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

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Morgan held Ian's hand on his waist.

"I don't need that recognition."

“I made it all happen on my own.”

"That's right, my lady."

Ian rested his head on Morgan's shoulder, took a deep breath, and seemed to be enjoying it very much.

"Your persistence makes me even more obsessed with you."

"Really?" Morgan recovered and smiled slightly.

"Then Ian, you may have to pay something for enjoying this."

"Will you check out the so-called Red Dragon's proof for me?"

"It should be so, my Lady."

[You begin to secretly investigate what Chiron’s proof is. 】

[But in the end, nothing was found—the magician who set up many traps seemed to have hidden the proof itself. 】

[You realize that this is an extremely powerful opponent. 】

[But what you don’t know is that the actual situation may be far simpler than you think. 】

Somewhere on the hills outside Camelot.

A man with silver hair was standing on the hillside, looking at the majestic castle in the distance.

He yawned and said to himself in a rather lazy tone:

"It's still here."

"But I haven't finished building that thing yet... Hey, forget it, I'll spend a few minutes doing whatever I want later."

The man repeated words that he didn't know whether they were true or false, and he didn't know what they meant.

He scratched the back of his head and walked onto the field road.

After the footsteps, the ground is covered with flower petals.

56. The long-cherished wish for the throne fell apart

[Your investigation is still ongoing. 】

[Hidden talents have been activated: You understand that you, Morgan, and Gawain are not affected by the legend because of Morgan's magic blessing-the mysterious magician does not seem to have adjusted his magic to an impeccable level. 】

[You order Gawain to thoroughly investigate the people who are talking about this matter, hoping to find more flaws in this magic. 】

[Gawain believed deeply in your orders, and he meticulously investigated the legend of the red dragon. 】

[But as the number of contacts with rumors increased, he seemed to have some doubts in his mind. 】

"Father, this is probably what happened today."

Gawain answered respectfully while holding the sword he inherited from Ian.

Still a day of nothing.

But Ian is not about to blame Gawain - after all, his efforts are obvious to all.

"Well, I understand. You should go back and rest first."

"it is good."

Gawain sheathed the blade, turned and walked towards the corridor.

However, when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and then turned around.

"Father, can I ask you some questions?"

"..."

Ian smiled slightly.

"Of course, my child."

"So--"

Gawain pays great attention to his tone.

"Father, I want to know what that red dragon would mean to us if it were real?"

What is supposed to come will come sooner or later.

Ian had already expected that Gawain would ask such a question - and he had already prepared his words.

"Gawain, my son, if the so-called red dragon is real."

"I think that might become the biggest enemy between me and your mother."

"The enemy?"

Gawain's expression was a little surprised, he didn't expect such an answer at all.

"Father, I don't want to contradict you, but if everything is true, that will be the key to our crusade against the White Dragon, right?"

"Gawain, you are right." Ian did not deny Gawain's words.

"But have you ever thought about where the red dragon will go if the white dragon lands?"

"..."

Gawain thought for a moment and suddenly came to his senses.

"Father, do you mean that the red dragon will one day become like the white dragon?"

"Maybe, how to understand it is your personal choice."

Ian looked at the knight in front of him who had a face somewhat similar to his own.

"However, your mother and I hope you can consider all this carefully."

"..."

"I see, my father."

Gawain left Ian's sight.

On the corridor of the royal court, he looked at the flowers covering the courtyard.

The blue eyes inherited from Morgan have a hint of confusion and depth.

[The legend of the red dragon is further fermented in Camelot. 】

[The appearance of the legend is becoming clearer - the incarnation of the red dragon may be within the knight. 】

[Since then, the knights of Britain have begun to look forward to the birth of a new king, which has also given rise to a kind of impetuousness and arrogance among them, thinking that they will be the new king. 】

[The recognition of the throne that you and Morgan spent a lot of time building has been completely destroyed in just a few months. 】

[Although it doesn’t mean that nothing is left, you have to admit that the situation is not as good as before. 】

[Morgan fell ill. 】

[But except you, no one can get close to her, not even Gawain. 】

"Your Majesty the Queen."

Ian closed the door to the room.

He sat on the bed where he had had fun with Morgan countless times, looking at her slightly haggard face with a distressed look on his face.

"You have to have a good rest and take care of yourself. Britain needs you."

"Really……"

Morgan, lying on the bed, shook his head mockingly.

"I don't think that's the case at all? Britain will continue to shine even without my existence."

"My Lady, this is not the case. For Camelot..."

Before Ian could finish speaking, Morgan had already raised his head and kissed him.

Rather than a superficial expression of catharsis, it seemed more like a response to Ian's loyalty that has not faded to this day.

Morgan kissed for a long time before slowly letting go of Ian's lips.

Those blue eyes regained some color a little.

"Ian, I don't love you at all. Why do you always think about things from my perspective?"

"Because then I can see the scenery in your eyes, the princess."

Ian reached out his hand and smoothed Morgan's hair that he had no energy to comb due to illness.

"That's the future I long for most."

"Heh, according to what you say, do you understand what I'm thinking now?"

"of course."

Ian pulled Morgan into his arms and rubbed her back tenderly.

"You're not convinced, are you?"

"You don't want things to turn out like this - I know that."

"..."

Morgan's hands trembled on Ian's arm, and finally began to scratch it directly with his fingers.

It was a silent vent.

Ian bit his lip and endured all this silently.

After a few minutes, Morgan finally calmed down.

She snuggled into Ian's arms and whispered:

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, but I don't mind." Ian comforted Morgan.

"My dear princess, if you are willing, I can kill those knights who don't know the heights of heaven and earth and think they can become the new king for you."

"No, that's not necessary."

Morgan's fingers gently traced his name on Ian's chest.

"They won't succeed."

"Ian, just like you said, I still can't accept this."

"Then will you stand by my side as always?"

"My Lady, I think I have emphasized many times that you do not need to ask for my opinion - I will always stand with you."

"But I want to hear you say it again."

Morgan hugged Ian's waist and buried his head in his chest.

"You do not want it?"

Ian did not hesitate, he said directly:

"My dear princess, no matter it is the past, present or the future that has not yet been touched, I will always stand by your side."

"Then offer me your loyalty."