Kapitel 3: 3. You will die when the sun rises
The moonlight fell on Ian's strong skin, showing white streamlines and outlining the most perfect muscle shapes.
Coupled with those straightforward and undisguised words——
It has to be said that even Morgan couldn't help but look at the knight in front of her who dared to take off his armor in front of her.
She straightened her posture and returned to her usual cold state in front of Ian.
Although she was still tipsy, Morgan still maintained her majesty as a princess.
"Foolish knight, do you know what you are talking about?"
"My lady, of course I know." Ian did not avoid the question, "If my lady did not hear me clearly, I can say it again."
"My Lady, if you are willing, I can bring you a night of pleasure."
"But you are just a humble knight."
Morgan looked directly at Ian in front of him.
"How do you know how much pleasure I need?"
"My Lady, what I rely on is not knowing the level of pleasure you need, but—"
Ian paused for a moment, then continued.
"I do everything in my power to provide you with the greatest pleasure that I can."
"If I fail to give you what you want in the future, it will be a symbol of my uselessness, and I will naturally not be worthy of the position of knight."
"But I want to avoid all that."
[Ability affinity is activated. ]
[Morgan began to think about your words - they were obviously transgressive and filthy words, but at this moment she felt recognized a loyal knight. ]
[She hesitates. ]
[She began to feel that she really needed some pleasure to temporarily forget the pain at the banquet, and you, naked in front of her, were a good choice. ]
[But Morgan did not agree to this. ]
[She has even more ways to test loyalty. ]
"Foolish knight, your bluntness is limited to this moment, it is not true bravery."
Morgan said this as he got out of bed.
The princess walked aside barefoot, and the black dress she wore during the banquet left irregular traces behind her.
She reached out and took down the double-sided wine glass from the gilded high platform. The fine wine inside almost sloshed out due to this movement.
Under Ian's gaze, Morgan gently bit her finger and dripped her blood into the purple-red liquid.
Tick tock.
Ripples appeared on the calm wine liquid, striking Ian's heartstrings.
Morgan walked towards him, handed out the wine glass in his hand, and said in cold and ruthless words:
"Stupid knight, since you have spoken the so-called words of loyalty, you must have made up your mind to die."
"Drink this drink and you will die at sunrise."
"Of course, I allow you to make another choice - that is to admit that you do not have courage, but just a temporary obsession."
"Then, you don't have to drink this glass of wine, but from now on, you are no longer a knight of Britain."
"And the next time I see you, if your feet are still on British soil, I will kill you myself."
Everything is still going on.
[Morgan is not bluffing. ]
[As an outstanding descendant of the British royal family, as a princess, she is also a powerful magician. ]
[She can guarantee that the prophecy of death at dawn is true. ]
[She doesn't think you have this courage. The so-called knight is nothing more than mediocre. ]
Looking at the bright wine and Morgan's almost mocking look, Ian just smiled, took the glass from her hand without hesitation, and drank it all.
He turned the wine glass in his hand over, and no more liquid fell from it.
"Aren't you scared?!" Morgan looked at the empty wine glass with a distorted expression.
Her prediction cannot be said to have completely failed, it can only be said that it has no connection with the present.
"I'm not kidding. If you drink this glass of wine, you will die at sunrise!"
Ian burst out laughing at this.
"Hahahahaha, my lady, of course I know you won't be in the mood to joke with me."
"So this is also my most sincere answer - I am afraid of death, but I am even more afraid of not being able to die in the name of a knight beside the queen."
"My life is only a moment. If I can exchange for one night's pleasure with the princess, that is a worthy death!"
Under Morgan's stunned eyes, she felt herself fall onto the bed.
No matter how delicate a dress is, it is extremely fragile at the moment it needs to break.
Reality and virtuality are intertwined, forming a bizarre scene.
[Morgan did not reject your words. ]
[As a princess, she had an instinctive reaction in her heart. ]
[She seems to really need something to let herself vent and forget all the pain you don't know. ]
[But she realized that this seemed a bit uninhibited and tried to restrain herself, but found that she was enjoying it and couldn't help herself. ]
"My Lady, you don't seem to be resisting as much as you imagined..."
"Do not talk."
Morgan touched Ian's hand on his waist, but there was an irresistible majesty in his eyes.
"Stupid knight, you have no right to speak in front of me."
"I understand, my lady."
[Both of you began the carnage]
[Morgan found enough fun in you]
[She is worried that you will die before providing her with enough pleasure, so she is going to secretly cast magic from her on you. ]
[But soon, she discovered that there was no need to do this. You are much tougher than she thought. ]
[The talent is activated energetically. ]
[In front of Morgan, your energy is endless. ]
[Being controlled by Morgan like this will not cause you to feel tired. ]
[The way Morgan looks at you changes. ]
"Don't you know tiredness?"
Morgan looked at Ian, who was not tired, and felt that something was wrong with him - you must know that she was a little tired.
"My Lady, a knight will never get tired in front of those he is loyal with." Ian replied respectfully, "I will only rest when you don't need me."
Morgan didn't respond to Ian's words.
She looked out the window.
It was already dawn. The sun will soon return to Britain, and that's when Ian will die.
"Don't you regret it?"
Morgan asked again.
"Your life is about to disappear, and all just to make me feel happy for a moment?"
"I will never regret it," Ian said firmly.
"..."
Silence, stillness.
"Kneel down." Morgan suddenly said.
Although he didn't know what Morgan wanted to do, Ian still followed the etiquette of a knight and half-knelt in front of her.
"May I have your name?"
"Ian."
"Ian." Morgan said coldly.
"I never care about anyone, including my knight, so I will abandon you at any moment when I think it is necessary."
"Even so, do you still want to be my knight?"
"That's true day in and day out," Ian replied without hesitation.
"Well...then it seems I need to let you live until the moment you are abandoned by me."
Morgan said this and stretched out his hand towards Ian.
The sun shines again over Britain.
The naked princess gained her most loyal knight with a simple kiss on the hand.
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