You Will Become a Dishonorable knight

[Every word Morgan said was etched into your heart.]

[You had never seen Vortigern, but judging from how he and his army could ravage Britain, he was no ordinary person.]

[You realized that this was a mission with no chance of success.]

[Morgan's actions were no different from sending you to your death.]

However, even realizing this, Ian didn't hesitate.

He responded to Morgan with a single sentence:

"I understand, Princess."

Morgan looked at Ian kneeling before her, and her blue eyes showed a rare glimpse of her inner emotions.

But it was still not affection, merely confusion.

"Ian, do you think you can do this?"

"No," Ian shook his head. "Though I have never seen Vortigern, I know he will be a powerful enemy."

"Then why don't you refuse me?"

"No knight would refuse an order from the person they swore loyalty to," Ian replied without hesitation.

"Princess, I am no exception."

"But what if you don't return?" Morgan looked at the kneeling knight.

"Then I won't return."

[Morgan was silent.]

[She had planned to do the opposite, mocking your cowardice to provoke you into taking on the mission, but she didn't expect you to be more loyal than she thought.]

[You agreed without even asking what you were supposed to do.]

[She chose to believe in your loyalty; it was the first time she had done so.]

"Come with me, Ian."

Morgan stood up.

"I allow you to bath in my presence."

At dusk, the corridors of the royal court were bathed in gold, a scene as beautiful as the verses in poems.

Ian looked at it all, feeling slightly dazed. He realized he hadn't been exposed to the outside world for a long time.

"Ian, do you like this place?" Morgan, walking ahead, suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Princess."

"I like it too," Morgan reached out to catch a falling leaf, a rare smile on her face.

"So, if I have the chance, I would like to stay here forever, letting Britain's glory shine upon it."

"Your wish will surely come true, Princess."

"..."

Morgan seemed to snap out of a reverie, her smile fading.

"I hope you're right."

Morgan pushed the leaves in her hand little by little into Ian's mouth.

"Ian, swallow them, and then act like you saw nothing."

Watching the knight obey her command,

Morgan's mood improved slightly.

[Morgan wasn't joking.]

[She really did take you to the bathhouse reserved for royalty.]

[She dismissed everyone else, leaving only the two of you.]

[She asked you to remove your armor and enter the bath.]

[You realized she was about to explain her plan.]

"Ian."

Morgan sat by the edge of the bath, lightly touching the water with her foot—water that had been enchanted with a special magic, perpetually clean.

"What do you think betrayal is?"

As she spoke, she pressed her foot against Ian's firm chest.

Clear bathwater slid down Ian's chest, flowing back into the pool.

"For me, betrayal is defying your orders, 

disobeying your will," Ian replied respectfully.

"Heh, just the answer I'd expect from you."

Morgan's foot moved up Ian's chest, reaching his neck.

Frankly, if anyone else did this, Ian would think they were trying to seduce him.

But Morgan was the only one who couldn't make him think that.

He had never truly received her affection.Only physical pleasure.

"But I'm telling you, that's wrong."

"True betrayal requires that person to value you deeply, and I don't value you. You're a pawn I can discard at any time."

"So, your understanding is completely wrong. You can betray anyone, but you can't betray me."

[You weren't disappointed, because Morgan had emphasized many times that she didn't value you.]

[After she pressed her toes against your lips, you heard her plan.]

[She decided to have you approach the Tyrant King Vortigern as a wandering knight who hates Britain and gain his trust.]

[You would become a blade Morgan planted by Vortigern's side, betraying the king who ravaged Britain at the crucial moment and stabbing him in the throat.]

[She believed that this despicable method suited you, and you would severely injure Vortigern.]

[Also, she had something else to give you.]

Swish, swish.

The blade was drawn.

Morgan took out a sword—she seemed to have been preparing for a long time.

"Ian, do you remember this?"

"Yes," Ian nodded. "It's your sword, but..."

Ian remembered that the last time he saw this sword, Morgan's name was engraved on it. Now, that spot was empty.

Morgan had predicted what Ian would think.

Her hand lightly brushed over the sword, and a line of engraved names appeared on it.

"I used magic to hide it in the sword. Don't doubt it; it's still the same sword."

"However, Ian," Morgan said, looking directly at the knight whose forehead she was stepping on.

"I order you, no matter what happens, to use this sword when assassinating Vortigern."

Although he had many questions, Ian knew he had no right to ask.

"Understood, Princess."

[In the following time, you and Morgan didn't mention this again.]

[She brought wine and ordered you to drink it.]

[She watched you drink, her expression very complicated.]

[You felt some expectation from her, but you didn't know why that thought arose.]

[She poured you one glass of wine after another, while also drinking herself.]

"Time is of the essence. You should leave tonight when the moon is full."

The slightly tipsy Morgan said to Ian.

"I've arranged everything for your journey. After you leave, you'll be accused of killing two fellow knights."

Morgan didn't plan to leave Ian any way out.

When the moon rose, he would be unable to return to the royal court normally.

But facing all this, Ian just accepted it calmly:

"As you command, Princess."

[Under the moonlight, Morgan watched you leave.]

[The princess stood on the city wall for a long time, watching until you became a dot on the horizon and disappeared completely.]

[She found that she seemed a little unaccustomed to the feeling of no one kneeling before her.]