Capítulo 23: Chapter 23: A wise king never lets down his guard
Chapter 23: A wise king never lets down his guard
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Although it was morning, it wasn't difficult to find Morgan.
As her most loyal knight, Ian knew her habits.
At this time, she would be appreciating the flowers in the quiet courtyard.
That was the truth.
Walking out of the corridor, Ian saw Morgan standing by the courtyard, quietly looking at the blooming flowers, with several maids following her.
However, Morgan didn't seem to care about the maids beside her.
Compared to them, she seemed more willing to spend her time on the flowers in front of her.
"Princess."
Ian addressed Morgan respectfully as usual.
This was not something difficult for him to accept—after all, even when he pressed her under him and moved in and out, she was still his princess.
Hearing someone calling her, Morgan looked back.
The moment she saw it was Ian, imperceptible ripples appeared in her clear blue eyes.
"You all go back first," she said to the maids beside her. "I have something to discuss with the Knight."
"Understood."
The maids wisely left, leaving Morgan and Ian alone in the courtyard.
To outsiders, this was just a simple meeting between the princess and the knight.
However, before Ian could say anything, Morgan started to complain with some dissatisfaction:
"Why did you leave without saying anything this morning?"
"Because you slept soundly, Princess."
"But do you know how it feels when I wake up and find no one around me?"
Morgan's brows were filled with resentment.
"I don't like that very much."
"But Princess, if I don't leave early..." Ian looked around cautiously, "it might cause more trouble."
"It'll be just for a moment, it'll be okay." Morgan plucked a flower and sniffed it. "Besides, I just want to hear you say good morning."
"I understand, Princess. It's my fault," Ian answered neatly.
"I'm glad to know." Morgan felt a little better. "So, Ian, is there anything you want to tell me?"
"You don't usually come at this time."
Ian told Morgan about his discovery of another offspring.
He bluntly stated that this was not right.
[How come no one in the royal court knows the name of that heir?]
[Morgan had no doubt about your words, and she also tried to recall the heir who was favored by King Uther.]
Morgan covered her forehead with one hand and recalled everything that had happened in the past with great concentration.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and muttered a few words.
"Who is it..."
[The situation seems to be worse than expected.]
[Morgan remembered everything she heard at the banquet that day and also knew the gap she felt that day.]
[But everything about this heir is like gold covered by quicksand—we know where he is, but it's hard to find his whereabouts.]
[She remembered that there was such a person, but could not recall any relevant information.]
[Under such influence, even the existence of this person has become a question worth pondering.]
[She also realized that something was wrong.]
"Ian, is this true for everyone else?"
Morgan asked as she let go of her hand.
Ian saw tiny beads of sweat covering her long, smooth silver hair, and the memories of the past obviously made her feel uncomfortable.
"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded in response, "They are even more serious than you. Some people have even forgotten the incident itself."
"…"
Morgan's eyes fell on the flowers again, but her mindset was completely different.
The flower that had just been picked was thrown directly to the ground by her.
"Ian."
"I think we may be under the influence of magic."
"The influence of magic?"
"Yes." Morgan's expression turned serious. "This should be a kind of suggestion magic."
"this..."
Ian didn't question what Morgan said.
On the one hand, it was out of loyalty;
On the other hand, it came from strength;
Morgan is an excellent magician, as she has proven many times.
"Is there no way to undo it?"
"It's been so long that its effects have become ingrained."
"And... the person who cast this magic is not less powerful than me."
Listening to Morgan's answer, Ian suddenly realized something.
"Then Princess, why would such a powerful magician do such a thing?"
"…"
Morgan was silent.
When Ian saw her like this, he confirmed the answer in an instant.
"My Lady, is this related to the King?"
"…"
Morgan bit her lip, obviously feeling hurt.
Ian could completely understand how she felt at the moment.
Normally, King Uther would not need to use this kind of magic.
Because for Britain, the king's offspring are worthy of celebration by the whole country—especially the descendants of a wise King Uther, who are even more worthy of care.
In Ian's memory, the banquet that night was so grand that he could hardly forget it.
But now, this offspring has become something hidden in everyone's memories, with an extremely thick cover-up.
There is only one reason that can explain all this.
Perhaps—
King Uther had already thought of his daughter Morgan's future actions.
He chose a method that would prevent Morgan from contacting this offspring—that is, to let him be buried in everyone's memory.
The wise king never let down his guard against Morgan.
The moment he realized this, Ian even felt that King Uther was watching the two of them somewhere above the royal court.
But compared to this kind of thing, he was more worried about Morgan beside him.
If she knew King Uther's attitude had always been like this, she...
Morgan seemed surprisingly calm.
She just asked a question:
"Ian, do I really look that terrible?"
"My Lady, at least for me, that's not the case."
"Yeah?"
Morgan sneered and said nothing more.
She turned and walked towards the other side of the courtyard.
Before leaving, she turned around and spoke to Ian as if giving an order:
"Ian, come early tonight."
"I want to fall asleep quickly."
[Morgan was still somewhat hurt.]
[She becomes more and more demanding of you, and even feeds you a potion that makes your body horny.]
[But what you see in her eyes is not desire, but endless loneliness.]
[You know she is very sad, so you try very hard to make her fall asleep early in your own way.]
[Every night, there will be traces of you in Morgan's room.]
[The plan has been put on hold for the time being.]
[But you are still working hard to defend your hard-earned identity.]
[This month, you have killed three knights who came back from the front to report information.]
[While you were dealing with the body, a young man pushing a cart appeared not far away.]
[He was a blond boy, but his appearance was so delicate that you felt that gender was a very vague concept.]
[He sent you a greeting.]
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