Camouflage Woven Together

[Your and Morgan's plan is underway.]

[You collected information separately in the royal capital about the understanding of the war on the front line.]

[In fact, the situation seems to be even more serious than you imagined.]

[Because information transmission is slow, people in the royal capital are still very optimistic about the war on the front line. They even mistake Morgan's return for another meaning.]

"Hey! The princess has returned from the front line! This war must be coming to an end soon!"

"That's for sure! Our king is personally on the battlefield! How can we not defeat the demon dragon Vortigern!"

Hearing these remarks full of trust in her father King Uther, Morgan always showed a sad expression while riding her horse.

After all, she fully knew the real situation.

And at this time, Ian, who was also riding a war horse beside her, would whisper a reminder:

"Princess, you don't need to be sad. This is the people's trust in the king. You should be happy."

"But this trust will soon be shattered, right?" Morgan looked at the people in front of her and answered like this, "Father, obviously already..."

Morgan didn't finish speaking.

Obviously, even if she was sent back to the royal capital, she felt that her father King Uther still had the strength to fight.

"Then you should cheer up even more." Ian also looked at the people.

"Since the king may betray their trust, then you, princess, should revive this trust."

"In this way, Britain will have a hopeful future."

Ian's words made Morgan feel a little better.

She gently waved the reins and let the war horse under her bypass the noisy crowd.

She remembered something and spoke again:

"Ian, you... won't betray me, will you?"

"Of course not, unless—"

"Unless what?" Morgan's slender willow eyebrows frowned slightly.

She cared about this question.

"Unless you need my betrayal, princess." Ian answered directly.

"..."

Morgan was silent for a while.

"I always feel that your sentence is a bit contradictory."

"But, I don't dislike it."

[You and Morgan continue to carry out the plan.]

[You hid the real reason for returning to the royal capital from everyone and began to camouflage according to the pattern of the victors.]

[You and Morgan rode your respective war horses and threw gold coins to both sides of the road.]

[Everyone was deceived by your behavior. The statement that you returned in triumph became more and more intense in the royal capital,

almost comparable to the truth.]

[There are more and more bards on the street singing poems praising King Uther, and the aroma of wine often wafts through the sunny daytime alleys.]

[But you know that all of this is an illusion.]

[Morgan is also very clear about this.]

[You carefully fulfill every step of the plan, blocking the news, for fear of any mistakes.]

[You increasingly realize the importance of each other in the plan, and you also increasingly understand that your destinies are intertwined like hemp ropes.]

[This makes your relationship move further in an indescribable direction.]

[During the day, you are the noble princess and the loyal knight.]

[At night, you are underground lovers who are on the verge of breaking out.]

[Morgan takes pleasure in playing with all parts of your body, which is her rare relaxing time of the day.]

[But things can't always go so smoothly.]

[Silent danger is quietly coming.]

The sun sets in the west.

The afterglow of the sun casts the last oblique shadow on the land of the royal capital, and the orange-red light covers the land that has gone through years.

Ian was watching all of this.

He stood in front of the city gate when he left the royal capital a few years ago—it still stands here today.

Everything seems unchanged, but everything is already different.

Looking at the avenue in the dusk, Ian's heart was filled with many thoughts.

However, he was not confused at all and knew what he should do now.

A running figure appeared not far away.

Ian, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, immediately judged that it was a knight returning from the front line.

He became vigilant.

"Stop." Ian stopped the knight and then asked knowingly, "Where are you from? What are you doing?"

The knight was shocked by Ian's aura.

He immediately pulled the reins, stopped the horse, and then said anxiously:

"There is an emergency on the front line! I need to report to the princess immediately!"

"..."

Ian's heart skipped a beat, but he tried to keep calm on his face.

"What's the matter?"

[Talent Knight's Aura is triggered: Although he was told to report to Princess Morgan as soon as possible, under your aura, the knight in front of you told you what happened.]

[You learned unfavorable news from the front line from him.]

[You realize that this is very dangerous for you and Morgan in every sense.]

[Once the unfavorable news from the front line spreads in the royal capital, the identities that you and Morgan have painstakingly forged will be shattered in an instant.]

[You will never allow such a thing to happen—no one can destroy what Morgan deserves.]

[Your killing intent arose.]

[You lured the knight into the dark and pierced his heart with a sword.]

[You cleaned up all the traces and let his war horse run to the distant place that will never return under your gaze.]

[No one knows your behavior, but you know that further countermeasures must be taken.]

[You were wary of everything around you until night fell.]

[You avoided the attention of others and came to Morgan's room, telling her everything.]

"Sure enough, it had come to this."

Morgan was not flustered.

In the plan she and Ian had jointly formulated, this was a link that would inevitably appear.

"Ian, have you cleaned it up?"

"Yes." Ian nodded, "It's buried and no one will find it."

Hearing this, Morgan's expression became a little complicated.

She bit her lip tightly, and a burst of heartache appeared in her blue eyes.

She stretched out her hand and touched Ian's face, gently wiping away the small blood stains on it.

"Sorry, I made you do this kind of thing to your colleagues again."

"It's okay." Ian smiled slightly, "I'm already a sinner. Being able to walk as your pawn, princess, is already the most meaningful moment in my life."

"Ian, don't say that."

Morgan looked directly at the man who was obviously much taller than her but was willing to kneel in front of her and serve her.

She gently stroked his weathered face.

"It's precisely because you are my pawn that you have to obey my orders."

"So without my order, I won't allow you to die."

"Princess..."

Feeling the other person's caress on his cheek, Ian was moved, but he didn't give up thinking.

"But we have to have a further plan, right?"

"Yes." Morgan nodded.

"Of course—"

"Ian, I want to kill that offspring."