The Princess's Curse, Piercing the Wrong Body.

[You and Artoria continue to write your legend.]

[Excalibur Galatine and Excalibur, blessed by the sun and moon respectively, demonstrate the majesty of holy swords on the land of Britain.]

[You are invincible and victorious in every battle.]

[Shadow of the King of Knights has been enhanced to Shadow of the King of Knights+: Your glory has not been completely overshadowed by Artoria. Everyone remembers your appearance of slaying enemies with Excalibur Galatine.]

[You are destined to leave a strong mark in British history.]

[After a great victory, a knight appears before you and Artoria.]

[You feel that he seems a little strange, but you don't say much.]

"This time... you go talk to him."

Artoria beside Ian said this.

"Isn't this a little inappropriate?"

"It's nothing." Artoria shook her head. "Since they all say you are my shadow, then the shadow should also have things that the shadow should be involved in, right?"

"..."

Ian didn't say anything more.

He came to the strange knight as Artoria asked and talked to him.

"Who are you?"

"Palamedes."

"The reason you came here?"

"Admire King Arthur."

[Your experience is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.]

[You see through the lie of the tall, wheat-skinned Palamedes at a glance.]

[But looking at Palamedes's eyes, you don't have any intention to expose him.]

[You feel that he only has a very simple purpose.]

"I see."

Ian held out his hand to Palamedes.

"Welcome to Camelot."

Looking at the hand extended towards him, Palamedes was a little surprised.

He hesitated for a while and then said:

"You... don't plan to ask anything more?"

"Nothing to ask."

Ian looked at the man in front of him expressionlessly.

"The past cannot be changed, the future has choices."

"The path you take is up to you."

"..."

Palamedes was silent for a while.

In the end, he took Ian's hand.

"I understand."

"In that case, please let me fight for you."

What Palamedes didn't know was.

If he had refused this invitation just now.

Excalibur Galatine would have pierced his heart in the next moment.

The despicable knight would eliminate all potential enemies.

[You figured out Palamedes's intention.]

[You learned that he is a knight from Saracen, who was considered a heretic by his father because he liked to pursue powerful opponents too much.]

[He proposed the idea of fighting with you.]

[Red Dragon's Gift+ activated: You, who have Artoria's magic power, easily defeated Palamedes.]

[He was extremely surprised by your strength.]

[He regards you as an opponent he must defeat.]

[You don't mind this.]

[Because you know that in this way, it is basically equivalent to bringing Palamedes to your side.]

[This is obviously the best thing for you.]

[Artoria also saw all of this.]

[She is very happy.]

Late at night on the same day.

The king's armor lay on the ground in a slight mess, and the girl, wrapped only in the king's robe, was rising and falling on the man's body.

Of course.

What she was using was still not the place to be used.

This was not the girl's initiative, but Ian's special instruction.

Without the armor inside, the king's robe would actually be meaningless.

What the despicable knight could see was only the girl's snow-white body and her hard-shaking waist.

The robe wrapped outside was just a more shameful decoration for her at this moment.

"Uh—"

The girl, feeling the heat, raised her head, widened her eyes, but covered her lips with her hands.

Obviously.

The first sin of the night had bloomed in her body.

Ian reached out and stroked Artoria's golden hair.

"Great performance."

"It feels better and better."

"..."

Artoria was extremely shy listening to this encouragement.

It seemed that pleasing her beloved like this had become a part of her life.

This was certainly extremely shameful—she, as a king, had to please a knight.

But—

For Artoria, it was the only way to experience the life she should have had.

Her pleasure may come from this shallow idea.

Ian certainly knew this.

The despicable him would naturally not miss this opportunity.

"Sir Ian."

Artoria leaned against the man's chest with her robe.

"It's really a happy thing to be alone with you like this."

"So although it may sound a little greedy..."

"But—"

Artoria blushed and grabbed Ian's clothes.

"I want more marks."

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

Ian put his hand into the king's robe.

"Good things, how can there be only one time?"

The girl's lips were kissed;

And her body was met with despicable play.

But she still felt happy.

[You further increased Artoria's corruption.]

[When you are alone, your gaze is enough to make her excited.]

[Of course, this will not affect your performance on the battlefield.]

[Instead, you have made more remarkable achievements because of this inner tacit understanding.]

[Your reputation has been further improved.]

[This reputation not only spread on the land of Britain, but also affected France on the other side of the coast.]

[It is said that a very powerful knight is trying to find you.]

[But you don't care about this.]

[After all, your goal is still far away.]

[Heart of Absolute Devotion has been replaced by Combat Continuation: You are very persistent in your purpose, and you will never fall down due to injuries before you achieve it.]

[You and Artoria further expanded your achievements.]

[You feel that perhaps in the near future, you will confront Vortigern head-on.]

[But before that, something disrupted your progress.]

In the military camp.

The morale-high knights were conducting military exercises.

Each of them was full of determination to win.

And under the training of Percival and Palamedes, this determination was fully utilized.

This was Camelot's absolute elite.

It was right in front of them.

Ian and Artoria were walking side by side.

They walked slowly through the middle of these knights, accepting their gaze.

"Sir Ian."

Artoria lowered her voice and spoke in a tone that only Ian could hear.

"Have you heard what the knights have been discussing recently?"

