The night is very beautiful, but dawn eventually arrives.
Facts proved that powerful people are powerful in whatever they do. This was perfectly embodied by Souya and Morgan, who fought an entire night.
From Souya having complete control at the beginning, to Morgan refusing to let her pride be crushed by this newly "born" knight and rising up to resist, mounting him, to Morgan ultimately succumbing to exhaustion and letting Souya do as he pleased.
It wasn't until dawn broke that Morgan finally fell into a deep sleep in Souya's arms.
As for Souya, he actually still wanted more. After all, having just acquired the skills 'Incarnated Fairy' and 'Lingering Light of the Age of Gods,' plus the blessings from Morgan's blood and the British Isle, Souya felt terrifyingly strong. Fighting Morgan for another three days and nights wouldn't be a problem.
But he decided to let it go for now. Morgan was exhausted because of him. Whether out of the relationship between a knight and his master, or their intimate connection, Souya wanted Morgan to rest well.
Things of the future could wait for the future.
What? You say what if Morgan wakes up and turns hostile?
Child, I can only say you are too naive. This kind of thing only happens zero times or countless times. You'll understand when you grow up and experience it yourself.
Some things can only be understood, not explained, you know?
Looking down at Morgan, who was still sound asleep in his arms, Souya silently dismissed the thought of checking his appearance in the mirror.
So what else can I do right now besides zone out?
Just as Souya was about to empty his mind and let his thoughts wander, a slightly shrill synthesized electronic voice rang in his head.
[Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! Where the hell did this take me? Is this still Britain?]
Hmm? Trash System?
Hearing this voice that was both familiar and strange, Souya froze for a moment.
It seems the last time I heard this guy's voice was three years ago?
Recalling this, Souya couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Over the past three years, his heart and mind were entirely focused on Morgan. He had almost zero awareness of the passage of time or the outside world.
But fortunately, the bitter times had passed, and the sweet had arrived.
Ignoring what Souya was thinking, the System continued speaking on its own.
[Host? Did you go and activate some hacks while I was asleep? How come I wake up and you have a body, more skills, and even managed to hook up with the Witch of Britain?]
"You have the nerve to speak! Do you know how long you've been asleep, you Trash System?!"
Hearing the System's amazed and highly suspicious tone made Souya gnash his teeth in anger.
Other people's Systems either gave away Mystic Eyes of Death Perception upon checking in or allowed random gacha pulls for Princesses to escort them. How come his was just a useless Baidu search engine that couldn't even be considered a proper simulator?
It finally managed to produce a useful 'Simulation' function, but it could only be used three times per path, and one use knocked it out for three years. Why don't you just say you're completely useless?
"I really don't know how you can sleep so soundly at your age."
After internally cursing out the System, Souya suddenly thought of something and asked suspiciously.
"Hey, System. Now that you're awake, does that mean you can see all my actions?"
This was no small issue. Back when he had no body, the System could see whatever it wanted. But now that he was incarnated, he naturally had to pay attention to the privacy a normal person should have.
He definitely didn't want this System peeping in his head while he was getting intimate with Morgan.
Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.
Fortunately, the System's next words dispelled Souya's worries.
[Rest assured, Host. Your human concepts of gender do not apply to me. You currently thinking I am male is merely your subconscious assumption. If you wish, I can speak to you with a female voice. Furthermore, if you truly want to, you can block me at any time.]
[But I believe you definitely wouldn't do that, right? Haha.]
"Don't talk about gender-bending so casually, you bastard."
Souya instinctively retorted. Then, after thinking it over, he felt the System's last point about blocking was quite useful.
In the past, forced by circumstances, he could only chat with it. Now that he had Morgan and a body, what use was this Trash System?
You're fired.
With a single thought, Souya ignored the System's wailing and begging, directly repeating the process of blocking and unblocking it, having the time of his life.
Time gradually passed in Souya's banter with the System until the sun was high in the sky. Morgan finally opened her eyes slowly in Souya's arms.
For some reason, she felt this sleep was particularly comfortable. This was the first time she had felt this way since accepting the title of Princess.
