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

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"Your Majesty, is it related to the king?"

"..."

Morgan bit his lip, obviously being poked in a painful spot.

Ian could completely understand her mood at the moment.

Normally, King Uther does not need to use this kind of magic.

Because for Britain, the king's descendants are worthy of celebration across the country - especially the descendants of virtuous King Uther, who are even more worthy of care.

In Ian's memory, the banquet that night was so grand that he could not forget it.

But now, this heir has become something that has been hidden in everyone's memories, and it is covered up extremely heavily.

There is only one reason that can explain all this.

perhaps--

King Uther had already thought about the future actions of his daughter Morgan.

He chose a way to prevent Morgan from contacting this heir - that is, to let him remain in everyone's memory.

The wise king never let down his guard against Morgan.

The moment he realized this, Ian even felt that King Uther was watching the two of them from somewhere above the royal court.

But compared to this kind of thing, he was more worried about Morgan beside him.

If she knew that King Uther's attitude had always been like this, she...

Surprisingly, Morgan looked calm.

She just asked a question:

"Ian, do I really look that bad?"

"My Lady, at least for me, this is not the case."

"is it?"

Morgan sneered and said nothing more.

She turned around and walked towards the other side of the courtyard.

Before she was about to leave, she turned back and said to Ian like an order:

"Ian, come early tonight."

"I want to fall asleep quickly."

[Morgan still suffered some blows. 】

[She demanded more from you and even gave you a potion that would make your body excited. 】

[But what you see in her eyes is not desire, but endless loneliness. 】

[You know she is sad, so you work very hard, hoping to make her fall asleep early in your own way. 】

[Every night, there will be traces of your presence in Morgan's room. 】

[The plan has been put on hold for now. 】

[However, you are still working hard to defend your hard-won identity. 】

[This month, you have killed three knights who came back from the front line to report information. 】

[While you were disposing of the body, a young man pushing a cart appeared not far away. 】

[That is a blond boy, but his delicacy makes you feel that gender is a very vague concept in him. 】

[He sends his greetings to you. 】

24.A boy named Artolis

"Hello."

The boy in front of him said hello very politely.

The delicate and gentle voice made Ian doubt his eyes for a moment.

However, Ian is more concerned about another thing than thinking about the triple disharmony of voice, appearance and gender.

The body of another knight was buried in the land not far away.

The first few successes were so easy that Ian relaxed a little.

At this moment, he was not sure whether the boy in front of him had seen something he shouldn't have seen.

So--

Just kill him too.

Ian's eyes turned murderous.

Anyway, his hands are already stained with enough blood, and it won't make any difference if another person dies.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

The boy waved his hand, trying to attract Ian's attention.

"can."

Ian gave a false smile.

He didn't know when he discovered that he had learned this strange disguise.

He can show a friendly smile anytime and anywhere, and he can also kill others with this smile.

Ian felt that his mentality had changed a lot.

"You are……?"

Seeing that Ian finally responded, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and then introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm Artolis."

"At present-"

The boy who called himself Artolis glanced at the wooden cart next to him.

"Want to go to town and sell these freshly picked apples."

"So, please, can you let me into the city?"

[Artolis’s words make you realize that it is already the autumn season for apple harvest. 】

[You lament the passage of time. 】

[At the same time, you also realized another thing. 】

[That is, Artolis in front of you seems to regard you as a guard standing guard at the city gate. 】

[If you are not sure whether the other party saw you burying the body, you plan to first confirm whether he is carrying a weapon to reduce the risk. 】

[You made a request for a body search. 】

"Search, search?"

For some reason, Artolis' expression became a little embarrassed after hearing Ian make this request.

This made Ian suspicious.

"What? Do you think it's not possible?"

"If you want to enter the royal capital, you should undergo this kind of inspection."

"unless--"

Ian's eyes became sharp.

"There are some ulterior secrets in your body, so I may have to call others over."

Ian's verbal intimidation was effective.

After he said this, Artolis in front of him immediately shook his head in denial.

"No, there's nothing like that."

"Please...please start."

After saying these words, Artolis spread his hands and made a cross, looking resigned.

At this moment, several guards passed by.

Worried that the matter would be exposed, Ian could only bite the bullet and search for Artolis' body.

Fortunately.

He was originally a knight, so he was very familiar with this process.

Ian bent down and began to copy the memories in his mind.

He searched from the legs first.

What made Ian somewhat unexpected was this.

Although he was called a boy, Artolis's legs were slender and tight. Vaguely, he even had the illusion of returning to the first time he touched Morgan's legs.

However, Ian is not interested in bodies other than Morgan's.

He glanced at Artolis doubtfully, and the other person avoided his eyes with a slight guilt.

The hand continued to walk upwards and soon reached near the buttocks.

The feeling of touch is still that kind of extremely subtle disharmony - why does a young man have such excellent female-like streamlines hidden under his clothes?

"Say your name again."

"Artolis."

Ian remembered the obviously male name and moved his hands towards his waist.

Soon the perfect waist feeling replaced the firmness of the buttocks.

The caressing on both sides was enough for Ian to imagine what his figure looked like under the clothes.

——A curve that shrinks inward, wide at both ends and narrow in the middle.

Ian's suspicion was at its peak.

His hands moved upward little by little, and their final destination was where the chest was.

If your suspicions are correct.

Then there will be feminine characteristics here that absolutely cannot be hidden.

At that time, it will not be difficult to kill Artolis in front of him - after all, with this transgender disguise, no matter how you make up a reason to kill him, it will not be too much.

however--

Ian's hand that touched it directly felt the extreme desolation.

If you want to use something to describe this desolation, perhaps the plains with galloping horses would be the best choice.

No matter how hard you try, you can only feel barren.

No matter how you think about it, this seems like a situation that only happens to men.

Ian realized he had made an error in judgment.

"Excuse me...is it okay?"

Artolis's face turned extremely red due to Ian's body search, and the apples seemed no longer so bright in comparison.

"Feel sorry."

Ian immediately pulled his hand away and apologized.

"It doesn't matter." Artolis forced a smile, "You did this out of caution."

"So, can I go in now?"