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Chapter 70: Enjoying the King Humiliation on the Throne

[Artoria begins to fulfill her promise.]

[She, who has been crowned as king, prepares to bring the throne's responsibilities to all members of the Knights Order, including you.]

[You, Gawain, Kay, Gaheris, Agravain, Gareth.]

[These are the first six knights, but it will not stop at just six.]

[You know that each person has their own thoughts when they look at Artoria.]

[But you do not care—because you are clear about your own objective.]

[The knighting ceremony by the new king begins.]

[The six initial knights step forward before Artoria, one by one.]

[Seated on the throne, she bestows the honors a king must give, her tone stern yet encouraging.]

[The talent "The Final Honor" has been acquired: now the honor is within your grasp, and you must consider whether this is the final opportunity of your life.]

[Your reputation has reached an unprecedented peak.]

[But you are not distracted by these things because you know you must complete a task during this meeting.]

[Now, it is your turn.]

[You step forward.]

Ian took a deep breath.

He smelled a faint sweetness of wine in the air, mixed with a cool breeze, carrying the shy essence unique to a maiden.

Artoria was seated on the throne.

Despite her petite frame, it elicited no pity from anyone.

Her eyes gazed coldly and indifferently upon her subjects.

At this moment, in the eyes of all, she was the perfect combination of majesty and grace, fully deserving the title of king.

However—

When Ian stepped before her, everything changed.

Even at a moment demanding such dignity, the man who carried the remnants of her deepest feelings caused Artoria's gaze to betray the truest emotions of a young maiden.

Ian, of course, understood this.

So he deliberately slowed his steps, ensuring Artoria's entire focus was drawn to him.

And he succeeded.

The shameless knight exploited the final trace of affection the maiden held for him, leaving her gaze fixed entirely on his figure.

But this was merely a small test for Ian.

For now, his desire was not merely to capture Artoria's gaze.

"King of Knights, I hope to receive your blessing," Ian reminded her.

With just a single, simple statement, Artoria was brought back to reality, recalling the duties she must fulfill as the newly crowned king.

She regained her composure and began bestowing Ian's title of knighthood.

And at the final step—placing the medal, the moment when the two were closest—she heard these words:

"Artoria, let's meet here again tonight."

At first, the girl was stunned, but her face quickly turned a deep shade of red.

She believed this was a secret known only to the two of them.

[The knighting ceremony of the new king concluded.]

[You have temporarily become the leader of the new Knights Order.]

[No one questions this—because your abilities far surpass those of an ordinary knight, and you are also the mentor to many exceptional knights.]

[You return to Morgan side.]

"This doesn't suit you at all."

Morgan grabbed the knight's medal Artoria had bestowed upon Ian and, in a fit of anger, prepared to throw it away.

Ian made no attempt to stop her.

After Morgan hurled the medal outside in her fury, Ian calmly bent down to pick it up.

He chuckled softly, looked at Morgan, and asked:

"Princess, would you like to throw it again?"

"…"

Seeing Ian's demeanor, Morgan realized she might have overreacted.

She turned her face away.

"Ian, are you trying to say that my actions were too stubborn?"

"Princess, stubbornness is for those who don't truly know you."

Ian looked at Morgan with genuine eyes.

"But clearly, I don't fall into that category."

"So, your actions towards me aren't what one would call stubbornness."

"Knight… don't be so presumptuous."

Though Morgan spoke those words, her hand gripped Ian's just a little tighter.

"Ian, when you were up there, it seemed that woman couldn't stop looking at you."

"Princess, isn't that only natural?" Ian replied calmly.

"Artoria was awarding medals to the knights. She had to pay attention to each one who stepped forward."

"No." Morgan shook her head.

"The way she looked at you was completely different from the way she looked at the others!"

"I can sense it—she definitely has some ulterior motive for bringing you into the knights!"

"It's fine, Princess."

Ian looked Morgan straight in the eyes, his gaze more determined than ever.

"I'll make use of that attention. Someday, she'll regret ever looking at me like that."

"…"

Morgan was silent for a long moment before speaking again.

"Ian, you don't have to go this far."

"You know full well that I don't love you at all, don't you?"

"Princess, but you also know that no matter what, I will always love you, don't you?"

Hearing those words, Morgan seemed as if she wanted to say something more, but in the end, she stayed quiet.

"…What a foolish knight, beyond saving."

[You and Morgan returned to her chambers.]

[She was utterly exhausted.]

[After a brief conversation, she quickly fell asleep.]

[You understood that today had been a taxing day for her.]

[This only strengthened your resolve.]

[The shameless knight knew it was time to set his plan in motion.]

[Meet the maiden, make her blush.]

[You knew this was your final choice.]

Ian tucked the blanket around the sleeping Morgan and stood up.

He left their room and stepped out of the palace, heading into the streets.

The people of Camelot were in high spirits, still celebrating the knighting ceremony.

As the leader of the knights, Ian naturally received special treatment.

However, he remained unmoved by the wave of praise directed at him.

After all, those praises came from Artoria.

One day, he thought, he wished to hear them come from someone else's lips.

Under the Sunset

Ian gave instructions to Gawain, who was also being celebrated for his knighthood.

"Gawain, if your mother comes looking for me, tell her I have something to attend to and will return soon."

"Yes, Father, I understand," Gawain replied.

Watching Ian's figure disappear into the distance, Gawain felt a twinge of unease in his heart.

He couldn't shake the feeling that his father had embarked on a path of no return.

But—

On a day like today, it was better to think positively.

[You leave the bustling streets of Camelot.]

[You return to the royal palace.]

[Just as in the times you've secretly met Morgan, you avoid the gazes of everyone within the palace.]

