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

"Mr. Ian, can I invite you back tomorrow?"

26. The princess’s permission is not a simple matter

[You heard the invitation from Artolis. 】

[You did not answer immediately, but looked at him in silence. 】

[This made him worry that he had said something wrong. 】

"Sorry, Mr. Ian, if you are busy, forget it." Artolis found a step for himself very politely.

"However, I am very grateful for your help."

After saying that, Artolis turned around and prepared to go back to the room despite this embarrassment.

"Wait a minute." Ian asked to stay.

"Are you...sure you want to do this?"

"If I remember correctly, all you have now is the money from selling apples, right?"

It's not that Ian is talking nonsense.

He had already searched Artolis's body in the name of a body search - he couldn't possibly have any property other than what Ian had taken out of his generosity.

"Is it really okay to spend it like this?"

"No problem," Artolis said immediately, sensing that things were turning around. "Although these are gold coins obtained from selling apples, I can still spend some."

"Besides—"

Artolis looked directly at Ian in front of him and smiled slightly.

"If my brother and my father knew that I received favors from others but didn't know anything in return, they would definitely be ashamed."

The boy's eyes were sincere and so straightforward that Ian couldn't refute.

After hesitating for a moment, he gave a vague answer.

"Okay, I understand."

"However, I'm not sure if I have free time. How about if I don't show up at the door of the hotel at noon tomorrow, you just assume I'm not free?"

"Noon?"

Artolis nodded, her brows showing a "completely remembered" attitude.

"I understand."

[After a few brief greetings, you bid farewell to Artolis. 】

[You just noticed how late it was now. 】

[You think of Morgan. 】

[You hurried towards the location of the royal court. 】

[You carefully avoided sight along the way, and finally arrived safely in front of Morgan's room. 】

[You knocked gently on the door of the room, waiting for Morgan to open the door for you. 】

creak-

The wooden shaft turned, and the thick door slowly opened.

However, Morgan's figure did not appear behind the door as usual.

Ian was a little puzzled.

But now that the door is open, he knows that staying outside like this is not the same thing.

"My Lady, I'm coming in."

After Ian finished his report, he walked into the house.

Almost at the same time, after he entered the room, the door slammed shut.

Morgan stepped out of the darkness.

Tonight, the princess is only wearing a thin white gauze, which is not very suitable for autumn.

The moonlight shone in from the glazed window, falling quietly on her clean skin, and also reflected her hazy and almost perfect body curves.

She walked towards Ian step by step until she forced him down on the bed.

She lowered her body, put one hand on Ian's ear, pinched his cheeks with the other, and put her right knee on the soft bed with a thin gauze garment.

"Ian, why are you so late today? Where have you been?"

"My Lady, something unexpected happened."

[In a slurred voice, you explained to Morgan that you met Artolis while burying the traces. 】

[You didn't hide any details from her. 】

[Including but not limited to his handsome appearance that makes his gender somewhat ambiguous, and his very polite conversation. 】

[Morgan temporarily let go of his hand after listening to your words. 】

[However, her knees became even more demanding. 】

"Why do I hear your tone?"

Morgan looked at Ian below him, with a hint of resentment in his blue eyes.

"As if you appreciate that person very much?"

"My Lady, I confess to you." Ian raised his hands as if surrendering.

"Artolis really fits my personal cognition in every sense of the word."

"But what I need to emphasize to you is that he is a genuine man, and the fire of my desire will only burn on you, the princess."

The corner of Morgan's mouth raised a slight arc.

Her knees sank slightly into the bed - they seemed to be somewhere else.

"Ian, you are getting more and more bold now."

"That's all thanks to your tolerance, the princess."

"Is that so?" Morgan's body slowly fell down and pressed against Ian's chest.

This normally inaccessible princess was now listening to the heartbeat of the knight beneath her.

She gently traced her fingers on the other person's collarbone and whispered softly.

"Then...did you get rid of him?"

"My Lady, Artolis's situation is quite special."

Ian put his hand on Morgan's waist very cooperatively.

It's a size that's so slender that you won't want to leave.

"At the moment, we can't just kill him, otherwise it will be even more difficult to deal with if he doesn't go back before the agreed date."

"Then what are you going to do?" Morgan asked again.

"Well, actually he plans to invite me back tomorrow, and I want to take this opportunity to get to know him better."

"is it?"

Morgan raised his head slightly and looked at Ian.

There was a little bit of control in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Ian, are you lying to me?"

"You should know how uncomfortable it would be to betray me."

"My Lady." Ian did not avoid Morgan's gaze, "Although saying this may make you think I am a little shady."

"But my body and mind belong to you. I am willing to assassinate anyone in this world for you, and I am also willing to give up my life for you."

"Just ask—"

"Is there anyone by your side who is more loyal to you than me?"

After hearing this, Morgan's knees moved down slightly on the bed, no longer as strong as before.

This made her spread her legs slightly like she was riding a war horse.

"Well, what you said does make some sense."

"But, Ian, there's something I want to tell you."

"My Lady, may I ask what is going on?"

"It's just-" Morgan's fingers traced Ian's cheek.

"The parts of you that belong to me are not just body and mind."

"Tonight, I want you to be my best war horse, do you understand?"

"...I understand, my lady."

[You and Morgan had another sweet night. 】

[You still remember her request to hear your good morning. 】

[So on this day, you deliberately waited for her to wake up before leaving. 】

[Although this makes it a lot more difficult for you to leave. 】

[But in the end, you arrived outside the royal court without any danger. 】

[You arrived at the door of the hotel much earlier than the agreed time. 】

[But you were surprised to find Artolis already waiting there. 】

27. The Misunderstood Artolis

[You still remember that the time you and Artolis agreed on was noon, not now. 】

[According to common sense, he should not be here now. 】

[This behavior of waiting in advance makes you realize that he cares about this meeting. 】

[However, you did not believe this conclusion immediately, but observed it secretly for a while. 】

Artolis was waiting at the door of the hotel.

Judging from the appearance, he must have washed up specially and put on a set of clothes that looked much better than yesterday.

There was a small cloth bag tied around his waist, which was filled with gold coins from selling the apples.

Artolis's hair was tied into a small ball on the back of his head, which made him look energetic.

To be honest, if he hadn't touched it himself, Ian was sure that he would have mistaken him for a girl from some village.

After all, Artolis's appearance is too delicate.

Although he was waiting patiently, Artolis did not show any impatience.

On the contrary, he seemed to be in a good mood.

Occasionally, a few children would pass by and call him sister innocently, but he would just touch their heads and laugh it off.

[You secretly observed for half an hour and confirmed that there was indeed nothing wrong with Artolis. 】

[You walked out of the darkness pretending that nothing happened. 】

[When we first met, you expressed your praise for Artolis’s early arrival. 】

"Artolis, it's too early for you."

Ian walked up to him.

"I remember I agreed it would be at noon, and you're already waiting here."

"Because it's just downstairs of the residence." Artolis explained, "We can't let you who are farther away arrive first, and I who are closer appear later."

"That's so rude."