The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

After receiving the order, Ian first stopped his horse, then got down from it, walked to Morgan, and began to serve her.

"Please be careful, my lady."

"Well, I know."

With Ian's help, Morgan gracefully dismounted from the horse.

The two excellent war horses from Britain were docile and smart. They had already begun to eat the grass on the ground without being driven by Ian.

"Ian."

"Here I am."

"How do you like this place?"

"Um……"

Because of Morgan's words, Ian began to examine the forest.

I saw that this was a lush green forest, with many tall trees growing here, and evergreen branches and vines falling from the tree crowns, like a girl's hanging hair.

The sun shines through the crown-like green leaves, casting patches of light and shadow on the forest road.

Flowers bloomed on both sides, dotting the green grass.

Not far away is an elegant lake.

It is rugged and clear, and there is no impurity in the clear lake water. If you are not careful, you may mistake it for jasper.

"It's beautiful," Ian replied truthfully, "I've never seen anything like it."

"What if you compare it with me?" Morgan suddenly asked.

"It's beautiful."

"why!"

"Because no matter how this forest changes, it is still within the range that words can describe." Ian said as he looked at Morgan.

"And you, the princess, cannot be described in any volume of poetry."

"Ah."

Morgan sneered.

"You really have enough compliments. Did the experience of lurking under Vortigern teach you this?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"My Lady, if it is a compliment, I will say it more nicely."

"But in my heart, you really cannot be described with external objects."

Hearing this, Morgan turned away.

"Forget it...I won't argue with you about this kind of thing."

[Morgan will no longer discuss with you which one is more beautiful, yourself or the lake. 】

[She walked in front uncharacteristically, as if she was taking you somewhere. 】

[You follow. 】

[Finally, you stopped by the lake. 】

[Morgan has made an unexpected request to you - she wants you to bathe her feet here. 】

[You did not reject her, but followed her request very seriously. 】

[The moment you touched her feet, you felt something strange. 】

[You realize that she actually cast magic on herself too. 】

"It's completely different from what you imagined, right?"

Looking at Ian who took off his armor and bathed his feet in the lake, Morgan raised his chin and asked.

"Yeah." Ian nodded very sincerely.

"My Lady, it is indeed completely different from what I imagined."

"It makes my heart flutter."

Although I have been touched by Morgan's feet frequently, this is the first time I have done it in person like this.

It was a white and soft foot, with no wrinkles or scars visible on it.

The skeleton of the toes supported the beautiful skin, and there was no trace of dirt between the toes. The inner instep was slightly gathered together due to Ian's control, but it still remained as straight as it should be.

The ankle position presents a complete arc shape.

Ian felt that it would not be an exaggeration to call such feet a work of art.

"Really?" The corner of Morgan's mouth raised an imperceptible arc.

"Then you know that it was born from the lake beneath your feet?"

Ian reacted quickly.

"My Lady, is this the place where you were born?"

Morgan didn't answer the question, but the slightly nostalgic look on her face explained everything.

"Answer me, Ian."

"Now that you know about this kind of thing, are you still moved by it?"

"Of course," Ian replied without hesitation, "day and night."

"You're lying to me." Morgan looked directly at Ian, "No one needs a princess who was born in a lake."

"But I will never lie to you, my lady."

Ian squeezed Morgan's feet and gently stroked the jade-like skin.

It was as delicate and smooth as touching breasts, without any sluggishness at all.

Obviously, Morgan's magic has maintained it to its best moment, so that her beauty will not grow old with the years and battles.

"If this were where you were born, I would be happier than I have ever been."

"Because your birth has brought blessings to this place, the lake is clear because of you, and the trees are prosperous because of you."

"You are the user of this forest, and like the knights of Britain, they are grateful for your arrival."

After hearing this, Morgan was silent for a while.

Facing Ian's praise, she was not as happy as before, but instead looked very sad.

The slender eyebrows on her beautiful face fell slightly, like a tragic song at the end of a play, and the indigo eyes covered by willow eyebrows were showing waves of loneliness.

After a while, she seemed to have regained her composure, and in a voice that was no longer proud, she spoke to the man in the lake in front of her:

"Ian, but what if I have always been destined to be abandoned by my father? There has never been a possibility of becoming a king."

"Will you... still be my knight?"

17. Cry in joy

[You feel the sadness in Morgan’s words. 】

[You realize that she is hiding a lot of things from you. 】

[But right now, you know you have to answer her question first. 】

"My Lady, no matter what happened in the past." Ian lowered his head and stroked the clear lake water, allowing it to gently sway over Morgan's feet.

"At least I am your knight now, and I will be your knight in the future."

"Stop lying, Ian." Morgan looked extremely lonely, "Sooner or later you will leave me."

"It is indeed impossible for me to be by your side all the time, my lady."

Ian said slowly and unhurriedly.

"Because I will run around for your needs, my queen, and I will sacrifice my life when necessary for your purposes."

"I can't guarantee that I will be by your side every moment, but I promise that I will set off overnight because of your call, even if I am in hell."

Other knights may not be convincing at all when they say this.

But what Ian said was just a retelling of his own behavior.

[Morgan cannot deny what you said. 】

[She doesn’t seem to like the feeling of being refuted by you. 】

[She had a little temper. 】

[The lake water was stirred up by her feet and splashed on your face. 】

[You are not offended by this behavior. 】

[On the contrary, you know that Morgan is venting his inner depression in this way, and you are very happy. 】

[After a while, she finally got tired. 】

"Ian, why don't you hide?"

Morgan gasped and mumbled.

"Because you seem to want to do this, Your Majesty." Ian replied truthfully.

"Who said I wanted to do this?" Morgan glared at Ian, "Now, let go of my feet."

"Okay, my lady."

After feeling the grip on his feet disappear, Morgan leaned forward slightly.

Her jade feet surrounded by magic hooked Ian's chin.

"Ian, don't you want to contradict me at all?"

"Perhaps I have thought about it."

Ian looked up and looked directly at Morgan.

Sitting on the shore, her cheeks were slightly red because of the little venting she had just done, and her mist-like breath filled the edges of her lips.

"But after seeing the Queen, I feel that whether the question is correct or not is not that important."

Morgan was stunned for a moment, then continued;

"Ian, you should know that I will never like you...you are my pawn, I can throw you away however I want."

"Yeah, I know."

Ian gently held the foot that was resting on his chin.

"So, My Lady, it doesn't matter to me whether the question is correct or not. What matters is what you want me to think."

"Ian, are you saying this because of your father's order?"

"No." Ian shook his head, "If it is because of the king's order, then I should bring you, the princess, back to the royal court now."

"But Your Majesty, you don't want me to do this, so I have my own choice."

[Morgan once again cannot deny what you said. 】

[But this time, she was not angry. 】

[She ordered you not to hold her feet. 】

【You did it. 】

[It’s just that you didn’t expect that Morgan didn’t take back his foot after you took your hand away. 】

[She has her own ideas. 】

A gust of wind blew through the forest, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and the light spots among the branches and leaves left swaying marks on the two people by the lake.

There are ripples on the lake.

Morgan's feet swam slowly down the lake.

The clear water gradually covered the soles of her feet, then soaked her ankles and calves.