The Girl's Knight Order Ambition

[You were pulled by Artoria's hand and led all the way back to the royal court.]

[People on the road kept casting surprised glances at you.]

[Of course, you know they don't know Artoria's true identity.]

[In their eyes, you and Artoria look more like a young man clinging to the Prince of Camelot.]

[You were brought to her door by Artoria.]

[She stopped and looked back at you.]

"Mr. Ian, can you please close your eyes first?"

Although Artoria deliberately put on clothes that emphasized male characteristics, just thinking about the purest body under those clothes made it difficult to notice the heroic spirit she originally wanted to highlight. In the end, only the girl's shyness remained.

Ian nodded.

"No problem."

According to Artoria's request, Ian closed his eyes.

Then, he felt something against his back—it was Artoria pushing him.

The sound of the door opening rang in his ears.

Ian felt himself enter the room.

Clatter.

The door closed.

The girl's joyful call came.

"Mr. Ian, you can open your eyes now!"

With a bit of doubt, Ian slowly opened his eyes, then froze.

What he saw in front of him was a layout very similar to Morgan's room.

If you have to find differences, there may only be the difference in the orientation of the room and the slightly lonely atmosphere because there is no trace of Ian's real life.

But this is enough to surprise people.

"Artoria, you are..."

"That! Please let me explain!"

The girl waved her hands in a panic.

"I didn't deliberately imitate that room, I just thought that kind of decoration suits me."

"But—"

Ian looked at the decoration in the room.

"This is too similar, right?"

"Hmm..."

Artoria lowered her head, looking a little embarrassed.

"Mainly, I think that in this way, Mr. Ian, you should like it more—so you can stay longer."

"..."

Hearing this, Ian felt a sting in his heart.

This most simple girlish emotion is something Artoria should have.

"Is that so?"

Ian smiled and touched Artoria's head.

"Then I can only say that the effect is not very good... at least I feel a little strange now."

"Eh?!"

Hearing this, Artoria immediately became nervous.

"Then I'll clean up again now!"

"No need." Ian stopped Artoria, "It's not completely unacceptable."

"However, Artoria, you called me here, not just to let me see this, right?"

"..."

Artoria lowered her head.

"Mr. Ian, you don't seem to want to be with me..."

"It's not that I don't want to be with you."

Ian raised Artoria's head and let her look at herself.

"But you have more important things to do."

"Artoria, Camelot is in urgent need of change."

[Artoria understood what you meant.]

[Different from the feeling of Merlin putting pressure, your words sounded more like encouragement in her ears.]

[She nodded and pulled you to sit on the bed.]

[You realize she does have important things to discuss with you.]

"Mr. Ian."

Artoria took out the Sword in the Stone.

"I actually have an idea, I don't know if it's reasonable."

Feeling that Artoria was a lot more serious, Ian changed accordingly.

"Then tell me what your idea is."

"That is—"

The girl clenched the holy sword symbolizing the throne.

"There are too many knights in Camelot. If we measure them with the same value during combat, I think it will inevitably affect the direction of decision-making."

Ian was not stupid.

He quickly understood the hidden meaning in Artoria's words.

"Artoria, do you mean you want to rank the knights?"

"Of course not." Artoria shook her head quickly.

"People who are willing to fight for this country are all equal."

"But—"

Artoria's eyes became sharper.

"In combat, it is always inevitable to make some sacrifices."

"To achieve the final victory, we need to make choices."

"..."

Ian took a deep breath.

Artoria's girlish appearance in front of him almost made him forget the changes after she pulled out the sword in the stone.

Cold and ruthless, but absolutely efficient.

It is the driving force for the entire kingdom of Camelot to move forward.

This is the shackle that a king bears.

Although to some extent, this is a concept that coincides with Artoria's original idea of "finding a suitable way as much as possible within her ability."

After all, cruel ways are also ways—this is the same as himself.

But Ian always felt that Artoria like this would be backlashed sooner or later.

However—

That's not something he can control.

The matter has come to this, and what should be done is to deal with the current problem.

"I see, what you said makes sense."

"But, Artoria, what exactly do you plan to do?"

"I want to form a knight order." Artoria said, "In this way, the elite of Camelot can be gathered."

[This is a very reasonable idea.]

[You realize that although Artoria is a girl, she has not missed the education she should have received as the king of revival.]

[She has many considerations of her own.]

[You can feel that while she is offering you the unique enthusiasm of a girl, she is also actively shouldering that heavy responsibility.]

[She seems to have the same obsession with the throne.]

"Well... it's indeed a good idea."

"But—"

Ian showed an awkward but polite smile.

"Artoria, why are you asking me this kind of thing?"

"Because I think your opinion, Mr. Ian, is very important." Artoria answered this question bluntly.

"So I want to know your thoughts."

"And—"

"Those knights that you approve of, who are worthy of this responsibility."

"..."

[You realize that Artoria's feelings for you seem to be spreading to other things.]

[She began to refer to your opinions on other matters.]

[You don't know if this is a good opportunity.]

[But the despicable you will never miss any possibility.]

"Then Artoria, can you give me some time to prepare?"

Ian answered like this.

"I think I need to sort out the content in this area before I can give a relatively suitable answer."

"Hmm." Artoria nodded.

"No problem, I'll wait for your opinion."

