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

"..."

Morgan turned away.

"Probably, Ian, you know, I actually don't even..."

The stern princess hesitated for a while and realized that she could not directly say the three words "I don't love you."

But Ian has mastered the next words.

"You don't love me at all, do you?"

"I know, my lady."

"However, I think I have to deliver such important information to you in person. Can I leave tomorrow?"

"Do not."

Morgan took Ian's hand.

"I'll go after you get married."

"I declare to all Camelot that you are mine."

[The wedding date arrives in the passing time. 】

[You and Morgan had a grand wedding. 】

[This is a wedding that everyone in Camelot must attend. 】

[The royal capital ushered in a grand celebration after a long absence. 】

[Morgan called you into the room before taking the oath. 】

"My Lady, you are wearing a wedding dress now... Isn't it a good idea to do this?"

"Ian, am I not beautiful like this?"

"No, of course you are beautiful like this."

"So--"

Morgan closed the door.

Wearing a white wedding dress, she was like a fairy in the lake, descending to the land of Britain in a flower-like posture.

"Ian, I won't allow you to miss such a beautiful me."

[You and Morgan appear in front of everyone. 】

[Your loving appearance makes the people envious, and the girls who admire you are heartbroken. 】

【This is a perfect wedding. 】

[The marriage of King Lot and the daughter of King Uther will be recorded in the history of Britain. 】

[But only you know one thing. 】

[Morgan completed this wedding with her belly full of your fluid. 】

[From time to time, she would touch the wedding dress on her abdomen with her hand to hint to you not to forget. 】

[She got great pleasure from your expression of embarrassment but being happy because of the atmosphere around you. 】

[Of course, this secret will remain hidden forever. 】

[Camelot seems to be temporarily prosperous because of your wedding to Morgan. 】

[But you and Morgan both know this is an illusion. 】

[You must take action as soon as possible. 】

[During the day, you do everything a princess and a prince should do with all your heart. 】

[At night, you remain as enthusiastic and happy as ever, and during the temporary sage time, you think about your next actions. 】

"Ian."

The gauzy Morgan lay in Ian's arms, her hair loose in the man's arms.

In her hand was a piece of parchment filled with writing.

Although Morgan was obsessed with physical intercourse with Ian, he never lost sight of his purpose.

"The situation is not as simple as imagined."

"You may have to go on this trip for a long time."

Ian knew Morgan wasn't exaggerating.

The land near the royal capital has not been buried with new corpses for a long time - this means that no knights have been ordered to return from the front line for a long time.

The information connection between the two parties has long been in a state of near rupture.

Whether this is good or bad, I really can’t say clearly.

After all, if the situation is tense, it will be difficult for the frontline to send knights who can serve as timely combat forces back to the royal capital.

"Yes, I understand, my lady."

"Is this just your reaction?" Morgan folded the parchment in his hand and put it aside. "Aren't you going to object to my order?"

"When I think about it carefully, even I feel a little stupid."

"My Lady, you know that I never have any objections to your orders. They are what I should do."

"Too."

Morgan turned over, lying on top of Ian, and looked at the man who had never complained about him.

"But if the road is too dangerous then, I order you not to risk your life."

"You have no right to dispose of your life."

"it is mine."

"My Lady." Ian smiled slightly, "Can I think you care about me?"

"Okay." Morgan replied, "So you should be more grateful to me."

"My Lady, when did you have the illusion that I am not grateful to you?"

"just."

Morgan gave Ian a resentful look.

"It's obviously a little less than usual, right?"

Ian was a little surprised.

"My Lady, you actually feel it?"

"I have told you before that your body also belongs to me, so I have studied it thoroughly,"

The two looked at each other and then laughed.

"Ian."

Morgan rubbed his fingers back and forth over Ian's abdominal muscles.

"I ask you a question."

"Please speak, my lady."

"What would you like to name your child?"

"Ah? This..." Ian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly, "I like the name you like, Your Majesty."

"Really?"

"Really, the name that the Queen likes is the name that I like."

"How about it be called Gawain?"

"Good name."

Upon hearing this answer, Morgan's fingers playfully slipped into the bed.

She looked at the strong knight with charming eyes.

"Ian, tonight is still very long."

"Make me happier."

[The time comes a few days later. 】

[You thought Morgan was going out of town because she was looking for her favorite flowers. 】

[You rejected other people’s requests for escort. 】

[You and Morgan parted reluctantly in front of the city gate in front of everyone. 】

【You embarked on this journey alone. 】

[You cross the stream, walk through the forest, walk through the mountain road, and step through the wheat fields. 】

【You have been gone for a long time. 】

[You saw a village. 】

[You decide to rest here for a while before continuing on the road. 】

[But you didn’t expect that you would meet the British knights here. 】

[Talent Affinity·Chivalry Spirit Activates: Your temperament is extraordinary, and you are quickly regarded as a companion by the knights. 】

[You have received a long expected but belated message from the knights. 】

[Britain's front line was ruthlessly torn apart by Vortigern. 】

[You realize that King Uther is destined to fail. 】

41. The king’s defeat was also a God-given opportunity

Ian was not surprised at all when he heard the news.

King Uther's failure was a fate that even he himself had acknowledged.

It would be better to say that being able to deal with Vortigern for such a long time under such circumstances can be considered as trying his best.

If so—

Ian looked at the British knights in front of him.

These people should have been evacuated from the defeated front line.

one;

two;

three;

Ian estimated the number of knights in front of him.

It should be enough to kill them by myself - after all, they basically have wounds on their bodies.

The news of the frontline's defeat must not be allowed to spread back to Camelot so easily.

Ian's hand stopped on the sword at his waist.

"Where did you escape from?"

The leading knight's question pulled Ian back a few steps from his overflowing murderous aura.

He had to force out a fake smile and replied:

"I didn't escape from somewhere."

"I am the garrison of Camelot."

"The garrison of Camelot..." The leading knight nodded thoughtfully, and then suddenly remembered something.

"Then you must have met the Queen!"