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Chapter 22. A Knight Should Do the Dishonorable Tasks for the Princess

At last, the time had come.

Ian looked at Morgan in front of him, silent and not saying a word.

He attitude prompted Morgan to pinch his cheek, speaking with a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice:

"So, what's this? Ian, are you trying to refuse me?"

"No," Ian smiled lightly, "Princess, I have never refused your orders, have I?"

"Then why are you saying nothing?"

"Because the fact that the princess is only now considering this matter actually surprises me a little."

Morgan turned her face away, replying to Ian in a tone of helplessness:

"Isn't it obvious? No matter what happens, he is still royalty, just like me, with the same blood running through his veins."

"If possible—"

"I don't want to lay a hand on him either."

Ian nodded slightly.

"Yes, Princess, it's true that you have no other option now."

"Then, let me handle this dishonorable task."

"He is not blood-related to me, I will show no mercy."

"Mm." Morgan grasped Ian's hand.

"You must be careful… Now, you're the only one left by my side. Nothing can happen to you."

For the sake of caution, Morgan only kept Ian by her side, a knight of absolute loyalty.

No one had ever doubted this—because both of them maintained a very high degree of propriety in public situations.

Though no one could have guessed that a poised princess and a mighty knight would share a forbidden and illicit relationship in the shadows.

"I'll be careful, Princess. Thank you for your concern."

"Mm." Morgan's mood seemed much better.

She stood up and spun around in front of Ian.

"Ian, do you notice anything different about me today?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded, then answered:

"The sleeves on your outfit have been altered slightly, from a weave I've never seen before. It must have been a new maid who sewed it for you."

"Your waist belt has been shortened by about eight percent, and I think your figure is even slimmer than before."

"The hem of your skirt seems to have had all the extra decorative details removed, but I can't yet understand why you did that."

Hearing Ian's observations, Morgan couldn't hide the surprise on her face.

"Ian, how do you know all of this? Have you been secretly monitoring me every day?"

"Not at all." Ian shook his head. "Because the princess wanted me to answer what makes me different today, so I tried to think as hard as I could."

"But you should leave something for me to reveal on my own," Morgan placed her hands on her hips.

"I'm angry now."

"Today, I must punish you properly."

[Morgan said and did.]

[She ordered you to wrap your arms around her from behind, both of you standing before a mirror.]

[She, in front, asked you to stand a little straighter, but besides that, you were not to do anything she hadn't mentioned.]

["Dragon" may fly high into the sky, but there are also times it is trapped in a narrow space.]

[You can feel that you are enduring some unfair oppression.]

[You also know that just one more step forward, and you are at the "Cave" where the "Dragon" needs to return.]

[But Morgan won't let you think about that, she wants to tightly control your thoughts as well.]

"Is it uncomfortable?" Morgan looked at the mirror, her hand gently brushing over Ian's hands placed on her waist.

"It's really a bit uncomfortable," Ian honestly replied to Morgan's question.

"Princess, it seems you have found quite an effective form of punishment."

"This is just the beginning, Ian."

Morgan took a bottle of wine from beside her, lightly wetting the tips of her fingers with the liquid in the bottle, then used her tongue to lick the wine off her fingers.

Her fingertips, soaked in the scent of wine, gently pinched the "knight's sword" that was slipping through a narrow crack.

The princess tightly gripped the sword that only she could wield, her eyes full of a longing for control.

"Ian, it belongs to me, so if you want to use it for anything, you must have my consent."

"..."

"..."

"Princess, I was wrong. Could you forgive me?"

"Already admitting defeat so quickly?"

"Yes, I've completely lost."

"Alright then, as the loser, stand by the bed like this tonight." Morgan raised her head high, revealing a satisfied smile of victory.

"Good night."

[Of course, Morgan wasn't that cruel; she just liked to play with your body, which made her feel happy.]

[When she saw that you were standing still like a statue, she was satisfied and allowed you to climb into the big bed.]

[However, today she did not allow you to leave traces of your meeting as you usually do.]

[But to make up for it, she allowed you to leave traces in another place.] (t/n: Huh, could that place be what I think it is???)

[The two of you had an enjoyable evening together.]

[Morgan peacefully fell asleep next to you.]

[Early in the morning, you woke up very early.]

[Seeing that Morgan was still sound asleep, you couldn't bring yourself to wake her.]

[You adjusted your clothing and erased all traces of your presence.]

[Finally, you looked at her sleeping face once more, carefully tucked her in, and quietly left the room.]

[It was dawn, and the palace was silent without a sound. You went outside, took a large walk, and returned while the sky was still foggy.]

[The guards greeted you and gave you looks full of respect.]

[You knew that, in their hearts, you were still the knight who brought glory alongside the princess.]

[This only strengthened your resolve to kill the other son standing in Morgan's way to become king.]

[It was for Morgan, and also for yourself.]

[You decided to investigate some useful information on your own before Morgan woke up, so you could discuss it further with her later.]

[However, things didn't seem to go as smoothly as you thought.]

"The king other son, huh! Ah, I know! His name is... huh? What was his name again?"

"The new son! I got it! Is he the princess younger brother…? Or younger sister? No, why can't I remember?"

The fact that one or two knights answered like this could be dismissed as a coincidence.

Ian realized that no matter who he asked in the palace, the answers they gave seemed completely different, but all shared one point in common.

It seemed to vaguely reveal a truth:

The king other son did exist.

But—

Right now, no one could remember his name.

So, how could you eliminate someone whose identity no one knows?

Ian suppressed his thoughts, kept a calm expression, and thanked the knight in front of him.

"Oh… really?"

"Well, if you can't remember, then don't force it. Thanks for your hard work."

"It's nothing!"

After saying goodbye to the knight, Ian cautiously looked around.

Normally, he wouldn't go to Morgan's room early in the morning.

But it seemed—

This principle might have to be temporarily broken.

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