After the girl said this, she raised her head and gently left a kiss on the man's face.

"Mr. Ian, this is a thank you for your trouble."

"..."

[With the warmth on your face, you left Artoria's room.]

[This scene was seen by some maids.]

[You, who are already very prestigious, have received a strange compliment that has the charm to conquer even men.]

[But you don't care about these.]

[You just want to report the news of Artoria's formation of a knight order to Morgan.]

"Princess, the situation is probably like this."

Ian reported the news to Morgan.

"..."

Morgan was silent for a while before speaking again:

"Then Ian, are you going to stop this?"

"No." Ian shook his head, "If that were the case, I would have brought it up to her now."

"Princess, I think you must have a better idea like me, so I came back to report."

The corner of Morgan's mouth raised a small arc.

"Ian, are you trying to say you know me very well?"

Ian shook his head.

"Of course not."

"I just know that you, Princess, will choose a more valuable path."

"Oh?"

Morgan crossed her arms, showing an interested look.

"Then tell me what that more valuable path is."

"If you can't say it, you will be punished to kneel by the bed tonight."

This is a rather cruel punishment.

But Ian was not nervous at all—he had full confidence in his answer.

"Princess, you are a smart person."

"Instead of spending energy to destroy the establishment of the knight order, I think you are more willing to see this knight order used by you."

"And based on this idea—"

Ian looked at Morgan in front of him, with a look of victory in his eyes.

"The choice of knights is already very obvious."

"That is our children."

A faint smile flashed across Morgan's face—this was a sign that Ian had answered correctly.

"Ian, it seems you really worked hard to avoid kneeling by the bed."

Ian smiled slightly.

"I can't miss the chance to share a pillow with the princess, right?"

"Ian."

Morgan came over and hugged Ian's waist.

"Is there only me in your head?"

"No."

Ian shook his head, his hands swept across Morgan's slender waist and then joined together behind her.

"Princess, in my head, there is also Camelot, which you need most."

"You're really good with words."

Morgan looked at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with charm.

"I used to think that without me, you would be deceived by many bad women."

"Now it seems that without me, Camelot would be flooded with the tears of the women you've deceived."

"But you won't let me do that, Princess."

"Indeed." Morgan curled her lips, "You are my exclusive possession."

"Speaking of which, Ian, do you think the children will do as we want?"

Ian nodded.

"I think they will."

"First of all, Gawain will definitely not refuse, there is no doubt about that."

"And if Gawain becomes a member of the knight order, as his brother, Gaheris will not miss this opportunity. If they both join, Gareth, with her personality, will definitely come to join in the fun."

"The key is Agravain. That child is taciturn, and I can't understand his thoughts at all."

Hearing this, Morgan smiled slightly.

"Then Ian, you probably don't have to worry."

"Agravain will also join—besides, he is not taciturn, he just knows he shouldn't talk nonsense."

"Princess, you seem to know him very well."

"What?" Morgan's hand stroked Ian's waist.

"As a mother, shouldn't I understand my children?"

"...Indeed."

"However, Ian." Morgan restrained the smile on her face, "Letting the children swarm in like this will make that woman suspicious, right?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian did not deny this question.

"So I plan to recruit one more person."

"Who?"

"Artoria's brother Kay." Ian replied, "If we include him in the knight order, it won't look strange."

"You've brought him here?"

"Yes."

"Heh."

Morgan moved a little closer, her fingers gently stroking Ian's cheek.

"It seems you've prepared everything."

"Yes, Princess."

"What about here?"

She whispered in his ears clearly hinting towards something else.

"Princess, you can try it now."

"Ian~ you are really good at this!".

She exclaimed and kissed his lips.

After that rest is history...

...

....

[You and Morgan had a pleasant day.]

[You began to prepare the list to be submitted to Artoria.]

[But to be honest, it is a bit conspicuous to have your children become members of the knight order.]

[So you deliberately put Kay's name in a more prominent position.]

[After drafting this list, you began to communicate with them.]

[The development of the matter was almost as you predicted.]

[Gawain expressed his acceptance of your and Morgan's arrangements, and Gaheris had a similar attitude.]

[Agravain was silent, but he expressed his choice with a nod.]

[Gareth was as lively as ever, claiming that he would have a good match with Artorius after joining.]

[Kay was the most strange one.]

[Although he quickly accepted your invitation, he looked at you with a strange look throughout the whole process.]

[You understand that he became like this because of Artoria's performance at the city gate.]

[But you don't care what he feels.]

[As long as he can join the knight order as a shield.]

[Everything is ready.]

[You realize it's time to submit this list, which hides your true purpose, to Artoria.]

[In this way, her knight order will become another pawn secretly placed by you and Morgan.]

[You came to her room and handed her the list.]

"Here."

"That's about it."

Ian handed the list he had drafted on parchment to Artoria in front of him.

The girl took the list, looked at it for a while, and nodded in response:

"Good list, but I want to make some changes."

"Mr. Ian, is that okay?"

Ian's heart skipped a beat, but he still nodded with a smile.

"Of course."

"Hmm..."

Artoria wrote one more name on the parchment symbolizing the list.

"That's it!"

"Hmm? Isn't this my name?"

"Yes." Artoria smiled brightly.

"Mr. Ian, I just want to add you!"