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

Ian felt something touched his heart.

The whirlpool that had barely calmed down began to surge again.

"Mr. Ian, I'm done."

Artoria finished announcing her death sentence in a low voice.

"Then I won't disturb you anymore. I wish you a sweet dream."

The sad girl walked past Ian, and her golden high ponytail seemed to droop because of the sadness.

When they were about to separate, Ian stretched out his hand and held her.

"Don't leave yet, Artoria."

"Since you're here, let's chat for a while."

Arturia immediately turned around, her delicate face already filled with uncontrollable grievance.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl hugged Ian tightly and buried her cheek into that extremely strong chest.

Ian looked at her like this, hesitated for a while, and then reached out his hand and gently stroked her back, comforting her silently.

to be frank--

This is a very risky move.

If anyone saw King Lot and the future heir to the throne hugging each other at the door of the princess's room.

The next day in Camelot, even the ants on the ground were probably discussing this matter.

but--

There will always be times when people take risks.

What's more, for a girl who entrusts her final feelings to him?

Fortunately, luck did not give up on the two of them.

There was no one else on the quiet corridor.

Arturia gradually calmed down.

She let go of Ian, took a few steps back, and whispered with a slightly red face.

"Mr. Ian, thank you."

"Your embrace is so warm."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "That's good."

"..."

"..."

A moment of silence.

Arturia was unwilling to accept this silence.

She looked at the door next to her and took the initiative to bring up a new topic.

"Well, she shouldn't be here now, right?"

"Not really."

"That--"

Artoria reached out and touched the door.

"Mr. Ian, can I go in and have a look?"

"Ah?" Ian's eyebrows trembled.

"I don't mean anything else!" Artoria waved her hands quickly, "I... just want to see what it's like where you usually live!"

"If it doesn't work, please treat it as if I didn't say it!"

[You realize this is a major turning point in your life. 】

[According to common sense, you should never let Arturia enter this room. 】

[But at this moment, you realize a despicable possibility in her wish. 】

[That is Morgan's long-cherished wish for the throne. Can it be silently implanted in Arturia's trust in her at this time? 】

[Weighing it again and again, you decided not to give up this possibility. 】

[You know that you even look down upon yourself when you look like this. 】

[But for the sake of Morgan’s throne, you will do whatever it takes. 】

[You opened the door and brought Artoria inside. 】

[You know there will be something even more out of bounds next. 】

"Is this where you usually rest, Mr. Ian?"

Arturia looked at everything around her curiously.

"But why do they all belong to her?"

"Because this is not my room to begin with." Ian explained, "naturally there won't be too many of my things."

"That--"

Artoria sat on the edge of the bed and swayed her feet slightly.

"Mr. Ian can come to my room next time."

"I can put a lot of your things there."

"..."

Ian gave a false smile.

"Well, I know, let's try it if we have the chance."

Hearing this, Artoria's dark green eyes suddenly became a little more starry.

There was a little more caution in her eyes that she should have at this age - although Ian could see it at a glance.

"Mr. Ian!"

Artoria patted the bed next to her - that was actually Morgan's bed.

"Can you sit over here?"

"..."

Ian didn't say anything and just sat there as she asked.

But as soon as he sat down, Artoria's hand came over.

It's a bit similar to Morgan, but a little softer.

"Mr. Ian, do you remember the promise you made?"

"You said...you want me to know how to become a girl."

Looking at the hand on the back of his hand, Ian hesitated for a moment, and then answered:

"Well, of course I remember."

"That--"

"Mr. Ian, I have some ideas. Can you try it with me?"

As soon as Ian nodded, Artoria leaned up.

The soft lips pressed against the mouth of this man who was much older than him with a bit of shyness.

But she didn't feel flinched because of this. On the contrary, she was much more proactive than before.

She took the hand that she had just held for a while and moved closer to the top of her white dress step by step.

That was the part she had to keep hidden.

bumped into--

The slowly grasping fingers were proof that the girl had succeeded.

Arturia fell into unprecedented happiness.

but--

This happiness did not last long.

Because Ian quickly moved his hand away and ended the kiss between the two.

He looked at her silently, and it took him a long time to say one sentence:

"Artoria, are you imitating Morgan?"

"Eh?!"

been seen through.

And he saw it through without reservation.

Artoria was indeed imitating Morgan's movements.

She didn't know how to become the girl in Ian's heart.

Then choose to imitate.

Now that I have witnessed Ian's intoxication on Morgan.

As long as you follow it, there will always be a good result, right?

"Mr. Ian, listen to my explanation!"

Having been seen through, Artoria panicked and wanted to explain everything to Ian.

But he rubbed Artoria's head and replied:

"No need to explain."

"Artoria, I know what you are thinking."

"But I think you should also understand that blind imitation has no meaning. It is the same as swordsmanship. You must take the step of understanding yourself before you can truly master it."

"But--"

Arturia lowered her head.

"I don't know what to do to make sense."

"It's ok."

Ian stood up.

"You'll know soon enough."

[You walk towards the place where the wine is. 】

[You pick up an exquisite glass and fill it with fine wine. 】

[The purple liquid surface swayed in the cup, creating ripples in circles. The fragrance filled the air, as if the whole room had fallen into a sea of ​​flowers. 】

[You take the glass of wine and return to Artoria. 】

In front of the girl, Ian took a sip of wine.

He shrugged, and then said to Artoria:

"Want to try it?"

"This is wine made from the best grapes in Camelot."

"it is good."

After Artoria answered, she took the wine glass from Ian's hand.

She turned the glass little by little so that the spot where Ian had just drank was facing her.