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

A pair of slender, white legs peeked out from behind the screen.

It was stained with a lot of bath detergent, and the sticky look made people think.

Morgan's order came next:

"Ian, my legs are so tired, come over and rub them for me."

[Morgan's feet are very flexible. 】

[While you are massaging her, she is also massaging you with her feet. 】

[Some things were washed away by the warm water of the bath along with the bath agent. 】

[This made Morgan feel better. 】

[She once again ordered you to be her horse, and then enjoyed the treatment of a knight. 】

The clear waves formed by the warm water slowly rolled over the lower bodies of Ian and Morgan.

Morgan's fingertips moved gently on Ian's extremely strong chest, and the water droplets stained on it also fell on the surface of the muscles.

After rowing like this for a while, Morgan stopped like an artist who had completed a great work of art.

She hooked Ian's chin and asked softly;

"Knight, do you know what I wrote on your chest?"

"My Lady, is that your name?" Ian replied without thinking.

"Oh? You actually feel it?"

"Of course, after all, that is your name, the princess. It is only natural to write it down like this."

"That--"

Morgan hugged Ian's neck so that he could only look at her.

"Ian, do you know why I wrote my name on your chest?"

Ian shook his head.

"My Lady, I don't know."

"Then I'll tell you now—"

Morgan leaned closer.

She lowered her head and took a sip on Ian's neck, leaving a medium-sized but very obvious mark.

She raised her head and looked at Ian with a slight smile.

"When you write your name on the parchment, it becomes your own personal note."

"With a title engraved on the blade, it becomes a person's weapon."

"Ian, I wrote your name so many times."

"So you are mine alone, do you understand?"

"Your Majesty the Queen."

Ian looked at Morgan, not avoiding her gaze at all.

"Isn't that natural?"

"But some people don't think so."

Morgan's fingers rubbed back and forth on Ian's slightly weathered cheek.

"What should we do?"

"..."

Of course Ian could tell there was something in Morgan's words.

"Your Majesty, you might as well tell me directly. You know that I have always regarded your request as my goal."

"Um……"

Morgan sat up slightly and pushed Ian's sword back a little.

"Then I'll just say it."

"Artoria, I have been observing you in the dark today."

[Morgan’s words wake you up. 】

[You suddenly realize that Artoria’s appearance just now was no accident. 】

[She waited all day to find such an opportunity. 】

[Morgan declared her absolute sovereignty over you within this day. 】

"My Lady, is this really what it is?"

"Huh?" Morgan picked Ian's chin.

"Ian, didn't you notice?"

Ian nodded.

"I certainly didn't find out about it."

"Because your body, my dear princess, makes it difficult for me to extricate myself."

Morgan was satisfied with the answer.

However, she continued to ask:

"I heard from Gawain that you and Artoria are very close, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ian did not deny it.

"I need to learn more about her - Artoria's real name is part of it."

"I think we might be able to learn the secret about the power in her in the future."

"That will be of great benefit to you."

[Morgan does not doubt your words. 】

[After all, she knows that it is not an easy thing to get a girl disguised as a man to report her real name. 】

[You feel the persistence in her. 】

[You know she is still obsessed with the throne. 】

"Ian, do you remember that you said you would definitely let me take the throne?"

Morgan hugged Ian's body and lay on his chest.

Her hair spread out in the water, floating like lotus flowers.

The warm water half soaked her body, making the already fair skin slightly reddish.

"I've always believed in this."

"I have never forgotten my promise, my lady."

Ian gently stroked Morgan's back, feeling as soft as a shelled egg.

"I'm working toward this goal every day."

"only--"

"It always takes some time."

"I know."

Morgan closed his eyes and listened to the man's heartbeat.

"Your heart beats very steadily, which means you didn't lie to me."

"But I really want to reach that day as soon as possible..."

"Ian, do you feel weird about me like this?"

"No, my lady."

Ian's hand came to rest on Morgan's back.

"My Lady, everyone has their own obsessions."

"It's just that your obsession is a little bit more outstanding."

"So Ian, do you think it's possible?"

"Of course," Ian replied without hesitation, "I never doubted that."

"People like you, my lady, should be sitting on the throne."

"Idiot... always saying such stupid things makes it impossible for me to fall in love with you."

"But my lady, knights don't need to be so smart, do they?"

[Morgan stops talking. 】

[She just held your hand tightly. 】

[You realize that a large part of her long-cherished wish rests on you. 】

[It ends bathing in a subtle and pleasant atmosphere. 】

[Morgan kissed you and chose to go to the magic workshop alone - she seemed to want to calm down a little. 】

[You looked at her back and decided to give up on your appointment with Artoria tonight. 】

It's not that Ian doesn't want to see Artoria.

After all, he knew that he was carrying her last emotion.

It's just that today is really not a good time - I'll find an opportunity to explain it to her later.

But Ian never expected it.

As he walked around the corner of the corridor and was about to return to his room, a familiar figure appeared there.

That was Artoria who had changed into a white dress.

"Good evening, Mr. Ian!"

66. A drunk girl is also the best container ([-] words chapter)

[You didn’t expect Artoria to come to your door at this time. 】

[You didn’t even expect that she would dare to come to your door at this time wearing that girlish white dress. 】

[After all, at this point in time when she is about to inherit the throne of Camelot, if her female identity is discovered, the consequences can be imagined. 】

[Taking a step back, even if Arturia is not regarded as a woman because of Merlin's magic, the public opinion caused by dressing up like this is quite explosive. 】

[But at the same time, you also realize that this is a manifestation of Artoria's determination. 】

[She may be determined to meet you tonight. 】

Ian felt a little complicated at the moment.

As the preserver of Artoria's last emotion, he understood that all this was the passion she should have had at this age.

It was only because he had been burdened with such a heavy fate that he became like this.

"Artoria..."

Before Ian could finish speaking, the other party had already revealed his true feelings.

"Mr. Ian, you really don't want to see me, right?"

Arturia lowered her head.

The girl's hands are clasped together, as a sign of sadness.

"I know this, so I won't force anything."

"I came here to tell you that it's okay not to meet you tonight. I have no other intention."

"..."