Simulator in Type-moon, Starting with becoming Morgan husband!

Chapter 53. "Marital Joy" Never Changes, Even they have kid

[The defeated knights fleeing from the front lines gradually returned to Camelot.]

[Just as Morgan said, under the influence of Magecraft, they unquestioningly recognized your identity.]

[Like the citizens of the royal capital, they called you King Lot, though they seemed to prefer calling you Ian.]

[From the stories of these defeated knights, you pieced together an unexpected truth.]

[After defeating King Uther, Vortigern did not continue his pursuit but instead halted—this was the fundamental reason the knights managed to escape and return.]

[It seemed he was searching for something more important on the lands of Britannia.]

[You understood this was likely closely tied to the decline of the Age of Gods that he had mentioned before.]

[But more than that, you focused on the advantages this information could bring to you and Morgan.]

[Because, given the current situation, another battle with Vortigern was far from desirable.]

[Morgan shared no differing opinion from yours.]

[Time quietly passed in the mutual unease, as if walking on thin ice.]

"Princess,"

Ian stood atop the city walls, gazing at the distant fields of gold stretching to the horizon.

"Harvest season is here again."

"Mm."

Morgan nodded lightly, looking toward Ian, her lips moved faintly.

"Ian, do you still find me as alluring as before?"

"Of course."

"Do you still love me now?"

"Of course."

"Pity, I still don't love you."

"That doesn't matter, Princess. Love has never been something that must be reciprocated."

"Then kiss me, Knight. I want to hear if your heartbeat matches your words."

"It will, without a doubt."

The knight kissed the princess upon the city wall, beneath their feet lay the lands of Britannia, slowly crumbling.

No one knew how long the web of lies they wove together would last.

But cherishing the beautiful moments before them was something they both agreed upon.

[Morgan's words gradually became reality.]

[Your child, Gawain, was born in Camelot.]

[As Morgan had said, Gawain was born with the blessings of her Magecraft.]

[You could clearly feel that his talent and rate of growth far surpassed that of an ordinary person.]

[These extraordinary traits were carefully concealed by Morgan using special Magecraft.]

[However, under your and Morgan's careful supervision, Gawain's birth did not become a sensational event in Camelot—for now was not the time for grand celebrations.]

[But this did not mean you lacked affection for Gawain.]

[Both of you provided the best environment for him to grow.]

[Morgan taught him the etiquette and knowledge expected of a royal, while you trained him in swordsmanship and the bravery required of a knight.]

[Within the royal palace, there was a specially arranged area.]

[You and young Gawain often practiced there.]

"Gawain, why did you stop?"

Morgan looked at little Gawain, who had sat down beside her, and asked.

"I don't want to practice anymore."

Little Gawain turned his face away, looking slightly sulky.

Morgan, always attentive to Gawain, leaned closer.

"What's the matter?"

"Gawain, tell Mother."

"If it's your father's fault, I'll make sure he corrects it."

"Father…" Little Gawain turned back, his face flushed red.

"Father keeps staring at you! He's not taking training with me seriously at all. I hate feeling like I'm being brushed aside!"

"..."

The corner of Morgan's lips curled slightly, as if she wanted to laugh.

But in the end, she held back.

"Umu… that's indeed a bit excessive."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to your father right away."

"Yes, yes!" Little Gawain nodded repeatedly.

Morgan walked up to Ian, taking his hand—a gesture of intimacy she only allowed herself in front of their child.

"Ian, how could you treat Gawain like this?"

"He's our son. You should be teaching him with dedication, shaping him into an outstanding knight under our banner."

"But instead, you're just focusing on me."

"Sorry, I won't do it again."

"I didn't ask you to change that."

Morgan's fingers gently caressed Ian's hand. Her slender index and middle fingers delicately parted on his middle finger, mimicking the shape of legs separating.

"I only want you to be more mindful of the circumstances—"

"A better setting, providing a better experience."

"For example, when we're in the room, look at whatever you want."

"Ah, I see. Understood."

"Gawain, come here. Your father won't be distracted anymore."

"Coming!"

[Little Gawain never shared a room with the two of you.]

[As your child, he had his own luxurious, spacious room.]

[Of course, looking back, it was all part of your arrangement.]

[Because the joy between you and Morgan would never stop, even with Gawain's arrival.]

[That did not mean, however, that you neglected Camelot governance in pursuit of indulgence.]

[You restructured the injured knights, revised the laws, and implemented more progressive policies.]

[When the land's yields began to decline, you initiated large-scale planting of enhanced magecraft seeds in an effort to combat the catastrophe.]

[Many disputes in the city were resolved personally by you, with your figure listening to the people's concerns often seen on the streets.]

[The citizens were not fools; they could recognize the efforts you and Morgan had made.]

[The fear left behind by King Uther's defeat was gradually erased.]

[Although you never proclaimed yourselves as rulers, in their hearts, you and Morgan, as members of the Royal Family, had long become the uncrowned monarchs of Camelot.]

[During this time, Gawain grew into an exceptional knight.]

[He inherited your horse and sword.]

"Father, Mother, I'm off to patrol."

"Go ahead." Ian waved his hand and said, "But remember, you are now an outstanding knight; you must always exercise restraint in your temper."

"Yes, I understand."

Gawain responded respectfully, "I will not bring shame to Father and Mother."

Watching Gawain's figure grow distant, Ian felt a wave of emotion rise in his heart.

At that moment, Morgan, standing beside him, took his hand.

"Ian, come with me to a place today."

"Of course, no problem." Ian smiled lightly. "But, Princess, could you tell me where we're going beforehand?"

"So I can prepare a little something for you."

"There's no need to prepare anything."

Morgan looked at the man beside her, her gaze tender.

"It's right here in the royal palace, and we've been there once before."

"Princess, could it be…"

"Ian, you guessed correctly."

Morgan revealed an elegant smile, concealing her unrelenting ambition.

"I want to visit the throne with you once again."