The Princess Found Herself a Little Scared

[You began to further exploit Artoria.]

[With the last shred of emotion she entrusted to you, playing with her was all too easy.]

[After all, no one would have thought that the cold and ruthless King Arthur would be such a pure girl in front of you.]

[This kind of shame education also allowed you to further discover the secrets of her body.]

[Dragon's Lair Brewed Wine has been replaced by the Gift of the Red Dragon: You have discovered that it is not only the wine brewed by Artoria that can strengthen your body, but her female body itself also contains the ability to greatly enhance magic.]

[You realized that Merlin's prophecy was also a lie.]

[It wasn't because of the prophecy that the Red Dragon appeared, but because of the Red Dragon that the prophecy began.]

[This made you even more dissatisfied with this scam.]

[You invisibly tilted this resentment into your relationship with Artoria.]

"King."

Gawain knocked on the heavy door.

"May I ask if you are there?"

"What is it?" Artoria's cold voice came.

"This is the case." Gawain said respectfully.

"During the court meeting today, due to my personal mistake, I failed to report one thing.."

Artoria replies with her usual serious tone.

"...People always make mistakes, Sir Gawain, you can report it here urgently."

"Understood, thank you for the king's forgiveness."

Gawain breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a roll of parchment and reported the contents on it.

"King, regarding your idea of expanding the scale of the knight order that you mentioned last time, the knight order expressed unanimous support."

"But the key now is, how do we ensure that the people who enter the knight order are not mediocre people."

"...Very simple." Artoria answered almost without hesitation.

"You first screen the knights who come, and then I will meet them in person."

"But king, in this case, each active knight will inevitably have inconsistent assessment standards, so what should we do?"

"...Then don't conduct separate assessments, Sir Gawain, you can let multiple knights participate together, and make the final selection by means of the minority obeying the majority."

"In this process, if there are irresolvable differences, then you can seek assistance from me or Sir Ian."

"Of course—I believe there won't be many such opportunities, after all, you are all excellent knights, and your judgment should also be outstanding."

Artoria's words instantly woke up Gawain.

He realized that he only considered from one person's point of view, while the king saw a broader choice.

His respect for this king couldn't help but increase.

"I see, I know what to do."

"Although it may be a little offensive, but king, have you seen my father? He seems to be very busy recently."

"Gawain." Artoria's cold answer came, "You have to believe that Sir Ian is definitely doing what I need."

"So do you have any other questions?"

"No more, thank you for the king's answer."

With boundless respect for King Arthur, Gawain walked away.

He is really amazing!

But then again, did I just hear a rustling sound?

What Gawain didn't know was—

On the other side of the door, there was actually an extremely messy scene.

The king's coat was loosely placed on the bed.

The white dress used for secret meetings on weekdays was crumpled into a ball and fell on the red carpet on the ground.

The purple wine was poured on the side, outlining an irregular lotus flower.

The girl who was still as cold as frost just now had returned to her warm appearance.

"That, Gawain seems to be gone..."

"Yes."

"Sir Ian, can I make a small request?"

"What request?"

Artoria, leaning on the door, looked at the cork in the man's hand with a blushing face.

"Can you say something next time you put the wine in?"

"I almost couldn't control it."

"Artoria, are you very scared?"

Ian hugged her in his arms, pretending to be very interested.

"Even if I'm standing in front of you?"

"Sir Ian, I don't mean that."

"That's fine."

"We won't be discovered."

After saying this, Ian kissed Artoria, not allowing her to say anything more.

This kind of trick of not allowing the other party to answer to achieve false recognition is not something that only she can do.

[You yourself have the last piece of Artoria's emotions, and it is not difficult to corrupt her like this.]

[You tried to learn the secrets of her body from her, but found that she herself still had many things she didn't know about.]

[You decided to learn something else.]

[You planned to learn about Merlin from her, but what you got in the end was even more heartbreaking memories.]

["I used to sleep for only three hours, and in these three hours, Merlin would teach me the way of knights and the great righteousness that a king should have."]

