Chapter 3: At Sunrise, You Shall Die
Moonlight fell upon Ian's strong skin, creating white streaks that outlined the most perfect muscle shape.
Coupled with his direct and undisguised words—
It must be said that even Morgan could not help but glance a few more times at this knight who dared to remove his armor in front of her.
She straightened her posture, regaining her usual cold demeanor in front of Ian.
Although still slightly tipsy, Morgan did not lose her dignity as a Princess.
"Foolish knight, do you know what you are saying?"
"Princess, of course I do." Ian did not evade the question. "If the Princess did not hear me clearly, I can say it again."
"Princess, if you wish, I can bring you a night of pleasure."
"But you are merely a lowly knight."
Morgan looked directly at Ian before her.
"How would you know what kind of pleasure I need?"
"Princess, what I rely on is not knowing what kind of pleasure you need, but rather—"
Ian paused for a moment, then continued.
"The greatest pleasure I can provide, to the best of my ability."
"If I fail to satisfy your wishes afterward, it will be a symbol of my uselessness, and I will naturally be unworthy of the title of knight."
"However, I wish to avoid all of that."
"Ability Affinity activated."
"Morgan began to ponder your words—these were clearly presumptuous and impure words, yet at this moment, she felt them to be a loyal expression from a knight."
"She hesitated."
"She began to feel that she truly needed some pleasure to temporarily forget the pain of the banquet, and you, naked before her, were a good choice."
"But Morgan did not agree to you just yet."
"She still had a greater test of loyalty."
"Foolish knight, your straightforwardness is limited to this moment; it is not true bravery."
Morgan said this as she got out of bed.
The Princess walked barefoot to the side, the black gown she wore at the banquet trailing irregular marks behind her.
She reached out and took the double-sided goblet from the gilded high stand; the fine wine inside almost spilled out from the movement.
Under Ian's gaze, Morgan gently bit her finger and dripped her blood into the purplish-red liquid.
Drip.
Ripples spread across the calm wine, stirring Ian's heartstrings.
Morgan walked towards him, offering the goblet in her hand, and spoke with ruthless words:
"Foolish knight, since you have uttered words of so-called loyalty, you must have already made up your mind to die."
"Drink this wine, and you shall die at sunrise."
"Of course, I allow you another choice—that is to admit that you do not possess courage, but were merely momentarily infatuated."
"Then, you may not drink this wine, but from now on, you will no longer be a knight of Britain."
"And the next time I see you, if your feet are still on the land of Britain, I will personally kill you."
Everything continued.
"Morgan was not bluffing."
"As an excellent bloodline of the Britain royal family, she, as a Princess, was also a powerful Magician."
"She could guarantee that the prophecy of dying at dawn was genuine."
"She did not believe you possessed this courage; so-called knights were nothing more than that."
Looking at the vibrant wine and Morgan's almost mocking expression, Ian merely smiled, then unhesitatingly took the goblet from her hand and drank it all.
He inverted the goblet in his hand; not a single drop of liquid fell from it.
"Are you not afraid?!" Morgan looked at the empty goblet, her expression somewhat twisted.
Her prediction could not be said to have completely failed; it just had no connection to the present situation.
"I am not joking with you; if you drink this wine, you will die at sunrise!"
Hearing this, Ian burst out laughing.
"Hahahahaha, Princess, of course I know you wouldn't be in the mood to joke with me."
"So this is also my most sincere answer—I fear death, but I fear even more not being able to die by the Princess's side in the name of a knight."
"My life is but a fleeting moment. If it can bring the Princess a night of pleasure, then it is a death well-spent!"
In Morgan's astonished gaze, she felt herself falling onto the bed.
Even the most exquisite gown was fragile when it needed to break.
Reality and illusion intertwined, forming a bizarre spectacle.
"Morgan did not reject your words."
"As a Princess, an instinctive reaction spread within her."
"She seemed to truly need something to vent herself and forget the various pains you were unaware of."
"But she realized this seemed a bit unrestrained and tried to restrain herself, but found herself enjoying it, her mind unable to pull away."
"Princess, you don't seem as resistant as I imagined…"
"Don't speak."
Morgan touched Ian's hand resting on her waist, her eyes filled with an undeniable authority.
"Foolish knight, you have no right to speak in front of me."
"Understood, Princess."
"Morgan found enough pleasure in you."
"She worried that you would die before providing her with enough pleasure, so she prepared to secretly cast her magic on you."
"But soon, she found that it was not necessary at all; you were much more resilient than she had imagined."
Talent: Energetic activated.
In front of Morgan, your energy is infinite.
Being controlled by Morgan like this will not cause you to feel tired.
Morgan's gaze towards you changed.
"Don't you know fatigue?"
Morgan looked at Ian, who showed no signs of weariness, and felt that he was not simple—she herself was somewhat tired, after all.
"Princess, a Knight never feels tired in front of the one he serves," Ian replied respectfully. "Only when you no longer need me will I rest."
Morgan did not respond to Ian's words.
She looked out the window.
It was dawn. The sun would soon return to Britain, and that would also be Ian's death.
"No regrets?"
Morgan asked once more.
"Your life is about to dissipate, and all just to grant me a moment of pleasure?"
"I will never regret it," Ian said firmly.
...
Silence, stillness.
"Kneel before me," Morgan suddenly spoke.
Although Ian did not know what Morgan wanted, he still followed the Knight's etiquette and knelt before her.
"What is your name?"
"Ian."
"Ian," Morgan said coldly.
"I never care about anyone, including my Knights, so I will abandon you at any moment I deem necessary."
"Even so, do you still wish to be my Knight?"
"Day and night, always," Ian replied without hesitation.
"Is that so... Then it seems I need to let you live until the moment I abandon you."
Saying this, Morgan extended her hand towards Ian.
The sun shone brightly over Britain.
The naked Princess, with a simple hand-kissing ceremony, gained her most loyal Knight.