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

"..."

Even though he was completely on the opposite side of Artoris, Ian couldn't help but retort.

"You are depriving her of what she should have at her age."

"So? Do you think it's right to give up on defeating Vortigern because of this?"

Merlin still had that flirtatious smile on his face.

"Although I don't care, are you willing to see this happen?"

"Eh... think about the ruined Britain and all that -"

"Anyway, she is willing to take on such responsibilities. It is natural that she has to sacrifice something, right?"

As soon as Merlin finished speaking, he received a solid punch from Ian on the face.

Blood flew out from the corner of his mouth and splashed on the ground beside him.

Merlin turned around and saw Ian's furious look.

"Asshole! What are you talking about?!"

"Is this a comment you should make?!"

"But--"

Merlin's expression remained unchanged.

"This is an established fact. She has given up on these emotions. No matter how powerful your fist is, you can't change it."

"..."

Ian clenched his fists.

But he soon thought of something else.

"Are you sure she has given up all emotions?"

"if not?"

"No, Merlin, you are wrong." Ian turned away, "She has not completely given up these feelings."

"is it?"

"..."

"..."

The conversation ended in silence, and Ian left angrily.

Looking at his retreating back, Merlin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

He didn't seem unhappy about receiving such a punch, but it seemed that everything was as expected.

"Ian, let me see what you do."

[Although Merlin’s words did make you angry, you knew that there was a high probability that what he said was true. 】

[As the price for pulling out the sword and ascending the throne, Artolis lost all his emotions. 】

[The only exception is my love for you that can be shown anytime and anywhere. 】

[You realize that you have grasped something extremely important to a girl. 】

[As agreed, you came to the city wall in the evening. 】

[But this time, Artolis did not wait for you there as early as before. 】

[On the contrary, she never showed up. 】

[You start to feel a little worried. 】

[Fortunately, she showed up in the end. 】

[It's just that--she seems to look a little different from usual. 】

"Mr. Ian."

A shy voice came.

Ian turned back, and the scenery in front of her made her freeze there.

I saw Artolis under the moonlight, already changing his attire.

The hair that was usually tied into a ball now turned into a smooth high ponytail with a big black bow tied on top.

The side hair that was originally carelessly leaning against the cheeks was also carefully combed and became as thin as a weeping willow.

She also wore a black bow tie around her neck.

The coat she was wearing disappeared without a trace and was replaced by a much lighter white dress.

This allowed her body to be displayed in a hazy way under the moonlight - delicate and delicate, like a hibiscus that had just emerged from the water.

Her legs were wrapped in white stockings, making them look even longer.

This is a girl as beautiful as a flower, and now she truly appears in front of Ian.

The throbbing that was originally hidden in the bottom of my heart now surfaced again.

"Sorry, Mr. Ian."

Artolis looked very embarrassed.

"I am late."

"..."

Ian suppressed the throbbing in his heart and spoke as calmly as possible.

"It's okay, it's not too late."

"only--"

"Artolis, why are you dressed like this?"

"This one……"

Artolis lowered his head, his face slightly red.

Her feet were lightly kicking on the ground of the city wall, looking very shy.

"Mr. Ian, didn't you say before that you prefer me as a girl?"

"So...I just imitated others and dressed up a little bit."

"Although it's a bit unaccustomed to it... As expected, I still can't admit it."

Hearing this, Ian was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly understood.

Artolis will never be late.

After all, she had promised to take her around the city of Camelot and waited at the door of the hotel much earlier.

What's more, since she is the one requesting the meeting now, it is even less likely that she will be late.

So--

"Artolis, did you choose to meet me at night because you wanted to avoid the sight of others?"

"Yes, yes..."

Artolis touched his hair sheepishly.

"If others see me like this, it will definitely cause a lot of controversy."

"Then do you think you can hide yourself by the darkness of night alone?"

"..."

Artolis hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and continued to answer.

"Mr. Ian, you are right."

"Actually, I also know that this is a bit self-deceiving."

"But I think, compared to the risk of being discovered, letting you see me like this... is something worth considering!"

"..."

[Artolis’s words left endless echoes in your heart. 】

[You realize that your previous judgment was correct. 】

[The only emotion left in Artolis is his love for you. 】

[The power of action brought by this kind of love sometimes even exceeds the responsibility she bears. 】

[She now is the best proof. 】

Seeing that Ian stopped talking, Artolis became a little worried.

"Um, Mr. Ian, am I too ugly dressed like this?"

"Sorry! I should have made it clear to you in advance!"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then answered with a smile.

"Artolis, it's nothing."

"You look good dressed like this."

"yes?!"

Artolis looked very happy when he heard this.

She spun around in front of Ian, making the white dress flutter.

"Mr. Ian, do you know? This is the first time I have worn such clothes!"

"Ok, I know."

Ian felt like his heart fell into a complicated whirlpool.

"Then Artolis——"

"Why did you come to me? Do you just want me to see how beautiful you are?"

"no."

Artolis walked up to Ian.

"Mr. Ian, there is something I have been hiding from you."

"My...actually my name is not Artoris, but Artoria!"

"Artoria?"

"Yes, it is!"

After Artoria said this, she glanced at Ian and quickly lowered her head.

Obviously.

It was not an easy thing for her to tell Ian her real name.

This means that she has no reservations in her heart.

It is also the last expression of emotion in her body - although this may be insignificant to Ian.

Ian was silent.

a long time.

He took a deep breath and gave his response.