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

What was left in Gawain's hand was only a small half of the sword blade.

There was a deathly silence among the onlookers.

You must know that in a knight's duel, crushing the opponent's sword blade, especially the sword blade that was struck hard just now, means suppression in terms of strength.

Gawain lost this duel.

"I lost." Gawain admitted his failure very openly.

"You are really good."

"It's okay." Artolis looked at the other party coldly.

"As a knight, being able to swing with that kind of force is already very shocking to me."

"But - failure is failure."

"Then kill me." Gawain was extremely calm, "I couldn't kill him if I wasn't a knight just now. Now that I'm a knight, you should be able to do it."

"Kill you?"

Artolis took back the sword in the stone.

"I have no interest in such a thing."

"I just want to prove that I'm not afraid of your challenge."

"Give me back that sword."

"Ah?" Gawain looked at the small half-cut sword in his hand.

"But it has become like this."

"It's okay, just give it back to me."

"……Understood."

Taking the broken half of the sword, Artolis held it.

Just as Gawain was wondering what he was going to do with it.

Under Gawain's gaze, Artolis walked towards Ian who was standing aside.

Then—

He pointed at the small half of the sword blade in his hand, said something to Ian, and after receiving the answer, he hugged him directly.

Gawain was confused.

It was obvious that Artolis was as majestic as a lion one second, but the next second he was leaning into his father's arms as meekly as a young girl.

In terms of gender alone, this is already very wrong, right? !

Father, what exactly did you say? !

64. The last emotion in a girl’s heart ([-] words chapter)

[Gawain is one of the best knights in Camelot. 】

[His defeat invisibly proved the strength of Artolis. 】

[If there is anyone who still has the qualifications to challenge him, then the only one left is you as Gawain's father. 】

[But looking at the intimacy between you and Artolis, everyone realized that this was absolutely impossible. 】

"Well, Mr. Ian, see you later."

Artolis smiled slightly and walked to the other end of the street alone with the half-broken sword.

Her steps were light and swift, completely losing the momentum she had when she was confronting Gawain just now.

No one knew what happened - they only felt that King Lott Ian seemed to have used some very powerful means.

"Father."

Gawain came closer.

"Then now..."

Ian adjusted his mood and replied:

"Gawain, keep doing what you have to do."

"Well...I see."

Gawain never questions his father's orders.

But this time is an exception.

"Well, father, can I ask you something before I go?"

"Ask, my boy."

"that is--"

Gawain looked towards the direction of the street where Artolis disappeared.

"What exactly did he say to you?"

"..."

Sometimes Ian really wanted to seal Gawain's mouth.

"It's nothing."

"He just wanted to talk to me about something."

[Of course what you told Gawain is not completely true. 】

[Artolis does want to have a chat with you - but it’s not as simple as just chatting. 】

["Mr. Ian, I want to tell you something important. Please come to the city wall at night. I will wait for you there."]

[You don't know what that means. 】

[But you get the sense that it helps you learn more about her. 】

[So you agreed. 】

[Gawain's defeat brought this one-to-many duel to an end with Artolis' victory, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. 】

[Gawain acts according to your orders. 】

[Everything seems to be back to the original point, but slightly tilted in the direction of Artolis. 】

[And when you were about to leave, a hand was put on your shoulder. 】

Feeling someone put a hand on his shoulder, Ian turned around, only to see an unexpected figure.

That was Merlin.

Wearing a white coat, he had a slight smile on his face.

Ian immediately became vigilant - as long as this guy smiled, it would be bad.

But Merlin didn't mind Ian's attitude.

He continued to speak in that nonchalant manner:

"Don't look at me with that look. After all, I have brought an excellent king to Camelot, right?"

Upon hearing this, several small veins popped out on Ian's forehead.

"Merlin, you better not let me find a way to kill you."

"Hahahaha!" Merlin laughed.

"If that kind of thing can really be realized, it will be a novel experience."

"But it's a pity - even I don't know how to kill myself."

"But." Merlin suppressed his smile, "Before you kill me, don't you want to learn more about things from me?"

"..."

[You really don’t have much information on hand. 】

[You finally decided to have a little chat with Merlin. 】

[You and him came to the wheat field outside the city. 】

"I said, there's no need to be so awesome, right?"

Merlin picked a wheat stalk with black ears.

"This is equivalent to bringing in the entire Camelot as a bargaining chip - is this really suitable for you?"

Realizing that Merlin had seen through what he and Morgan had done in the wheat field.

Ian is not ambiguous.

"What? Are you going to expose this?"

"No."

Merlin threw away the black wheat ears in his hands. The moment they landed on the ground, they turned into petals and flew away in the wind.

"I didn't say a word when you used magic to make them efficient."

"Then when everything returns to the way it was, naturally it won't be my turn to point fingers."

"..."

Ian did not let down his guard.

"Then if that's not the case, Merlin, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Just some simple instructions."

Merlin turned around, still with that smile on his face that was intolerable to Ian.

"For example, these seeds will soon come back to life under my magic."

"One more reminder——"

Merlin looked at Ian.

"You seem to have forgotten something very important."

"Very important thing?"

"Yes." Merlin nodded.

"You may indeed be able to do better than the chosen one in every sense of the word."

"But don't forget, no one can kill Vortigern except her."

"Are you referring to the legend of the red dragon?"

Ian looked at each other.

"But that's obviously just a rumor you deliberately created, right?"

"No." Merlin shook his head.

"I don't have the energy to do so many things just to create so-called rumors."

"She has long been given the fate of defeating Vortigern - for this she needs to undergo various trainings, abandon meaningless emotions, and eventually become a perfect king."

[Merlin’s words awakened you. 】

[You finally understand why Artoris changed so much before and after he drew his sword. 】

[This is all arranged by Merlin. 】

[To be more precise, it is the arrangement of Merlin and King Uther. 】

"Does she know about this kind of thing?"

"I know." Merlin replied calmly, "But whether she knows it or not, she has to accept it."

"After all, no matter what her answer is - there is no second way to choose."

"Then did the late king know that you did this?"

"What do you think?" Merlin asked.