"Do you mean the rumors of the night assassin?"

"Yes." Artoria nodded. "It is said that an assassin will launch an attack on us at night, right?"

"Sir Ian, what do you think?"

Ian smiled slightly.

"Nonsense."

"If there really is an assassin who dares to attack us at night, then he has definitely overestimated himself."

"Instead of believing that this is real, I think it is more likely that this is a rumor released by the enemy, with the purpose of disrupting our morale."

Although she and Ian were shameful lovers at night, Artoria knew that he was not the kind of person whose mind was full of lust.

He, who was traversing the battlefield, had a thinking ability no less than her.

"Disrupt morale?" Artoria nodded thoughtfully.

"Sir Ian, what you said does make some sense."

"Then in that case—"

"Just pretend we didn't hear such rumors?"

Ian shook his head.

"No."

"If we pretend that this didn't happen, it will make the knights think that we are arrogant."

"So the most basic attention is still very necessary."

"That's right."

Artoria held her Excalibur.

"Then—"

"Let's just strengthen our vigilance a little."

After saying this, Artoria suddenly realized something.

"Sir Ian, then in that case—"

"Can I justifiably call you over at night?"

"Eh?"

The girl's mind was always frank and undisguised.

It was the most direct thought.

[Artoria issued an order to strengthen the night guard.]

[At the same time, she justifiably called you into her tent.]

[She ordered that no one could come in—this was your time alone.]

[However, due to the influence of rumors, you didn't do anything too intense.]

[You just reminded her how to be a good wine glass.]

Artoria fell asleep.

And Ian didn't.

He covered everything for her, wiped away all the traces, and then came outside.

The bright moonlight shone on the ground of the military camp, covering everything with a thin layer of white gauze.

The knights had already dozed off.

Ian didn't wake them up—after all, they had been guarding the night like this for almost half a month.

The assassin who was said to attack under the moonlight had not made a move.

Fatigue was understandable.

Was it really just a rumor?

Although he thought so in his heart, Ian knew he absolutely couldn't do that.

After all, if it was true, the unprepared situation would be much more difficult to handle.

A night passed.

Everything remained the same.

The tent curtain was slightly lifted, and the girl walked gently to Ian's side.

She took advantage of his inattention, tiptoed, and covered his eyes.

"Guess who I am?"

"Too difficult, I can't guess."

"Sir Ian, you're being perfunctory."

"Then are you going to punish me?"

"Hmm—!"

Artoria took Ian's hand.

"I'll punish you to accompany me to the river to wash my face!"

Artoria pouted and dragged him with her.

[You and Artoria came to the river.]

[This is the closest river to the military camp, where the knights often come for morning cleaning.]

The girl sat on a rock by the river.

Dressed in formal attire, she had the shyness of a maiden and the dignity of a king.

Of course.

All of this was reduced to shyness in front of Ian, and perhaps a bit of lust.

"It's really a happy thing to come to the river with Sir Ian like this."

"Sir Ian—"

Artoria's eyes seemed to have stars.

She looked up at him beside her.

"Do you think so too?"

"..."

Ian didn't remain silent for too long.

"Yes." He nodded. "It is indeed a happy experience."

"Then in that case—"

Artoria's hand took Ian's hand.

"Sir Ian, if you want to enjoy me in the morning in the future... you can come here with me."

The girl probably knew that this statement was too bold, and directly lowered her head after saying it.

But her expression wasn't shy, but rather a bit of expectation after speaking her mind.

Ian was about to answer when a rooster crowed in the distance.

This was a symbol that dawn had passed and the sun had risen in Britain.

But at this moment.

Ian suddenly felt a gaze from behind.

He didn't know whose gaze it was, but this gaze suddenly made him understand the question he couldn't understand in the military camp just now.

Whether the rumor was true or not.

Depended on the purpose of the rumor spreader.

Not all rumors needed to come true to be effective.

Paralysis was often its purpose.

Once the night attack statement was issued, the knights would naturally not sit idly by.

And this activity would eventually turn into physical fatigue.

When everyone was exhausted, the rumor's ultimate goal was achieved.

Following this logic—

The time when the assassin would truly strike was at sunrise, when fatigue had not yet been relieved and the body was in a very poor state!

And they were currently exposed to this danger.

Too late.

It was too late to realize this.

The distance between the gaze owner and the two was rapidly decreasing at an unimaginable speed.

This was not something a normal person could do, but a miracle under magical protection.

It was a figure in black clothes, whose face was completely covered.

He was holding a sharp blade that exuded a vicious curse.

His hidden eyes could only notice the smiling King Arthur at this moment, completely ignoring who the man in front of her was.

On the other side.

Artoria, whose attention was completely focused on her beloved, also completely failed to notice the assassin attacking her under magical protection.

This was an action that neither the assassin nor the assassinated had noticed.

Only Ian, who was in the middle of the two and hadn't completely lost his attention due to hypocrisy and despicable nature, was the most sober.

But he didn't have time to remind, or even to shout.

The only thing he did was the action that his body made according to instinct—protect her in front of him.

The sharp blade pierced the man's back and went through to the other side.

Blood splattered and landed on Artoria's face.

The man widened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him.

At that moment, the most despicable him stood in front of her, the one called king, like a true knight.