Morgan Recovers Her Husband / She Regains Her True Name / The Alliance Begins

"..." The moment Viviane heard Ian utter her true name, her eyes bloomed like flower buds, filled with both surprise and, more profoundly, disbelief.

"Ian... what did you just say? Could you repeat it?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I said—" The man looked at the witch, whose eyes were hazy as she sat on his vital part, and gently replied, "Princess. I think the name Morgan suits you better. That's your true name, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Viviane could no longer control her emotions. She disregarded her exposed upper body and completely lunged forward, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her head into his chest.

"You idiot!" The crying witch poured out her grievances. "Why did you only remember now?!"

"I'm sorry," the man embraced her, his voice full of apology. "It seems that only after doing this with the Princess... my memories returned to where they belong."

"..." Hearing this, Morgan, whose true name had been called out, stopped. She lifted her head and looked at the man before her, her voice tinged with caution. "Are you serious? You only remembered all this... after we did this?"

"Yes," Ian said, holding Morgan, sitting up, and looking at her in his arms, his eyes filled with deeper affection. "The feeling provided by the Princess seems to be irreplaceable no matter what."

"..." Hearing this, Morgan immediately knew her place in his heart. She reached out, cupped his chin, and said with a hint of allure, "Could it be... that my magic was transmitted to you in this way?"

"Perhaps," the man said, lifting his head slightly, following Morgan's finger. "But in any case—it was always the Princess who ultimately achieved this."

"Wait a moment." Morgan gently touched his lips, stopping his words. "Don't call me 'Princess' anymore."

"Hmm?" Ian was a little surprised. "Why?"

"Because I'm not some 'Princess'—" Morgan took his hand and placed it on her uncovered chest. "I am your wife."

"..." Hearing this, Ian's lips curved slightly. "I see. Then, Miss Morgan—a wife has an obligation to satisfy her husband's desires, right?"

"Of course." Morgan didn't shy away. She shifted slightly at his vital spot, with traces occasionally flowing from beneath her, but she had no desire to leave at all. "I haven't let you go yet, have I?"

No words were needed. The man directly flipped the witch onto the ground. Under the moonlight, she was now completely naked. The decisive kimono, prepared for the apology, had also become merely a carpet-like decoration. The naked Princess now lay upon it, while her most loyal knight held her down like a lion, giving her no chance to avert her gaze.

"Morgan, you're so beautiful."

"How many times have you said that..." Morgan's face was flushed. "Can't you say something different?"

"Then you don't like me saying that?"

"No." Morgan spread her hands to the sides, adopting a completely defenseless posture. "I just like it when you say things like that to me—and what you do next."

With just that one sentence, the knight immediately felt aroused again. He lowered his head and bit into her proud breast like a primitive beast, sucking vigorously. Morgan soon let out endearing moans, and her legs began to kick restlessly, wrinkling the kimono.

"Ian... don't just bite one side." The witch spoke words of love, but then felt the man release her breast. She thought her words had displeased him and was about to apologize, but then felt an even more intense assault the next moment. The man's lower body was as fierce as a lion, repeatedly assaulting the already disoriented Princess's treasure trove. His hands firmly grasped her breasts, simultaneously kneading both sensitive areas.

Morgan now understood how much Ian had suppressed himself when with her—deep in his soul, he was actually an insatiable beast. This time, she would become the opponent consumed by him. The witch cooperated with the man's movements, playing the part of the manipulated prey. But even so, she noticed one thing—though the man was fierce like a beast, he didn't use any methods that made her uncomfortable.

Had his love truly reached the depths of his soul? Morgan reached out to the man above her, cupped his cheeks, and said gently, "Let it all out—I know you've held back for a long time. Don't leave a single bit behind."

"..." The man's breath was nothing but heat. After that moment, the shrine echoed with ferocious, beast-like cries and the witch's climactic moans. The ancient offering box witnessed the repeated surges of passion between the lovers. The Princess, at this moment, had finally completely welcomed back her knight.

After an unknown period, in the shrine late at night. Ian and Morgan held each other tightly. The kimono, originally intended for the witch's decisive moment, now served as a blanket, completely covering Morgan's body, which was marked with the traces of Ian's indulgence and exuded a sensual aura.

Sizzle. A sparkler was lit. Ian gently waved it in front of Morgan, then apologized. "I'm sorry. I think I got a little too excited."

"You fool," Morgan gently punched his chest. "Isn't it normal to get excited when doing something like this? And you should be excited for me—I'm your wife, after all."

She had missed him once. Morgan would never let him go so easily again. "Ian, if you want... we can do this every day. Whatever position you like, I'll try it."

Saying this, Morgan even guided his hand to her lower abdomen—its slightly swollen shape was enough to show how completely the man had indulged himself just now. But faced with this incredibly tempting promise, Ian's expression wasn't as excited as before. On the contrary, with his memories restored, he had become somewhat silent.

