White Dragon's Severed Claws

[The message spread through the British army like a plague.]

[Everyone knew that the White Dragon's claw wanted to see the Princess of Britain.]

[Talent Affinity·Evil activated: Many people began to speculate on the reason why you wanted to see the princess. Eventually, they came to the conclusion that you were frustrated and angry after being defeated by Morgan too many times.]

[Every knight who saw you tried to verify the accuracy of this statement, but you didn't answer anything.]

[Because you knew that saying anything about Morgan now was likely to trigger a new round of discussion.]

[However, your silence was equally noticeable. It was considered a manifestation of your anger—which further enhanced Morgan's prestige among the British knights.]

[You returned to your usual silence, waiting for a familiar figure to appear.]

[Your waiting yielded a good result.]

[One day, a knight walked up to you.]

"Get up."

Ian heard the knight say this to him.

He looked at the knight, saying nothing, but the other party already understood Ian's thoughts.

After all, recently, this crazy person had only shown one thought—that was to see the Princess of Britain.

"You're very lucky. Someone spread the news to the princess."

"She's here."

As soon as he heard this news, Ian, who had been silent all along, suddenly reacted violently, and the shackles that had been restraining him shook and vibrated.

The knight quickly drew his sword and pointed it at Ian.

"Don't move! Quiet down!"

"Let me see the princess... let me see the princess!"

Ian's crazy appearance made the knight even more convinced that the rumors were true—Morgan was the sharp blade that severed the claws.

After being cut off from the White Dragon's body, the claws lost their minds.

"Don't worry!"

"I'll take you to see the princess."

For some reason, even though they were mortal enemies, the knight felt that this madman was inexplicably pathetic and pitiful.

[You were taken out of the place where you were imprisoned.]

[Along the way, you felt many knights cast strange glances at you.]

[You knew that the reason they were doing this was because the rumors were true. Morgan, as a princess, had actually come to see a defeated opponent she had defeated countless times.]

[But you weren't happy about this. The real work was yet to come.]

"Princess."

The knight said respectfully.

"I brought him."

"Okay, step back, let him come in by himself."

A familiar voice came from behind the tent curtain. Before the knight beside him could urge him, Ian had already walked in by himself.

There was no one else in the tent.

Only a very familiar figure stood there—it was Morgan.

"Long time no see, Ian."

"Princess... long time no see."

Saying this, Ian knelt before Morgan.

And seeing him like this, the corners of Morgan's mouth also curled into a small arc.

To be fair, she missed this action a little.

"Ian, do you know?"

"Your submission always makes me happy, because it looks so worthless, and you're like a desperate merchant trying to sell it to me."

"But my loyalty to you will never change, even if you don't need it."

Even as a prisoner, Ian still had an extremely respectful attitude towards Morgan.

"Ian, I think I said I wouldn't value you."

Morgan walked up to Ian, her eyes no longer as contemptuous as before.

"You're just a pawn I can throw away at any time."

"Yes, princess." Ian replied, "I've always known this, but I still want to do something for you."

"You are the princess I am loyal to, always and forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ian felt a tap on his forehead.

[Morgan used magic to unlock your shackles.]

[They fell to the ground, making a dull thud, and at the same time announcing your temporary freedom.]

"You still look much better kneeling like this."

Morgan said.

"Failed assassin."

Ian knew that this was referring to his failed assassination of Vortigern—which was also what he felt most guilty about.

"Sorry, princess."

"I... failed to complete your commission."

"I had a hunch." Morgan sat back in her seat, "I never had any expectations of you, so naturally I won't be disappointed."

"I don't think you're enough to kill Vortigern,"

"But I have to say—"

"Your performance was indeed beyond my expectations and achieved most of the goals I needed."

"So continue to be used as my pawn. I want to know how much residual value someone like you has."

[You heard Morgan's words and realized she didn't intend to stop.]

[You remembered what Vortigern said and had some concerns.]

[As Morgan's most loyal knight, you decided to tell her everything.]

[You saw Morgan clench her fists—this was a sign of her displeasure.]

"Ian! Do you also think, like that Vortigern, that I will lead the British army to destruction?"

"Princess, I don't think so."

Ian said very honestly.

"On the contrary, I think you are the most suitable person to lead the British army."

"But that's why I'm worried that you will suffer unnecessary losses in this process—that's a loss for the entire Britain."

Hearing this, Morgan turned her head away.

"Ian, do you really think so?"

"Yes, princess, my heart has always been like this. The place where you are is the real Britain."

"..."

Morgan was silent for a long time before laughing self-deprecatingly.

"Ian, you don't understand anything."

"I... have never been recognized as you said. This is the first time I have felt the call of the masses. I can't give it up."

"I must show my abilities to my father and make him realize my value, not..."

Morgan didn't continue.

It seemed that there were some things she was unwilling to tell Ian in front of her.

But Ian didn't care that Morgan was hiding something from him—he only cared about the safety of the princess he was loyal to.

The Low King Vortigern was by no means mediocre.

It was not easy to fight him on the military front.

Fortunately, before meeting Morgan, Ian had thought everything through—he had found a way.

"Princess, in fact, you don't need to confront Vortigern head-on, and there is a way to prove yourself to the king."

"What way?"

"That is to play my last role as a pawn."

Ian took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible.

"Before seeing the White Dragon, sever its claws."

"Princess, if you take me to the king and kill me, the White Dragon's claw."

"In this way, your outstanding record will surely be recognized by the king."