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

The humble author stayed on 2023.08.17.

60. Girl, True Name, Sword Appearance (4 words chapter, first order please!)

"Goodbye then, Mr. Ian!"

Artolis put his hands in front of his knees and bowed very seriously to Ian.

"I hope... to see you tomorrow!"

Before Ian could answer him, Artolis ran away quickly.

Avoid hearing any answers on the spot so you can wait hopefully for tomorrow.

This is a small thought unique to girls of Artolis's age.

But for Ian, this little thought seems a bit redundant - he will decide what to do himself.

[You paid the bill and left here under the watchful eyes of everyone in the tavern. 】

[You have returned to the royal court. 】

[You enter your and Morgan's room. 】

[This is the time you agreed on. 】

Morgan was standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside.

The bright moon reflected in her eyes, like falling in the middle of a blue lake.

The gauze on her body was illuminated hazy, and the smooth curves of her chest and slender waist were vividly outlined in this dream.

And Ian is the only one who can see this.

"Your Majesty the Queen."

Hearing Ian's voice, Morgan turned around.

After seeing his infatuated eyes, the corners of her mouth raised a small arc.

She used her slender fingers to twist the lace of her tulle at the shoulder, and pulled it down slightly, revealing her dewy white shoulders.

"Ian, come here."

"I want to spend this wonderful night by the window."

"I understand, my lady."

Ian came behind Morgan, gently stretched out his hands, let them intersect on her lower abdomen, and pulled her into his arms.

"Ian, am I beautiful?" Morgan asked as she spread her hair.

"My Lady, you are not beautiful at all."

Feeling the warmth on Morgan's belly, Ian lowered his head and rested his head on her exposed shoulder.

"After all, if I use beauty to describe you, there are too many things like you in Britain."

"That's blasphemy."

"Ha." Morgan smiled charmingly, "But your mind is obviously full of blasphemous thoughts about me, right?"

"My Lady, I don't deny this. You always fascinate me."

"Your sweet words are really increasing."

Morgan put her hand on Ian's hand, rubbing her fingertips in the gaps between his fingers.

"But I like it."

[You noticed that Morgan was in a good mood. 】

[But this does not seem to be the emotion that should appear at this time. 】

[You feel like something is wrong. 】

[You decide to find out. 】

"My Lady, you seem to be in a good mood today." Ian asked respectfully.

"Have it?"

Morgan gently pinched Ian's index finger.

"I look happy?"

"At least I'm happier than the past few days." Ian answered truthfully, "This makes me happy too."

"..."

Morgan showed an elegant smile - she didn't seem to want to hide her thoughts from Ian.

"Maybe I found some reason."

"Some reason?"

"Yes." Morgan looked at the moon outside.

"The swords were drawn to choose the king, and the knights were eager to try, but no being was born who could take over Britain."

"The king who leads Britain may not be chosen at all, and even our children don't have that ability."

"So--"

Morgan raised his head and spoke the words in his heart from his slightly moist lips,

"I'm still the one closest to the throne, right?"

"..."

To be fair, although Morgan's tone of voice was not much different from usual, Ian could still clearly feel the madness in her words.

The reason why she asked several of her descendants, headed by Gawain, to try to draw the sword was probably not to let them demonstrate their respective talents.

But to prove that they, like themselves, do not have the fate of being chosen by Britain.

Thinking about it this way——

Gawain's repeated attempts may annoy her, but Akiwen, who only touched once, is worthy of her favor.

Is this such a deep and twisted obsession?

But Ian couldn't hate Morgan at all - he had witnessed her struggling hard, only to be abandoned by fate again and again.

It was a heartbreaking experience.

So he understands her.

"Yes, my lady."

Ian lowered his head and kissed Morgan gently on the lips.

"You are the one closest to the throne and the one who will eventually sit on it."

"Then let me experience this pleasure in advance." Morgan looked up at the knight behind him.

"Before sunrise, I hope you are as strong as ever."

"It should be so, my Lady."

[You don’t want to ruin Morgan’s good mood. 】

[So you didn’t say what Artolis said. 】

[The princess’s nocturne sounded by the window, clear and full of desire. 】

[You and Morgan had a great night. 】

[I arrived as scheduled the next day amid chaos and uneasiness. 】

Gawain's mood is a little complicated now.

As the eldest son, he had already learned about his blessings from his mother.

That's the increase in physical abilities associated with the number "3".

During the three hours from 9 a.m. to noon, and the three hours from 3 p.m. to sunset, your physical abilities will be greatly improved in the process.

So--

This time is the best time to respond to the expectations of father and mother.

But in fact, Gawain found that he could not do such a thing at all.

He did become more powerful during this time, but this power did not translate into the power to draw the sword.

Gawain discovered that as long as he touched the sword blade embedded in the rock, a mysterious voice would echo in his mind.

"Gawain, you are indeed very powerful."

"But that's no reason for you to draw this blade."

That was a slightly familiar voice to Gawain - he felt like he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

However, even like this, I can't give up.

That goes against the spirit of a knight.

Forward.

Reach out.

Try drawing the sword again.

Gawain heard the familiar voice again.

He selectively ignored all of this - not letting his father and mother down was what he should do now.

"Drink—!"

Gawain used all his strength.

But the sword blade embedded in the rock remained motionless.

As expected, it failed again.

Let’s do it again in the afternoon!

Gawain loosened his grip on the sword's hilt.

Although he failed again and again, he never gave up.

but--

Gawain came down from the stone platform and looked at the sword blade embedded in the rock.

Many days have passed since the day when the magician named Merlin announced the red dragon's proof.

During this period, many knights tried to pull out this blade, but in the end they all ended in similar failures.

if--

only if—

If someone could pull this blade out of the rock, who would it be?

Will he be as courageous as his father?

Or is she as temperamental as her mother?

Gawain didn't know which one was right - but he found that he had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

[Gawain is a little distracted. 】

【You came to his side. 】

[He noticed your presence. 】

[You leave the front of the Sword in the Stone. 】

"Father," Gawain said in a panic, "Why are you here?"

"I……"