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

grumbling-

His throat vibrated.

Arturia took a sip of wine.

This was the first time she indulged herself like this.

After all, her adoptive father Ector did not allow her to do this when she was in the village.

Although wine is delicious, it is also poison that paralyzes the knight.

but--

Artoria looked at the man in front of her.

In front of him, it doesn't matter, right?

"Does the wine taste okay?" Ian's voice sounded.

"Very, very good!"

Arturia answered hurriedly.

“It’s such a pleasure to be able to taste such good wine from Mr. Ian!”

"That's good."

Ian touched Artoria's cheek, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

He knew he was doing something pretty mean.

But now that it's over, there's no turning back.

"Artoria, do you know you look cute now?"

"Have it?"

The girl's face turned red after being praised in this way, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the result of being too drunk or having a surging heart.

"some."

Ian put the wine glass on the round table beside the bed, turned around, and with a little force, he pushed Arturia down on the bed very easily.

He towered over her and spoke in an incomprehensible tone:

"Artoria, if it's just that promise, it's not as complicated as you think."

"As long as you realize you don't have to be tough on everything, that's a good start."

"Just like now, in my eyes, you are a complete girl."

"Is that so?"

Artoria's eyes were already a little confused.

"Mr. Ian...I seem to understand what to do."

"Ah That's good."

"And -" Ian's eyes were filled with some impure purpose.

"Artoria, after you inherit the position of king, you will definitely taste this better wine."

"So there is no need to be surprised."

"But, Mr. Ian."

Arturia looked at him above.

“To me, the wine you taste is the most delicious wine.”

"No." Ian shook his head, "Artoria, you can't think like that."

"There's a lot that I haven't touched, and you have to shoulder the responsibilities that you have to face and deal with the enemies that this country has to face."

"Mr. Ian, do you want me to kill enemies for you?"

"Not just for me, but for all of Camelot."

Ian knew that of course he was not that righteous.

He is just a despicable person, a lustful man who covets the body of the princess.

He hid his purpose within Camelot's purpose, making everything appear natural and reasonable.

But after saying these words, Ian also discovered a trace of the knight's soul remaining in his soul.

Is this starting to waver again?

It must not be like this.

In my heart, I can only have Morgan.

"Artoria, can you understand what I mean?" he said.

[Altoria, who is lying on Morgan's bed, looks at you with a slightly red face. 】

[You don’t know what her silence means—see through you?Or is he refusing to admit such a thing? 】

[Fortunately, this situation did not last long. 】

[She answered. 】

"I understand, Mr. Ian."

Arturia hugged Ian's neck.

Compared to Morgan's lustful look, she has more of the innocence unique to her age.

Because I like him, I put my arms around each other’s neck.

"I will definitely bring victory back to Camelot."

"But before that, you will always stay with me, right?"

Ian didn't answer, just smiled.

It was absolutely impossible for him to swear an oath to anyone other than Morgan easily.

But this smile was enough to create an illusion for Artoria.

"Thank you, Mr. Ian."

"This way, I have more courage."

"By the way, Mr. Ian."

Arturia, who was lying on the bed, looked at the wine glass on the round table beside her - it still contained more than half a glass of mellow liquid.

"Let's drink it all."

"This is the first time I've come into contact with that smell, and I can't seem to forget it."

"Then in this case——"

Ian reached out and picked up the wine glass, shaking it gently.

The wine swirled in his hand, forming a small vortex.

"Artoria, do you want to try another way of drinking?"

"Another way to drink?"

"Ah."

Ian put one hand on the girl's leg wrapped in white stockings.

"Wine doesn't necessarily only go in through the mouth."

"Since you like this taste so much, a more intimate contact would be a better choice, right?"

Arturia's face turned red, but then she turned her face away and nodded shyly.

"Mr. Ian, then do as you say."

The white skirt was gently twisted by the girl like a flower.

The pure garden fence touches the ethereal and dustless glass, leaving a small path.

The purple wine swayed and finally poured out.

They flow towards the depths of the garden like streams, as if they want to retain all the mellow fragrance here.

Before long, there would be a completely drunk girl in Morgan's bed.

This is the best container for fine wine.

Opened for a little longer.

Before the reward.

Monthly ticket/recommendation ticket/reward/blade: 310/6176/16.23w/124.

After offering a reward.

月票/推荐票/打赏/刀片：547（+237）/8939（+2763）/16.23w（+500）/124（96）。

Around the 11th update.

In the future, the reward will be completed with a chapter quota of 4 words per chapter.

The humble author stayed on 2023.08.21.

67. The princess’s intuition is always particularly sensitive ([-] words chapter)

The wine glass was finally empty.

Arturia also seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed on the bed.

This was the first time she had tasted wine, and the first time she had drank so much wine.

The girl felt that her legs were shaking and she couldn't exert any force at all.

The extremely sweet wine seemed to overflow at any time on this bed that did not belong to her.

"How are you feeling?"

Feeling Ian's safe hand caressing her forehead, Arturia heard her heart beating.

"It's okay." She replied shyly.

"Cool and full."

"is it?"

"what about now?"

Ian stretched out his hand and gently squeezed Artoria's slightly bulging belly from top to bottom.

Artoria's originally calm pupils suddenly widened a bit.

Her legs were trembling, and there were tears in her eyes—a sign that she was trying her best to suppress her performance.

"E, Mr. Ian, please stop! If you do this again, I... won't be able to bear it."

Seeing Arturia like this, Ian stopped in time.

"Sorry, it seems I made you drink a little too much."

Hearing this, Artoria quickly shook her head.

"Nothing."

"I drank so much willingly."

"Well... Anyway, that's it for today."

Ian put it very tactfully.

Naturally, Artoria would not fail to understand the meaning.