But upon opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Souya's broad, marble-white chest. Moving her gaze upward, she met his handsome, sculpture-like face and those emotionally rich, spectral-blue eyes.
And currently, she was lying in his broad arms, her head resting on Souya's arm.
As memories slowly surfaced in her mind along with the scene before her, two blushes instantly bloomed on Morgan's face.
Despicable fairy! To dare commit such a presumptuous act while I was exhausted!
"Lady Morgan, you're awake."
However, seeing the guy who had tormented her so much last night greeting her like nothing happened somehow dissipated much of the anger in her heart.
What replaced it was mostly a feeling of awkwardness and confusion.
But Morgan was, after all, not a naive girl like Saber. She quickly steadied her mind, took a deep breath, and waved her hand, using Magecraft to sweep Souya off the bed. The curtains beside the bed then fell automatically, blocking Souya's gaze.
"Stay there and wait for me. No peeking, or be prepared to face punishment."
Leaving those words behind, Souya heard the rustling sounds of clothing rubbing against skin from within.
[Tsk, tsk, tsk. Host, your relationship with this witch is truly ambiguous.]
What the hell do you know, you crappy System.
Ignoring the System's teasing voice, Souya rubbed his nose and knelt faithfully to the side, waiting for Morgan to change.
Although he had tried seeing and touching everything he should have last night, Morgan was proud, after all.
Souya didn't think this level of intimacy alone was enough to make Morgan like, let alone love, him.
Regardless of the outcome and the future, he had said he would forever be Morgan's knight. That point would never change.
Soon, the blue curtains were pulled open. Morgan, restored to her usual attire, walked out. At the same time, her gaze landed on Souya, who was kneeling on one knee nearby.
"Stand up, Knight."
"Yes, Lady Morgan."
Standing up obediently, Souya's newly incarnated body, brimming with immense power, was exposed without reservation to the air and Morgan's gaze.
Morgan's eyes swept over Souya from bottom to top. Her gaze held unconcealable satisfaction and admiration, as if she were looking at a rare masterpiece.
In truth, this body of Souya's wasn't shaped according to his own thoughts, but constructed based on Morgan's ideal image.
Whether it was Souya's athletic, statue-like body curves, his perfectly proportioned, powerful muscles, or his long silver-white hair, all of them were Morgan's perfect ideal type.
If there was one symbol that hinted at his former identity as a Water Fairy, it was his spectral-blue eyes—as magnificent as sapphires, yet as clear as lake water.
Undoubtedly, the current Souya was the manifestation of Morgan's thoughts.
But understanding this in her heart was one thing; admitting it out loud was definitely not going to happen.
After all, this guy had used this very body to do such shameful things to her yesterday.
Thinking of this, Morgan's eyes flickered, and she commanded, "Kneel, despicable knight."
"Yes, my Master."
Without hesitation, Souya once again knelt on one knee and bowed his head.
For a knight, the lord's command was a sacred edict. There was no reason to disobey.
He used to scoff at the so-called code of chivalry, but since he had now sworn an oath to Morgan, he would not slack off.
He wanted Morgan to see his loyalty and value, not seem like he had only tricked her into granting him incarnation.
As the sound of high heels clicking against the floor drew closer, Souya felt a slender jade finger lift his chin, forcing him to look up at her.
Morgan leaned forward slightly. From Souya's perspective, the cleavage representing the pride of Britain was in full view—an infinitely alluring sight.
"From today onward, you are my, Morgan's, knight. If you ever dare to disobey my orders, or even betray me, then I will use the most cruel methods to strip away your insignificant life and even your soul. Do you understand?"
Morgan said this very softly, but Souya understood the weight behind it.
"Swearing upon Britain, Lady Morgan, I shall forever remain loyal to you."
Souya gently held the jade hand Morgan extended and performed a kiss on the hand with the utmost devotion.
"From today onward, whether you had a name before or not is completely meaningless."
"You only have one name: Lamorak. Understand?"
"Yes. Knight Lamorak, at your command."
[At this moment, you possess a physical body and the True Name 'Lamorak', meaning: 'The Lion of Britain'.]
[You realize that on this grand stage constructed by the White Dragon and the Red Dragon, you finally possess the qualifications to perform.]