Despicably Enjoying the Girl's Shameful Wine

T/N: Hahhhh... So damn tired..

Just 30 more chapters untill century.

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[Artoria began to fulfill her promise.]

[Having been granted the title of king, she prepared to give every member of the knight order, including you, the status they deserved after taking on this responsibility.]

[You, Gawain, Kay, Gaheris, Agravain, Gareth.]

[These were the initial six seats of knights, but there would not be only six seats.]

[You knew that everyone had different thoughts when they looked at Artoria.]

[But you didn't care about these—because you knew very well what your purpose was.]

[The new king's knighting ceremony began.]

[The initial six knights walked up to Artoria one by one.]

[On the throne, she used a stern but encouraging tone to carry out the reward that a king should fulfill.]

[The final honor of talent has been obtained: Now honor is in front of you, you need to think about whether this is the last chance in your life.]

[Your reputation has risen to an unprecedented height.]

[But you were not disturbed by these things, you knew that you had one thing to complete in this meeting.]

[Now it's your turn.]

[You walked forward.]

Ian took a deep breath.

He smelled a hint of sweet wine in the air, slightly cool, with a hint of the girl's unique shyness.

Artoria was sitting on the throne.

Although her body was petite, it didn't make people feel pity.

A pair of eyes were overlooking the ministers, cold and ruthless.

In the eyes of outsiders, she was majestic and courageous at this moment, worthy of the name of king.

However—

When she saw Ian coming to her, everything was completely opposite.

Even at this moment of majesty, for the man who entrusted her last emotion, her eyes couldn't stop overflowing with the most sincere girlish feelings.

Ian certainly understood this.

So he deliberately slowed down his pace, so that Artoria could focus all her attention on him.

And he did it.

The despicable knight used the girl's last emotion entrusted to him, successfully making her eyes only him.

But this was just a small test by Ian.

What he wanted now was not to let Artoria just look at him like this.

"Knight King, may I receive your blessing." Ian took the initiative to remind.

A simple sentence made Artoria realize again that she still needed to fulfill what she should do as a new king.

She came back to her senses and began to grant Ian the honor of a knight.

And in the last step—when the medal was awarded, it was also when the two were closest, the girl heard such a sentence.

"Artoria, come here again tonight."

The girl was first at a loss, and then her face quickly flushed.

She thought this was a secret only the two of them knew.

[The new king's knighting ceremony is over.]

[You have become the temporary chief knight of the knight order.]

[No one questioned this—because your ability was indeed far superior to ordinary knights, and you were also the father of the knights.]

[You returned to Morgan's side with these admiring eyes.]

"This thing doesn't suit you at all."

Morgan grabbed the knight medal awarded by Artoria on Ian's body and planned to throw it away.

And Ian didn't stop her.

After the medal was thrown out with Morgan's anger, he bent down and picked it back up.

He smiled and said to Morgan:

"Princess, do you want to throw it again?"

"..."

Seeing Ian like this, Morgan also realized that she was a little improper.

She turned her face away.

"Ian, are you trying to say that I'm being willful?"

"Princess, willfulness is for people you don't know."

Ian looked at Morgan sincerely.

"But I obviously don't belong to this category."

"So your behavior is not so-called willfulness to me."

"Knight... don't be too presumptuous."

Although Morgan said so, the hand holding Ian's was even tighter.

"Ian, when you went up just now, that woman seemed to be looking at you all the time."

"Princess, isn't this taken for granted?" Ian replied without panic.

"Artoria wants to award medals to the knights, she should look at every knight who goes up."

"No." Morgan shook her head.

"Her eyes on you are obviously different from those on others!"

"I can feel that she must have other plans for arranging you in the knight order!"

"It's okay, Princess."

Ian looked directly at Morgan, who was angry because of this, with unprecedented firmness in his eyes.

"I will use this gaze—she will regret staring at me like this in the future."

"..."

Morgan was silent for a while before continuing.

"Ian, you don't have to work so hard."

"You know I don't love you at all, don't you?"

"Princess, but you also know that even so, I will always love you, don't you?"

Hearing this, Morgan seemed to want to say something more, but finally suppressed it.

"...What a hopeless idiot knight."

[You and Morgan returned to the room.]

[She was very tired.]

[After you chatted on the bed for a while, she fell asleep.]

[You understand that today is the most tiring day in her life.]

[This strengthened your determination.]

[The despicable you know that you have to start implementing the plan in your heart anyway.]

[Date the girl and make her shy.]

[You know this is your last choice.]

Ian put the quilt on Morgan next to him and got up.

He left the room of the two and walked out of the royal court to the street outside.

Because of the knighting ceremony, the people of Camelot were in a state of joy.

And Ian, as the chief knight, naturally received special favor.

But he didn't indulge in these praises that rushed towards him.

After all, these praises came from Artoria, and he hoped to hear another name one day.

Under the setting sun.

Ian said to Gawain, who was also praised for being given the position of knight.

"Gawain, if your mother looks for me, just say I have something to do and will be back soon."

"Okay, father, I understand."

Looking at Ian's leaving back, Gawain felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He always felt that his father seemed to be on a road of no return.

Just—

On this kind of day, let's think in a good direction.

[You left the lively streets of Camelot.]

[You returned to the royal court.]

