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

"Mr. Ian, I understand, I'm leaving now."

However, despite saying this, the girl discovered something embarrassing.

She can't get up.

The consciousness is obviously still very clear, but the limbs cannot use any strength.

"..."

"..."

"Mr. Ian, please let me try again!"

Arturia, who felt Ian's gaze, was still trying hard - but the result was predictable.

Seeing her like this, Ian hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked up the blond girl.

"Mr. Ian, this is..."

"Do not be afraid."

Ian looked at the petite girl in his arms.

"If you have the courage to come here, I will naturally have the courage to send you back."

Hearing this, Artoria said nothing more.

She snuggled into the other person's arms and nodded.

Under the long corridor illuminated by the moonlight, the two walked in silence. This was not a long road, but it was definitely not a moment.

click-

The door to Artoria's room opened.

What Ian saw was almost the same decoration as before she arrived.

He suddenly realized that staying in the royal court alone was a lot of pressure for a girl of Artoria's age.

After all, at the end of the day, she only has a very unreliable Merlin by her side.

This guy doesn't care whether she lives or lives.

Ian's silence made Artoria panic.

"Well, Mr. Ian, I didn't mean not to clean up, I just..."

Halfway through her words, she realized that she didn't know how to continue.

Because she really did it on purpose - everything in the Royal Court was too unfamiliar to her.

Whether it's imitating or observing secretly.

In fact, it is essentially because I don’t know what to do.

Merlin and his adoptive father Ector taught him about the overall situation after becoming a king.

But how to smoothly transition into that king - they never mentioned it.

"Artoria, don't be so nervous." Ian reassured the girl, "It's not a big problem if you don't clean up."

"However, I'm afraid one's loneliness cannot be resolved so easily."

"..."

Knowing that her thoughts had been completely guessed by Ian, Arturia lowered her head.

After a long time, she squeezed out a sentence:

"Mr. Ian, am I not worthy of a king?"

"I should be braver, right?"

Ian put Artoria on her bed and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Actually, compared to most people, Artoria, you are brave enough."

"You just haven't gotten used to it yet."

"Then Mr. Ian, how long will it take for me to get used to all this?" Arturia asked back.

"I want to do what you said."

The girl's determination was already in front of her, and Ian knew that this was a unique opportunity.

"Don't worry, Artoria."

"You will do it."

"But before that—"

Ian flicked Artoria's forehead.

"Give me a good rest first."

"Eh--?"

Holding her slightly red forehead, Artoria nodded obediently.

"I see."

"Well, that's it." Ian stood up.

"I'm going back."

"it is good."

Watching Ian leave step by step, when he walked to the door of the room, Arturia seemed to have remembered something and spoke again.

"That, Mr. Ian!"

"What's wrong?" Ian turned around.

"Mr. Ian..."

Arturia used all her strength to hold her belly, looking very embarrassed.

"I actually don't hate this way of drinking, so...can I continue next time?"

"..."

Ian smiled slightly.

"I see."

click.

The door closed softly.

Arturia's hand slid down little by little, then entered, touching the wine that had not yet subsided.

It was an icy cold feeling, but at this moment, there was a warmth in the girl's heart.

Do you like this method or not?

I probably don’t like it.

but--

Arturia recalled that shameful scene.

And in the process, there was an interested look from Ian.

She found that she didn't seem to hate it all that much.

What kind of wine will you taste next time?

The girl actually thought about such things in her dream.

[You return to your and Morgan's room. 】

[Morgan seems to have gone to bed. 】

[You were about to go to bed quietly, but you found that things were far from calm. 】

As soon as Ian lay down, Morgan's voice floated over from the pillow.

"Ian, where have you been?"

A very calm voice, not even a little bit undulating.

But Ian knew that the more Morgan acted like this, the more her true attitude would deviate in the opposite direction.

There is no point in cheating.

So--

Just make it a little clearer.

"My Lady, I'm going to take Arturia back to her room."

"what?"

Morgan rolled over.

The blue eyes as deep as the ocean actually bloomed with dark light.

"Ian, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say that you would swear allegiance to me for the rest of your life?"

"Your Majesty the Queen."

Ian reached out and hugged Morgan.

"It is because I pledge allegiance to you that I choose to do this."

"In fact, during the time you were studying magic, I have expressed to her the idea that she can get rid of Vortigern."

Morgan's eyes tightened slightly.

The originally obvious black light gradually faded away.

"What do you mean, are you urging her?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ian nodded without hesitation.

"Then she won't doubt your opinion?"

"She obviously hasn't become the king yet."

"Perhaps, but her enthusiasm must be much stronger than I imagined."

"as well as--"

Ian looked at the wine glass still on the bedside.

"Your wine also played a wonderful role in this process."

[Your explanation makes the situation in the room more reasonable. 】

[Morgan finally believed you, but she had other problems. 】

"Did she sit on our bed?" Morgan asked coldly.

"Yes, my lady."

Ian doesn't hide it.

“It may also be one of the secrets of the success of this conversation.”

"But she's already in bed—"

Morgan stared at Ian.

"Are you really just talking to her?"

"Knight, don't let me find out that you have an ulterior motive with your spear."

"My Lady, if you don't believe it."

Ian raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I would like to be inspected by you."