began to travel day and night.

You crossed deep mountains, traversed rivers, and passed through dense forests.

You entered the area ravaged by Vortigern's army, but the King of Betrayal is still a King; he was not as easy to find as you imagined.

You realized that continuing like this would not allow you to complete the task Morgan had given you, and you needed a more aggressive method.

If you couldn't find Vortigern, then let Vortigern find you.

You killed some of Vortigern's soldiers, which was effortless for you, having once been a knight.

The more soldiers you killed, the more your words began to spread in this foreign land far from the royal court, and this was exactly what you wanted.

One day, an old man claiming to be Vortigern appeared before you, with no soldiers around him.

He actively engaged you in combat, and in just a few moves, he knocked you to the ground; you realized there was an unfathomable gap in strength between you, and you also understood the difficulty of King Uther's expedition.

The talent Battle Continuation+ triggered: You could never forget Morgan's instructions to you; your vitality became incredibly tenacious, and even when Vortigern trampled on your wounds, letting blood flow everywhere, you still did not die.

Vortigern became interested in you, or rather, in your tenacious will to survive.

He secretly brought you back to the military camp and ensured you received the best treatment.

Your body gradually recovered, and you realized your plan had succeeded.

On this day, Vortigern appeared before you once again.

"Finally awake, young man."

Vortigern sat down beside Ian.

"I thought you would need more time, but you seem more formidable than I imagined."

Although he opposed King Uther and allied with the Saxons, Britain's long-standing enemies, Vortigern at this moment exuded an aura no less than that of the royal court.

Ian couldn't even distinguish whether this kingly aura was something he was born with, or if it was the accumulated experience from years of continuous warfare shining brightly.

However, Ian did not forget his mission.

He began to disguise himself.

"Yes, thanks to your care, White Dragon King, I have recovered very well."

"Young man, tell me."

Vortigern looked directly at him; though advanced in age, his eyes still held enough resolve.

"Having traveled through mountains and rivers, why did you choose to attract my attention in this manner?"

Ian's heart trembled.

Had Vortigern already seen through his intentions, which was why he appeared before him?

"White Dragon King, I was condemned for certain crimes in anger; I cannot accept these conclusions forced upon me, so I have come from afar, hoping to receive your protection and preserve my life."

"Heh." Vortigern sneered.

"Ian, a wandering knight from the royal court, you killed your fellow knights, and you are rightly condemned."

Ian gasped.

Vortigern knew everything; he just wanted to see how Ian would answer.

Fortunately, Morgan had kept herself isolated, and the years she was gone completely severed his existence from others, leaving him now only with the crime of killing his comrades.

"However—"

Vortigern changed the subject.

"If those you killed were not comrades, but enemies, then there would be no such thing as a crime, would there?"

"Ian, if you want my protection, prove it with their blood."