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

"Eh?!"

Artolis touched the back of his head and realized that the thing covering his hair was gone.

"This..." He seemed a little panicked.

Seeing Artolis like this, Ian calmly took out a piece of cloth from the pile of things bought for Artolis.

He neatly tore off a piece from it and handed it to him.

"Here, let's make do with this, okay?"

"Thank you, thank you..."

Artolis took the torn piece of cloth from Ian's hand with some embarrassment, and then wrapped it around his head with an extremely skillful technique.

The long blond hair that was originally scattered was quickly gathered into a wrapped ponytail.

"I'm sorry." Artolis apologized, "Mr. Ian, you saw me in such a mess."

"Fortunately."

Ian wasn't going to get into it.

His attention was actually still on the question Artoris had just asked.

"But what I want to tell you is that the current situation in Britain may indeed not be ideal."

"But that's definitely going to change."

"changes happened?"

"Yes." Ian nodded, "One day, Britain will definitely usher in changes under the leadership of a certain king. I have always believed in this."

"The leadership of a certain king..."

Artolis also nodded.

"Mr. Ian, you are right."

"Sometime in the future, Britain will change."

30. Farewell under the sunset

[Since that day, chatting with Artolis has been included in your daily schedule. 】

[He is also very happy to meet you and share many things with you that have not been mentioned before. 】

[For example, he knows swordsmanship and often competes with his brother. Another example is that he was actually very hungry the day he entered the city. 】

[You have confirmed that he did not see anything about you. 】

[You are glad that you did not kill him directly. 】

[You feel that it is very easy to get along with him, and you have not noticed that the way he looks at you has changed a lot. 】

【Good times are always short. 】

[It’s time for you two to part ways. 】

[As agreed, you arrived at the city gate. 】

"Time flies so fast, Artolis."

Ian looked at the sunset hanging over the mountain in the distance and sighed.

"Are you really leaving tonight?"

"Yes, Mr. Ian." Artolis responded very politely, "If we don't leave now, we won't be able to go back on time."

"If this happens, my brother and father will definitely be worried about me."

"That's right..." Ian nodded.

"Okay, it's best if you have your own considerations, but the road at night is not easy."

"How about this--"

Ian took off the long sword tied to his waist and handed it towards Artoris.

"This sword is for you."

"This……?"

Artolis looked at the sword handed over by Ian and couldn't believe his eyes.

He quickly waved his hand and refused: "No, I can't accept this sword! This is your companion who has been with you for a long time, right? I absolutely can't accept it!"

"There is no such thing as a partner or not."

Ian said with a smile.

"The sword is a murderous weapon, and swordsmanship is just a way to kill people."

"No matter how beautiful words are used to hide it, this is always the truth."

"Would you consider a murderer as your partner?"

"This……"

Although he knew that this was the step laid by Ian for him to accept the sword, Artolis was still hesitant to accept it.

Seeing this, Ian thought for a while, then pretended to be a little angry and said:

"What? Artolis, do you think you dislike it just because I have used it?"

"No, no, no!" Artolis waved his hand quickly, "There is no such thing! Mr. Ian, I don't dislike this sword at all!"

"If that's the case, why not accept it?"

"..."

Success was led by Ian into a dead end that he could not refuse, and Artolis had no choice.

He could only stretch out his hands and took the blade from Ian's hand.

"Mr. Ian, I really don't know how to thank you for your help these days."

"There is no need to thank you." Ian crossed his arms, "I believe that every knight in the capital will make the same choice as me, but you just happened to meet me."

"Yes, and this one."

[You moved out a big bag of rations. 】

[You move it to Artolis' wooden cart. 】

[Under his shocked gaze, you smiled and rubbed his head. 】

"We have prepared a lot this time. If you want to distribute it to the refugees on the way, there should be no problem."

"But it's still the same sentence." Ian stroked Artolis's hair, "Do within your ability, and don't do anything beyond your capabilities."

"If you go back hungry, your brother and father will probably think that there is a famine in the capital."

"So, see what I mean?"

"Um, oh..." Artolis seemed to be still immersed in the impact of the big bag of rations, looking a little dazed.

"Well - you don't have to worry about the city wall. I've taken over the responsibility and won't be able to hold you accountable, so just go back without worries."

"Mr. Ian."

Artolis looked at the man who was touching his head.

"Why are you so nice to me? We obviously didn't know each other before."

[You relived in your mind how Artoris looked somewhat similar to Morgan after he was released. 】

[You can say that you know the answer to the question. 】

[Of course, you will definitely not say these things in your heart. 】

[You chose to use "apology for being rude during the body search" as your reason. 】

[Artolis does not doubt you at all. 】

[And she seemed to have remembered something. After saying "Wait for me", she turned back and rummaged around in her little wooden cart. 】

"found it!"

As Artolis said these words, she had something more in her hand.

Ian took a closer look, and then he was stunned for a moment - it was a scarf.

and many more.

It doesn't seem like it can be called a scarf.

Because where the threads intertwine, there are bifurcations that cannot be ignored;

The small balls of wool here and there indicate that there have been many accidents during the weaving process.

The last and most important point that cannot be ignored is that the knitting is not finished at all.

Calling it a scarf is too luxurious.

To be more precise, it should be a fabric [similar to a scarf].

"What is this?" Ian confirmed.

"I knitted the scarf." Artolis lowered his head, looking quite embarrassed.

"Well... I just learned it recently."

Ian couldn't help but smile.

"Does this recently refer to the past few days?"

"Yes, it is."

"..."

Ian glanced at the "scarf" in Artolis' hand, and then looked at him again. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Well, Mr. Ian...is it bad?"

"A little bit."

"Yeah..." Artolis retracted his hand.

"Sure enough."

"Yes, so give it to me."

"Um...Sorry, I really shouldn't be like this...eh?"

Artolis raised his head, unable to believe what his ears were hearing.

"Mr. Ian..."

"This is your intention anyway."

Ian took the scarf from Artolis and wrapped it around his neck.

"However, if possible, I hope you can consider whether a knight needs such a thing."

"This... I'm sorry!"

"Okay, there's no need to say I'm sorry or anything."

"Be careful on the road."

"Yeah!" Artolis became happy again.

"So, Mr. Ian, we will have a chance to meet again in the future, right?"

"maybe."

[Without any more words, you watched Artolis disappear into the road full of sunset. 】

[You take off your scarf, turn around and walk towards the city gate]

[You can't help but think about a question - will you see Artolis become a knight one day? 】

[However, you never dreamed of it. 】

[At some point, Morgan was already standing at the city gate. 】