Royal Capital, Things Have Changed

[Walking the familiar road, you returned to the royal capital.]

[Although it was much later than expected, no one questioned it.]

[The residents of the royal capital applauded Morgan's return, and were curious about you by her side.]

[Sitting on the warhorse, facing these gazes, you suddenly realized something.]

[That is, the information transmission in Britain is not as convenient as imagined.]

[News from the front line takes a long time to reach the royal capital.]

[You realized that there is some exploitable value in this.]

[You looked at Morgan and found that Morgan was also looking at you.]

[You exchanged glances and realized that you both realized something, but due to your apparent identities, you knew that now was not a good time to talk.]

"Ian, come to my room tonight."

Morgan said this calmly, then refused the royal guards' lead and chose to ride back alone.

"Excuse me, do you need a guide? The princess's guest." The guard asked cautiously.

It had been several years since Ian left the royal capital. Although everything in the royal capital seemed unchanged, he didn't recognize any of these guards.

"Things have changed," perhaps this is the feeling it describes.

"Thank you for your kindness, I don't need it." Ian said with a smile.

"I'm very familiar with this place."

"And—"

Ian drew the sword from his waist, which shone silver in the sunlight.

"I'm not the princess's guest."

"I am her knight."

[Talent Affinity·Persistence has been replaced by Affinity·Knight's Aura.]

[Talent Affinity·Knight's Aura activated: Although the guard saw you for the first time, the aura you exuded made him feel that you were extraordinary, and he deeply believed in the identity you reported.]

[He cast a look of admiration at you and announced this to his companions.]

[Soon, your identity was confirmed by this kind of publicity.]

[They made way for you and watched you go away.]

[You didn't go straight back to your resting place, but wandered around near the royal court.]

[You got off your horse, spent some gold coins to buy apples and other things, and distributed them to people along the way.]

[They were very willing to chat with you, and you gradually learned a lot from their conversations.]

[Girls were constantly attracted by your temperament and generosity, hoping to have more private conversations with you.]

[But you refused them and told them that better people would appear.]

[Time came to night.]

[As agreed, you avoided the eyes of the people along the way and came to Morgan's door.]

Knock knock.

Ian knocked on the thick door.

Soon, the door opened a crack, and Morgan's

beautiful blue eyes appeared inside.

"So Ian, you're finally here."

The door closed again.

Everything returned to silence.

Inside the room, Morgan closed all the windows, and no moonlight leaked in.

A few red candles burned with pale yellow flames on the royal candlesticks, making the originally deserted bedroom a little warm.

Fine wine was placed quietly in the glass, emitting a faint aroma of wine.

"Ian, kneel down for me!"

Morgan, who had just sat on the bed, directly ordered her knight.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Ian did as she said.

Seeing Ian submit, Morgan stretched out her foot and hooked his chin.

"Ian, you just got back, and you're already flirting with other women?"

"I heard them say that you spent the whole afternoon chatting with other girls? Do you know what you're doing?"

"I don't remember saying that I allowed you to do this."

So that's what it was.

Ian sighed helplessly.

"Princess, I think you have misunderstood."

"I'm not flirting with them, but learning some information that we might find useful."

"Information we might find useful?" Morgan frowned slightly.

"Yes, princess, you should have noticed something like me today."

"As for those opposite sex who came at me, I'm not interested in them at all."

"Princess, you should understand this."

"Sounds like a good explanation." Morgan let go of Ian's chin.

"Go get the wine, let's have a few drinks."

"Understood, princess."

Following Morgan's order, Ian brought over the wine glass filled with wine.

"Tell me."

Morgan took the wine glass and shook it gently.

The wine maintained a delicate balance inside and would not spill because of this action.

"What did you find?"

"Okay, princess." Ian answered respectfully.

"Although it may be a bit offensive to you and the late king, the connection between the royal capital and the front line seems to be weaker than imagined."

"In my communication with them, I can feel a clear lag."

"Yes." Morgan nodded.

"After all, they didn't even recognize you. I don't think they know much about the front line."

Speaking of this, the two looked at each other.

They both knew that the content to be discussed next was an absolutely hidden secret.

"Take a sip of wine first."

Morgan took a sip of wine and then stretched the wine glass towards Ian.

[You took the wine glass and also took a sip of wine.]

[You found that Morgan had cast magic in it, and your communication was hidden in the wine glass.]

[With this silent method, you quickly completed the exchange of opinions with each other.]

[You learned that Morgan also wanted to use the lag of the connection between the front line and the royal capital to block the news from the front line.]

[In this way, at least in the royal capital, she is no longer the princess who was driven back by King Uther.]

[Then at the moment when the war is destined to fail, you and Morgan will be the two who occupy the most advantageous position.]

[The premise is that you really hide everything.]

The wine glass was empty.

Morgan and Ian also completed their information exchange.

"Ian, do you think it will succeed?"

"I can't predict, princess." Ian answered very sincerely, "But at least it sounds like a plan worth trying."

"Ian, you are never afraid in front of me."

Morgan looked at the knight in front of her, her blue eyes were less indifferent.

"Every time I'm betting your life."

Ian smiled slightly.

"Then at least it proves that my head is still useful to you, princess."

"Is that so?"

Morgan slowly stretched her legs.

It was fair skin that could be broken by blowing, and even if it was slightly smoked by candlelight, it was still very attractive.

"Then maybe the useful things on you are not just the head above."

With a bang.

The wine glass fell by the bed.