Let Secrets Sink into Silence

A/N: You should be glad I worked extra to release 10 chapters at once. So enjoy😎🎉

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[The British army arrived at the scene.]

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

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

[But everything had lost its meaning. This was not something a dying person like you should consider. You only regretted that you hadn't fulfilled your responsibilities to Morgan.]

[Talent Heart of Desperation++ has been lost: Your assassination of Vortigern ended in failure, and your will to live began to weaken.]

[Someone recognized you.]

"Isn't this the claw of the White Dragon?! How could he be lying here?!"

"That's not important! This guy killed so many of our knights. He deserves this!"

"Let's kill him now!"

"No! Although killing him would be satisfying, someone of his status should be interrogated!"

Opinions were clearly divided at this moment.

One faction advocated killing, and the other advocated capture.

But regardless of the faction, their words revealed their hatred for Ian.

Listening to his former colleagues arguing over what to do with him, Ian felt a mix of emotions.

According to the contract, he had no right to go back to see Morgan without completing her commission and should have died there.

But—

He really wanted to see her again.

Even if it was just a glance.

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

[After a fierce discussion, you were not killed on the spot—the knights unanimously decided that they had a thousand ways to torture you after taking you back.]

[Talent Fight to the Death has been lost: Your assassination has ended. To prevent you from dying so easily, the British knights gave you the most basic first aid.]

[Talent Proxy++ has been lost: The sword Morgan gave you was confiscated by the knights. You could no longer be mistaken for Morgan, and someone recognized it as a standard British sword and presented it.]

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

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

"Talk!"

A knight roughly grabbed Ian's neck—not all knights were polite, and there were occasionally people like this.

What's more, in their eyes, Ian was already an enemy of the knights.

His hands were stained with many lives.

"What exactly happened!"

Faced with the knight's roar, Ian, in shackles, just looked at him silently.

And just that glance made the roaring knight's hand tremble—he was a little scared.

The person in front of him was the most capable and fierce blade under the Low King Vortigern.

If he hadn't been lying in a pool of blood that day, they probably wouldn't have had a confrontation like this.

A beast trapped in a cage still had sharp claws.

But at this moment, the knight heard Ian speak lightly.

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

"Just... don't ask me this kind of question again. You won't get an answer from me."

Even though he was his enemy, the knight felt a long-lost sense of friendliness.

He always felt that he and the man in front of him should have been on the same side.

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

[You were willing to pay any price to let these secrets sink into oblivion.]

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

[In their eyes, you were like a stubborn stone statue. They couldn't imagine what the Low King Vortigern had done to make you so determined.]

[Only you knew that you were not silent for Vortigern, but for the princess you were loyal to.]

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

[In just a few days, you were considered a monster overly influenced by Vortigern by the other knights. Everyone gave up interrogating you and just waited for further instructions.]

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

[There is always luck waiting at the end of bad luck.]

[A rumor spread from Vortigern's army and drifted into the British army.]

Several knights were gathered together discussing the widely spread rumor.

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

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

"It should be true, right? I heard that the princess broke in alone that night and even wounded Vortigern!"

"So powerful? As expected of the princess! I don't know why our king moved her away from the front lines. If she were here, we would definitely be invincible!"

"Indeed... but the king may also be afraid of the princess being harmed. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, she should inherit the future of Britain."

"A brave and skilled new king? That's exciting! Vortigern must have withdrawn his troops because he was afraid!"

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

Hearing the knights' discussion, Ian felt a burst of joy in his heart.

The magic Morgan had cast on the sword had taken effect—you, who broke into the enemy camp at night, were mistaken for her.

In front of these uninformed knights, she had established an image of bravery and skill.

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

Wait.

Ian suddenly realized something.

Vortigern clearly didn't mistake himself for Morgan!

Could it be that he...

[You realized Vortigern's plan—knowing the truth, he wanted to spread rumors to the British knights. In this way, Morgan was likely to go to the front lines again.]

[And this time, Vortigern would not give Morgan any chance. Under his command, the British army would only have one path to destruction.]

[You knew you couldn't sit still and wait for death. You could accept being humiliated in every way, but you would never allow Morgan's safety to be threatened in any way.]

[You, who were silent in the eyes of the British knights, began to roar.]

[Talent Affinity·Evil activated: Your almost crazy behavior made everyone notice you. Every knight present knew that you wanted to see the princess.]

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