Morgan quickly noticed his abnormality. She lifted her head, looking at her lost-and-found knight, and asked softly, "What's wrong? You... don't seem to like this suggestion? Do you want to add any conditions? You can bring them up—as long as they're not too excessive, I'll consider them." In reality, even if the demands were excessive (like bringing Artoria next time), Morgan knew she would definitely agree. He deserved this. It was the compensation he deserved after bearing so much for her. But Morgan also knew that the man would definitely not be so excessive. After all, even during that moment of irrational pleasure, he had always protected her, afraid of causing any harm.

"How could I not like it?" Ian held Morgan's hand tightly, then gently rubbed her cheek. "I was just... thinking of a few things."

"..." Ian's reminder made Morgan recall his initial purpose for seeking her out. However, due to the guilt in her heart, the witch had transformed it into this incredibly sensual date.

"Then—" Morgan straightened herself, subtly shifting a few times on the spot that affected him most. She tidied her hair, adopting an attentive posture. "Why exactly did you come looking for me?"

Seeing Morgan become serious, Ian didn't hesitate. He asked directly, "Morgan, did you... participate in the Holy Grail War just for me?"

"..." Although she wasn't sure why Ian was asking such a question, Morgan nodded without hesitation. "Of course. If it weren't for you—I wouldn't participate in such a boring ritual. I have no interest in competing with others in this kind of thing."

"..."

[You realized that Morgan wasn't saying this just to make an impression on you.]

[For her, you were the only reason to participate.]

[All the previous events could attest to this.]

[However, if this was the case—]

[Some things became even harder to say.]

"Morgan," the man said softly, "Then if—I want this boring ritual to completely end with Sakura's generation, would you support me?"

"..." Although Morgan was still very excited, this didn't mean she had completely lost her rational thought. She quickly sensed another meaning hidden in Ian's words. "Whether it ends or not doesn't really matter. Anyway, for me, I'll probably only participate in this ritual once. But Ian, you're different—" The witch's tone became more serious. "If you lose this time, you'll simply disappear, won't you?"

Sizzle. The sparkler burned to its end. The shrine once again plunged into darkness. A silent stillness enveloped the two, quietly speaking of the harshness of reality—everything Morgan said was true.

"Morgan," the man sighed, "I don't think we'll necessarily win this time."

"What do you mean?" Morgan was a little indignant. "Are you questioning my ability to help you win? Or... do you think Artoria wouldn't be willing to give you the chance to win?"

Yes. Morgan had indeed considered this. If she truly won, Artoria would certainly cede the wish to Ian. This was the reason Morgan actively invited Artoria in that night Ian came to her house. For the witch, she knew that the moment her sister was summoned in this Holy Grail War, she was destined for no good outcome. If it were in the past—Morgan might not have felt sad at all. But now, she would deeply pity this incredibly kind sister. However, the only thing Morgan could do was let her enjoy Ian's company as well.

"..."

[You realized that Morgan had indeed been out of sorts lately.]

[You told her everything, from beginning to end.]

[This was a necessary prerequisite for the Caster subjugation alliance.]

"..." After listening to Ian's account, Morgan's gaze became considerably more serious than before. "The Caster in this Holy Grail War actually has such power?"

"That's right," Ian nodded. "Morgan, to be frank, if the situation is truly as Lancer's Master, Scathach, described, there won't be any chance of victory if we fight alone."

"..." Morgan turned her face away and mumbled, "You didn't have to ally with Scathach—she tried to kill me once, and then she even hurt you."

"Those were all misunderstandings." Ian gently kissed Morgan's forehead. "If we don't unite... we'll probably be defeated one by one."

"..." "Although I don't think we need to ally with her," Morgan said after being kissed, "but since you think so—then let's address those things later." Hearing this, the man smiled. "Princess, you truly are reasonable."

"Don't call me Princess anymore!" Morgan pinched Ian's hand. "I'm your wife... not some princess."

"Hmm... indeed," Ian said, holding Morgan tighter in his arms, his voice full of happiness. "I never thought my dream could come true here."

"..." Morgan felt a pang of guilt—she should have responded to Ian's feelings thousands of years ago. With guilt in her heart, she quickly thought of someone else.

"Speaking of which—" she began, "Ian, how are things between you and Sakura now?"

"...Not very good," Ian admitted. "I feel like she doesn't want to see me anymore."

"If that's the case—" Morgan looked up, and asked softly, "Do you want me to go talk to her?"

"Eh, this..." The man was a little surprised.

"Don't misunderstand," Morgan added. "She's your Master—if Caster really becomes overly powerful later, you'll be tied down without her help."

"But then, Morgan, you'd have to..."

"It's fine," Morgan said, looking at the bright moon above, making up her mind. "The mistakes I made—I should be the one to rectify them."

[Morgan, who had "reclaimed" her true name from you, prepared to confront Sakura Tohsaka directly.]

[She decided to bear all the consequences alone.]

[But the situation turned out differently than she expected.]

The next day. A knock came from the door. Morgan, who couldn't sleep due to her apprehension, naturally couldn't ignore the sound. However—when she opened the door, the person standing outside made Morgan freeze. Because it was none other than Sakura Tohsaka, whom she had intended to seek out.

Sakura said, "Teacher, can we talk?"