["So for me, being able to live like this now is actually a very happy thing."]

[You realize that Artoria's smile is not as relaxed as it seems on the surface—all of this stems from the destiny imposed on her.]

[This day, you accompanied her until midnight for the first time.]

"Sir Ian."

Artoria, lying on the bed, looked at the scenery outside the window, with a bit of girlish beauty in her eyes.

"The stars are shining in the sky."

"Yes."

Ian also looked out the window.

"The stars seem to be particularly bright today."

"That should be because Sir Ian is in my room, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Artoria realized that this seemed too much.

She covered her face and apologized repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Sir Ian!"

"I didn't mean to say that!"

"It's okay."

Ian slowly pulled Artoria's hand covering her face away.

"If it's really because I stayed here that brought you starlight."

"Isn't that great?"

Hearing this, Artoria's cheeks quickly warmed up.

But she soon realized one thing.

"That, Sir Ian."

"Won't it really be a problem if you don't go back to her side?"

"That must be a problem." Ian answered without thinking, then looked at Artoria.

"But if you are willing to help me, it will be fine."

"Help you? How to help you?"

"Don't be so nervous, just answer some questions for me."

Ian touched Artoria's face, feeling the skin that had turned red from being played by him.

"Artoria, how far do you plan to expand the knight order?"

"At least enough to fill the round table that has been handed down, right?" The girl did not hide her purpose, "In this case, I will be more calm when I make strategies."

"What about after that?"

"No need after that."

Artoria leaned close to Ian and took his arm.

"When I think it's reasonable enough, I will lead the army to conquer and defeat the people who should be defeated."

"And then—"

"And then what?"

Artoria glanced at Ian, smiled slightly, and did not continue.

"It's nothing."

"But, Sir Ian..."

The girl's legs trembled slightly.

"Aren't you drinking wine today?"

"I... I specially sent someone to get a lot of different wines!"

"..."

Ian realized that he had indeed developed Artoria's strange habit.

But what's wrong with that?

The king who is only played by himself is the best puppet.

"Of course I want to taste it."

Ian stroked Artoria's golden hair.

"However, you have to try a new way."

"New way?"

"Yes." Ian nodded and wiped the girl's lips.

"I want to see you compete with yourself."

Artoria, who understood, turned her face slightly.

"Hmm... Sir Ian, I understand."

[Facts have proved that not all ways of drinking are the same speed.]

Artoria understood what he wanted.

She grabbed his hard stick and plopped herself down on it.

Ian wanted her to do the wine making herself.

Artoria hugged his sturdy body and kissed his lips.

"Ahmm~ Sir Ian's wine is..sho gwood".

Artoria was already drunk in pleasure.

She moved her hips instinctively as if her body already know how to best experience pleasure.

Ian also hugged Artoria and then nibbled on her ears.

"Artoria...Say when Gawain came to report why did you become more tighter at that time."

"Are you...perhaps".

"No~ Sir Ian was the one shamelessly—ahmm".

Artoria was about to retort but was silenced by Ian's lips.

After release her lips.

Ian Shushed her with his index finger.

And whispered

"Shhh.. Artoria are you going to lie to me just admit it little Al is a pervert".

She was embarrassed and soon admitted by sucking on his fingers.

"Yes Sir Ian I am a pervert, little Al is a pervert"

"Good girl". Ian was satisfied and patted her head.

"Then Artoria get ready to store my wine"

"Yes Sir Ian please give me your tasty wine".

Artoria hugged Ian and increased her speed her ass continue to slap on Ian's thighs.

Soon

Ian came.

Artoria also came together.

Both hugged each other for support.

Artoria kissed Ian's face and said before falling asleep.

"Sir Ian let's drink lots of wine tomorrow aswell".

[Compared to letting the wine flow into her throat, Artoria is better at the way you taught her.]

[But no matter what, she has drunk enough wine.]

[But she doesn't want to miss every moment she spends alone with you.]

