The Wise King Never Lets Down His Guard

Although it was morning, finding Morgan was not difficult.

As her most loyal knight, Ian knew her habits.

At this time, she would be admiring the flowers in the quiet courtyard.

Indeed, that was the case.

Stepping out of the corridor, Ian saw Morgan standing by the courtyard at a glance, quietly watching the blooming flowers, with several maids following her.

However, Morgan didn't seem to care about the maids beside her.

Compared to them, she seemed to prefer spending her time on the flowers in front of her.

"Your Highness."

Ian addressed Morgan respectfully as usual.

This was not something unacceptable to him—after all, even when he was pressing her down and entering her, she was still his princess.

Hearing someone calling her, Morgan turned her head.

The moment she saw it was Ian, her clear blue eyes rippled imperceptibly.

"You may all withdraw." She said to the maids beside her.

"I have something to discuss with the knight."

"Understood."

The maids left sensibly, leaving only Morgan and Ian in the courtyard.

In the eyes of outsiders, this was just a simple meeting between the princess and her knight.

However, before Ian could say anything, Morgan began to complain with a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Why did you leave this morning without saying a word?"

"Because Your Highness was sleeping soundly."

"But do you know how I felt when I woke up and found no one beside me?"

Morgan's eyebrows were filled with resentment.

"I don't like it."

"But Your Highness, if I didn't leave early..." Ian looked around cautiously, "It might cause more trouble."

"Just for a moment, there won't be any problems." Morgan picked a flower and smelled it.

"Besides, I just wanted to hear you say good morning."

"I understand, Your Highness, it's my fault." Ian answered crisply.

"It's good that you know." Morgan's mood improved slightly. "So, Ian, do you have something to tell me?"

"You usually don't come at this time."

[You told Morgan about your discovery of the other offspring.]

[You bluntly stated that something was wrong.]

[How could no one in the royal court know the name of that offspring?]

[Morgan didn't doubt your words, and she also tried to recall the offspring favored by King Uther.]

Morgan covered her forehead with one hand, recalling the past with great concentration.

She squinted her eyes, muttering fragments of words.

"Who was it..."

[The situation seemed to be worse than expected.]

[Morgan remembered everything she had heard at the banquet that day, and she also knew the sense of loss she had felt that day.]

[But everything about that offspring was like gold buried in quicksand—you knew it was there, but it was hard to find.]

[She remembered there was such a person, but couldn't recall any information.]

[Under such influence, even the existence of this person became a question worth considering.]

[She also realized that something was wrong.]

"Ian, is everyone else like this?"

Morgan let go of her hand and asked.

Fine beads of sweat were already visible in her smooth silver hair, and the recollection of the past clearly made her uncomfortable.

"Yes, Your Highness." Ian nodded in response. "They are even more serious than you, some have even forgotten the incident itself."

"..."

Morgan's eyes fell on the flowers again, but her mood was completely different.

The flower that had just been picked was thrown to the ground by her.

"Ian."

"I think we might be under the influence of magecraft."

"The influence of magecraft?"

"Yes." Morgan's expression became serious. "It should be a kind of suggestive magecraft."

"This..."

Ian didn't question Morgan's words.

On the one hand, it was out of loyalty;

On the other hand, it was due to her strength;

Morgan was an excellent magician, which she had proven many times.

"Can't it be dispelled?"

"It's been too long, its influence has taken root."

"And... the person who cast this magic is no less powerful than me."

Hearing Morgan's answer, Ian suddenly realized something.

"Then Your Highness, why would such a powerful magician do this?"

"..."

Morgan was silent.

Seeing her like this, Ian instantly confirmed the answer.

"Your Highness, is it related to the king?"

"..."

Morgan bit her lip, clearly hit where it hurt.

Ian could fully understand her feelings at this moment.

Normally, King Uther wouldn't need to use this kind of magic.

Because for Britain, the king's offspring was something worth celebrating by the whole country—especially the descendants of a wise king like Uther, who were even more worthy of protection.

In Ian's memory, the banquet that night was so grand that he couldn't forget it.

But now, this offspring had become a hidden matter in everyone's memory, with extremely heavy concealment.

There was only one reason to explain all this.

Perhaps—

King Uther had already foreseen his daughter Morgan's future actions.

He chose a way to prevent Morgan from contacting this offspring—by sealing them in everyone's memory.

The wise king had never let down his guard against Morgan.

Realizing this, Ian even felt that King Uther was watching them somewhere in the sky above the royal court.

But more than this, he was worried about Morgan beside him.

If she knew that Uther's attitude had always been like this, she...

Unexpectedly, Morgan looked very calm.

She just asked a question:

"Ian, do I really seem that hopeless?"

"Your Highness, at least to me, it's not like that."

"Is that so?"

Morgan sneered and said nothing more.

She turned around and walked towards the other side of the courtyard.

Before leaving, she turned her head and said to Ian as if giving an order:

"Ian, come early tonight."

"I want to fall asleep sooner."

[Morgan was somewhat affected.]

[She demanded more from you, even giving you a potion that would excite your body.]

[But what you saw in her eyes was not desire, but endless loneliness.]

[You knew she was sad, so you tried very hard, hoping to make her fall asleep sooner in your own way.]

[Every night, there would be traces of your presence in Morgan's room.]

[The plan was temporarily shelved.]

[But you were still working hard to defend your hard-won status.]

[This month, you had killed three knights who had returned from the front line to report information.]

[Just as you were disposing of the bodies, a young man pushing a cart appeared not far away.]

[He was a blond youth, but his delicate features made his gender a very ambiguous concept.]

[He greeted you.]