[You arrive before the grand door Morgan had brought you to twice before—the very place where you received your knighthood.]

[You know what lies beyond this door, and you also know that once you push it open, there will be no turning back.]

Ian suddenly felt the urge to laugh.

He wasn't laughing at anyone else but himself.

Artoria's youthful, unblemished form was as pure and precious as a rare gem.

Yet his own hands were trembling.

The path of retreat?

Hadn't that path been gone long ago?

What was he worrying about? What was he afraid of?

All he had to do was push the door open, right?

Ian extended his hand, only to realize the distance between his hand and the door felt insurmountable, as though he might never reach it in this lifetime.

It was as if everything was tied to a wheel spinning inexorably forward.

The thick, heavy door slowly creaked open, revealing half of a face from within.

"Sir Ian, it really is you!"

The girl's smile was as sweet as sunlight warming the land of Britannia.

Even if the night had fallen, her radiance made it feel like midday.

[Artoria invited you inside.]

[You looked around at everything before you and suddenly felt an unfamiliar sensation you hadn't experienced in a long time.]

[However, the girl didn't notice the change in your mood.]

[She only wondered if you might be unwell.]

"Sir Ian?"

Artoria, wearing a white dress, stood on her tiptoes, waving a hand in front of Ian's face.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Not at all," Ian recovered, masking the truth with a soft lie.

"I was just thinking how different it feels to be here at night compared to during the day."

"That's true…"

Artoria clasped her hands behind her back, appearing slightly shy.

"Usually, no one is allowed here at night."

"But—"

Artoria tilted her head upward, looking directly at the man before her.

"Because Sir Ian wants to meet here, I'll be a bit flexible!"

"I am the King of Camelot, and I have the right to make decisions like this!"

The girl said this very naturally.

But Ian knew that Artoria had certainly thought about it a lot, digging up countless reasons in her mind, only to come up with such a reason to convince herself.

"Umm, Sir Ian…"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"How did I perform today?"

Artoria gently traced a circle on the floor of the throne room with the tip of her toe.

"Did I disappoint you?"

"..."

Ian smiled faintly, gently patting Artoria's head.

"You performed very well, perfectly without a flaw, I couldn't find any mistakes."

"Really?!"

Artoria, praised, looked very pleased.

"Indeed, as long as Sir Ian is helping me, I won't be worried at all!"

As soon as she said this, the girl realized that maybe she shouldn't have said it so boldly.

She grabbed Ian's hands.

"Anyway, I truly thank you so much, Sir Ian."

After saying this, Ian felt a slight weight in his chest.

She once again buried her head into his chest.

[You realize this is the moment when Artoria is most moved.]

[This is also the best time to act badly.]

[You recall the image of Morgan's suffering and quickly make a decision.]

[You know it's time to become the bad guy.]

Ian took a deep breath, then leaned down and kissed Artoria in his arms.

At first, the girl resisted a little, but quickly succumbed to him, completely obedient.

A long time passed.

When he was sure she had completely fallen into it, he slowly pulled away from her lips.

"Sir Ian…"

Artoria, who had been kissed by Ian for the first time, had a slightly flushed face.

She seemed like she wanted to say a lot of things.

"Shh—"

Ian gestured for silence in front of her mouth.

"Now is not the time to be noisy."

"Mm…" Artoria covered her mouth and nodded.

Seeing the girl hesitate, Ian hugged her waist again and continued.

"The wine, isn't it here?"

Upon hearing this question, Artoria's face turned even redder.

She didn't directly answer the question but expressed everything with her actions.

She grasped the corner of her skirt, shyly displaying the answer.

Under the moonlight.

Ian saw the bottle of wine the girl was holding.

It was incredibly pure, but at the same time, it emitted an alluring fragrance.

The bottle cap was slightly raised, perhaps only needing a little force to open.

Even though it was impossible to see inside the bottle, it was certain that it was a fine wine.

Ian knew this was the perfect moment.

He leaned close to Artoria's ear, whispering to her:

"The wine seems to smell even better now."

"Artoria, may I have a taste?"

The girl's eyes slightly widened, but quickly turned into an expression of embarrassed acceptance.

"If it's Sir Ian——"

"Then there's no problem."

Ian felt his heart stir once again.

But he knew this was not the time to be swayed.

He had to step over this lowly step.

Ian lifted the girl and placed her on the throne.

Everything seemed unchanged.

But Ian knew, what he thought inside had completely changed.

Artoria lay on the throne, presenting the bottle of wine she had held all day to the man before her.

"Sir Ian, please enjoy."

"If it's not enough… I can distill more later."

Pfft—

The bottle cap popped open.

The "lips" of the young girl, soft and perfect, received the one she loved most.

It was a forbidden thing that only he could know.

Her white hands, leaning against the throne, restlessly stroked, as if wanting to peel away the glittering gold on the surface.

She was a cold and ruthless king, but at the same time, she was a bottle of wine that only he could partake in.

The scent of grapes and the soft moans of the young girl echoed in the mysterious night air.

The throne once again received the sacrilege of the knight.

Some fell into the abyss because of this.

And some crossed the red boundary, symbolizing a pure heart with no distractions.

[You have tasted a rare wine.]

[Talent "Magic Enhancement" has been replaced by "Dragon's Lair Brewing Wine": Your body has been enhanced by a mysterious Magecraft, and you have gained a sudden deeper understanding of Magecraft.]

[You realize that the body of Artoria before you holds a great secret.]

[However, more importantly, making Artoria on the throne endure this humiliation is the greatest achievement.]

[You will ruthlessly exploit this emotion, turning her into a king who obeys your command.]

[And the king's war will silently begin after tonight.]