[Just like when you and Morgan had an affair a long time ago, you avoided the sight of everyone in the royal court.]

[You came to the door that Morgan brought you to twice—this is also the place where you accepted the knighting.]

[You know what's behind the door, and you also know that once you open this door, there is no turning back.]

Ian suddenly wanted to laugh.

He laughed not at others, but at himself.

Artoria's girlish body was so pure and flawless, it was a rare treasure.

His hand was actually shaking now.

No turning back?

Isn't there already no turning back?

What are you worried about? What are you afraid of?

Just push the door open, right?

Ian reached out, but found that the distance between his hand and the door was so far away, as if he could never reach it in his life.

But everything seemed to have been tied to the rolling wheels.

The thick door slowly opened, and half a head protruded from it.

"Sir. Ian, it's really you!"

The girl's smile was so sweet, like the sun shining on the land of Britain.

Even if night falls, it still shines like daylight.

[Artoria took you in.]

[Looking at everything in front of you, you actually had a long-lost trance.]

[But the girl didn't realize the change in your heart.]

[She just thought you were sick.]

"Sir. Ian?"

Artoria in a white dress tiptoed and waved in front of Ian.

"Is there any discomfort?"

"It's nothing." Ian came back to his senses and told a little lie.

"I just think the feeling of coming here at night is completely different from coming here during the day."

"That's for sure..."

Artoria put her hands behind her back, looking very embarrassed.

"Generally, no one is allowed to come here at night."

"But—"

Artoria raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

"Since Sir. Ian wants to meet here, let's be flexible!"

"I am already the king of Camelot, I have the right to decide like this!"

The girl said it very easily.

But Ian knew that Artoria must have struggled countless times in private to find such a reason to convince herself.

"That, Sir. Ian..."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"How did I perform today?"

Artoria's toes lightly drew circles on the floor of the

throne room.

"Did I disappoint you?"

"..."

Ian put on a hypocritical smile and gently stroked Artoria's head.

"You performed very well, flawless, no fault can be found."

"Really?!"

Artoria, who was praised, seemed very happy.

"Sure enough, as long as Sir. Ian helps, I won't be nervous at all!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl realized that this shouldn't be said so boldly.

She grabbed Ian's hands.

"Anyway, thank you very much, Sir. Ian."

After saying this, Ian felt a little burden on his chest.

She buried her head in again.

[You realize that now is the most moving state of Artoria.]

[This is also the best time to file a despicable lawsuit.]

[You recalled Morgan's painful appearance and quickly made up your mind.]

[You know it's time to be an asshole.]

Ian took a deep breath, lowered his head, and kissed Artoria in his arms.

The girl resisted at first, but soon fell into his captivity, extremely obedient.

After a while.

After confirming that the other party had completely fallen, he slowly released his mouth.

"Sir. Ian..."

Artoria, who was kissed by Ian on her own initiative for the first time, blushed.

She seemed to have a lot to say.

"Shhh—"

Ian put a quiet gesture in front of his mouth.

"Now is not the time to make noise."

"Hmm..." Artoria covered her mouth and nodded.

Looking at the girl who didn't dare to act rashly, Ian hugged her waist again and continued.

"Is the wine still there?"

Hearing this question, Artoria's face flushed even more.

She didn't answer the question directly, but used her actions to tell everything.

She twisted the corner of her dress and showed the answer with a shy face.

Under the moonlight.

Ian saw the wine preserved by the girl.

It was extremely pure, but at the same time it exuded an alluring fragrance.

The cork slightly revealed one end, and it probably didn't take much effort to pull it out from the mouth of the wine.

Although it was impossible to see what it looked like inside the wine vessel, it must still be a good vintage.

Ian knew now was the best time.

He leaned to Artoria's ear and whispered to her:

"The wine seems to smell better."

"Artoria, can I have a taste?"

The girl's pupils widened slightly, but soon turned into willing shame.

"If it's Mr. Ian—"

"Then there's no problem."

Ian felt his heart seem to be touched again.

But he knew that now was definitely not the time to waver.

He had to take this despicable step.

Ian carried the girl to the throne.

Everything seemed to have never changed.

But Ian knew that what he was thinking in his heart was completely different.

Artoria lay on the throne, showing the man in front of her the fine wine she had treasured all day.

"Mr. Ian, please enjoy it."

"If it's not enough... we can brew more later."

Poof—

The mouth of the wine opened.

The girl's soft and flawless lips welcomed her favorite person.

That was a private possession that only he could know.

The white hands on the throne were restlessly stroking, as if to scrape off the gold plating on its surface.

She was a cold and ruthless king, but at the same time she was also a wine vessel that only he could use.

The aroma of grapes and the girl's whimpers echoed in the ethereal night sky.

The throne once again ushered in the knight's desecration.

Someone was deeply immersed in it.

And someone was stepping over the red line symbolizing single-mindedness.

[You tasted the unique wine.]

[Talent magic enhancement has been replaced by Dragon's Lair Brewed Wine: Your body has been enhanced by some mysterious magic, and you suddenly have a further understanding of magic.]

[You realize that Artoria's body in front of you hides a huge secret.]

[But more than that, it is your greater gain to let Artoria on the throne accept this shame.]

[You will despicably use this emotion to make her a king at your command.]

[And the king's conquest will also begin silently after tonight.]