[So she drunkenly held on until dawn before falling asleep.]

[You put the quilt on her, cleaned up everything in the room, hid the white dress in her closet for her, and left the king's clothes on her bedside.]

[You kissed her and left here in the last bit of darkness before sunrise.]

[You returned to your and Morgan's room.]

[You found that she was sitting there directly this time.]

[But you are not surprised—after all, it was almost the same last time.]

"Ian, where did you go?"

Morgan looked at the knight who came back almost at sunrise, and her tone was obviously a bit reproachful.

And Ian said very frankly:

"Princess, I spent the night with Artoria."

"You!"

Morgan's eyes widened.

"Why did you go to her again?!"

"Because there were indeed things to discuss."

Ian wasn't flustered. He sat down next to Morgan.

"Princess, I discussed with her the future development of the knight order and the next plans."

"..."

Morgan didn't doubt Ian's ability to gather information.

"So what did she say?"

"She seems to plan to expand the knight order to the point where it can fill the entire round table."

"..."

Morgan's eyes widened in surprise for a moment.

"Is she crazy? Won't that bring strange people into the knight order?"

"So she plans to let the existing knights do the first round of screening, and she herself will be responsible for the final assessment."

Morgan fell silent.

Ian knew that if she were to do it, she would probably do something similar.

Artoria's decision-making in such matters was not foolish because she was a girl.

"Princess, the key is actually later."

"Later?"

"Yes, the key to this information is actually her idea of conquering Vortigern, which she mentioned later."

Morgan wasn't dull.

She quickly realized the hidden meaning in Ian's words.

"You mean, we might be able to do something during this time?"

"Yes." Ian nodded.

"If we can win more round table knights in this selection, then whether it is for the army fighting abroad, or for the guards staying in Camelot, we will have enough say."

[Morgan didn't answer you.]

[But you know from her changing eyes that she now believes everything.]

"Ian, is this the result of your hard work all night?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian didn't shy away from it.

"But why do you smell of wine?"

"Because I drank with Artoria—just like last time."

There was no problem with the statement.

Nor was it a lie—they were indeed drinking.

(T/N : didn't know wine can help with cheating)

After a long period of silence, Morgan slowly raised her head and lightly kissed Ian.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Rest well."

"Understood, Princess."

Ian was indeed a little tired—corrupting Artoria was not an easy task.

What he didn't know was that after he fell asleep, Morgan immediately checked the clothes he had taken off.

She carefully searched every piece of clothing, but found no traces left after pleasure.

With her experience, she knew that the traces left behind were impossible to hide.

This also meant that he really only entered Artoria's room and had not entered her body.

But—

Was that really the case?

Morgan, smelling the aroma of wine, always felt that it wasn't the case.

She found herself a little scared.

[Morgan has changed.]

[She began to frequently pull you to appear in public.]

[You always kiss in front of many people.]

[Especially when Artoria appeared, her tendency in this regard would become more intense.]

[The residents of Camelot praised your relationship for this.]

[And in private, she took up most of your body's time.]

[She was constantly draining you.]

[Whenever she had free time, she would push you onto the bed.]

[But unlike in the past, Morgan no longer enjoyed it one-sidedly.]

[She began to try some positions that made you more imaginative—such as half-crouching in front of you, shaking her body.]

[You were originally a despicable knight who coveted her body, so you were naturally successfully seduced every time.]

"This should be fine..."

Morgan touched her lower abdomen, feeling the warmth coming from inside, thinking like this.

As long as this continues, he will definitely not be able to find Artoria again.

Besides, there's nothing wrong with this.

She was his nominal wife—so what was wrong with a wife draining all her husband's energy?

Morgan swore in the name of the princess that she would never let him escape from her hands.

"Ian, I order you to move immediately."

"...Understood, Princess."

Just as Ian's hand touched Morgan's waist, a soft knock on the door came.

Then came the voice of the little maid:

"That, Lord Lot!"

"The Knight King orders you to go there now!"

"It is said that new knights are going to have a meeting!"