A King and a Father

[Morgan didn't expect King Uther to want to talk to you alone.]

[She tried to explain your danger to King Uther to avoid this from happening.]

[But King Uther silenced Morgan with just a glance.]

[A king is a king, and a king's orders cannot be disobeyed.]

[Morgan bowed and said goodbye to King Uther.]

[At the last moment before leaving, she gave you a meaningful look.]

[And you looked back at her.]

[In the moment of eye contact, you conveyed to Morgan your promise that you would not say anything extra.]

[This reassured her a little.]

After Morgan left.

Silence spread throughout the tent.

King Uther, sitting on the high seat, waved his hand gently, and then the knights heard an unbelievable order.

"You all leave too."

"I want to talk to him alone."

No knight dared to say anything more—after all, even Morgan's words had not been able to influence King Uther.

Soon, the atmosphere, which had been like a trial, quickly turned into a private meeting between Ian and King Uther.

To be fair.

Ian didn't think this was a rational choice—after all, if he were really Vortigern's claw, this private meeting would be a godsend.

It was not necessary to kill the king; even a serious injury would be enough to change the course of the entire British war.

Has the king also begun to turn senile with age,

But King Uther's next words were beyond Ian's expectations.

He saw him get up from the high seat and walk towards Ian step by step.

Like his brother Vortigern, King Uther was also old.

His movements were not as agile as imagined, but they still revealed the composure of a king.

He walked up to Ian and drew his sword.

The silver light shone on the standard British sword, silently telling that the king's strength was extraordinary.

Ian closed his eyes, ready to accept whatever might happen to him, but unexpectedly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Ian felt his hands and neck relax again.

He opened his eyes and found that King Uther had split the shackles on his body.

The old king put away his sword, and his eyes, which had gone through vicissitudes, stared at the enemy in front of him, known as the White Dragon's claw.

"Long time no see, Ian."

[You realized that your identity had been exposed.]

[But you also realized that you had never revealed your identity and intentions. This was the first time you had seen this wise king after many years.]

[Countless doubts arose in your heart, and all the doubts pointed to one question: How did he know?]

[King Uther seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He saw your doubts.]

"I remember every knight who held a sword for Britain."

King Uther put his sword back into its sheath.

"Ian, the knight personally promoted by my daughter, disappeared many years ago."

"I don't know what happened in this, but your swordsmanship is exactly the same as his."

Realizing that this would definitely implicate Morgan, Ian immediately said:

"Don't compare me with that kind of knight."

"I am the White Dragon King's blade, and I will destroy the entire Britain! Kill me, King Uther, or you will definitely regret this moment of mercy!"

"In that case—"

King Uther looked at Ian, who was eager to clear his relationship with Morgan. His eyes, which had gone through years, still had enough courage.

With a bang.

King Uther threw the sword in his hand in front of Ian.

"Then prove your statement."

[You looked at the sword on the ground, your hands trembling.]

[You picked it up and walked towards King Uther step by step.]

[But King Uther didn't have the slightest fear. Your advance didn't make him take a step back. He had absolute confidence in his judgment.]

[You realized that King Uther, like Vortigern, was a king who had gone through years.]

[You raised the sword in your hand.]

[But the target you stabbed was not King Uther, but yourself!]

Ian decided to commit suicide.

Since his identity had been exposed on both sides, he would erase all traces with his death before anything worse happened.

Britain can have one more disloyal knight, but it must not have a despised princess!

With a bang.

King Uther knocked Ian's sword away with his bare hands.

The sword was merciless, and blood flowed from his hand and dripped on the ground—it was a scene that would make people feel a burst of pain.

But King Uther didn't seem to care at all.

He clenched his fist, leaving the blood symbolizing the royal family in his hand.

"I'm right, you are Ian."

At this point, Ian had no way to deny it.

He nodded, and then took all the blame on himself.

"King, I came up with everything. The princess didn't know anything about it."

"So if there is any crime, please let me bear it alone. The princess... is innocent."

[Hearing your words, King Uther turned his back and was silent for a long time.]

[Looking at his back, you felt a trace of loneliness and regret.]

[You vaguely felt that you were about to learn a very important secret.]

"Ian." King Uther's voice came.

"Answer me, how much chance do you think I have of winning this war?"

"King, you will surely win."

"But if I tell you that this war is destined to fail, what would you think?"

"..."

In Ian's silence, King Uther turned his head.

"No need to be silent. I knew this when I went on the expedition, but for the people of Britain, I still have to fight to the last moment."

"Then, king, let the princess..."

Ian was still trying his best to tell King Uther about Morgan's importance.

But King Uther just replied lightly: "Ian, Morgan is my daughter. If I can pass the throne to her, why wouldn't I want to?"

"But she is too far away from the power needed by the king. I can't entrust the task of Britain's rise to her."

"But king, you clearly allowed her to go to the front line." Ian still didn't want to give up.

"You're right."

King Uther sighed deeply.

"After all, she is my daughter... how can I bear to let her cry?"

[Although he is the King of Britain, King Uther still has his own feelings.]

[You realized that everything Morgan did might have been seen by him.]

[But as a father, he condoned all of this.]

"I will stick to the front line until the last moment."

King Uther handed his sword sheath to Ian.

"I think you are someone worthy of trust."

"In the years to come, I will entrust my daughter to you."