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

"But--"

Ian looked at the decorations in the room.

"Isn't this too similar?"

"Um……"

Arturia lowered her head, looking a little embarrassed.

"I think you'd like it more if it was like this, Mr. Ian - it would allow you to stay longer."

"..."

Listening to these words, Ian felt his heart being stabbed.

This most innocent girlish emotion is what Artoria should have had.

"is it?"

Ian smiled and touched Artoria's head.

"Then I can only say that the effect is not very good...at least I feel a little strange now."

"Eh?!"

Hearing this, Artoria immediately became nervous.

"Then I'll clean it up now!"

"No need." Ian stopped Artoria, "It's not completely unacceptable."

"But Artoria, you called me here, didn't you just want me to take a look at this?"

"..."

Arturia lowered her head.

"Mr. Ian, you don't seem to want to stay with me..."

"It's not that I don't want to be with you."

Ian lifted Artoria's head and asked her to look at him.

"But you have more important things to do."

"Artoria, Camelot needs to be changed urgently."

[Artoria understands what you mean. 】

[Unlike the feeling of pressure from Merlin, your words are more like encouragement in her ears. 】

[She nodded and pulled you to sit on the bed. 】

[You realize that she does have something important to discuss with you. 】

"Mr. Ian."

Artoria took out the Sword in the Stone.

"I actually have an idea, I don't know if it's reasonable or not."

It felt like Artoria had become a lot more serious, and Ian changed accordingly.

"Then tell me what you think first."

"that is--"

The girl tightened her grip on the holy sword that symbolized the throne.

"There are too many knights in Camelot. If we measure them with the same value during battle, I think it will definitely affect the direction of decision-making."

Ian is not stupid.

He quickly understood the hidden meaning of Artoria's words.

"Artoria, do you want to say that you want to rank the knights?"

"Of course it's not about ranking." Artoria shook her head quickly.

"Anyone who is willing to fight for this country is equal."

"but--"

Artoria's eyes became sharper.

"When fighting, there are always sacrifices that need to be made."

"In order to achieve ultimate victory, we need to make choices."

"..."

Ian gasped.

The girlish appearance of Artoria in front of him almost made him forget the changes that took place after she pulled out the Sword in the Stone.

Ruthless, but utterly efficient.

It is the driving force behind the advancement of the entire Kingdom of Camelot.

This is the yoke that comes with being a king.

Although to a certain extent, this is consistent with Artoria's original idea of ​​"finding a suitable method within her own ability".

After all, cruel methods are also methods - this is the same as his own path.

But Ian always felt that Artoria like this would be backlashed sooner or later.

but--

That's not something you can control yourself.

Now that the matter has come to this, all that needs to be done is to deal with the current problem.

"I understand, what you said does make sense."

"But, Artoria, what exactly do you plan to do?"

"I want to form a knighthood." Artoria said. "In this way, we can gather the elites of Camelot."

[This is a very reasonable idea. 】

[You realize that although Artoria is a girl, she has not fallen behind in the education she should receive as a rising king. 】

【She has many considerations of her own. 】

[You can feel that while she is offering you the unique passion of a girl, she is also actively shouldering that heavy responsibility. 】

[She seems to have the same obsession with the throne. 】

"Hmm...that's indeed a good idea."

"But--"

Ian smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Artoria, why do you ask me about this kind of thing?"

"Because I think your opinion, Mr. Ian, is very important." Arturia answered the question straightforwardly.

"So I want to know what you think."

"as well as--"

"Those knights you recognize as worthy of this responsibility."

"..."

[You realize that Artoria's feelings for you seem to be spreading to other things. 】

[She started to refer to your opinion on other things. 】

[You don’t know if this is a good opportunity. 】

[But you, being despicable, will never miss any possibility. 】

"Then Artoria, can you give me some time to prepare?"

Ian replied.

"I think it is necessary for me to sort out this aspect before I can give a relatively appropriate answer."

"Yeah." Arturia nodded.

"No problem, I'll be waiting for your opinion."

After the girl said these words, she raised her head and gently left a kiss on the man's face.

"Mr. Ian, this is a thank you gift for your trouble."

"..."

[With moist heat on your face, you left Artoria's room. 】

[The scene that came out was seen by some maids. 】

[You are already very prestigious, but you have received the strange compliment of having a charm that even men can conquer. 】

[But you don’t care about this. 】

[You just want to report to Morgan the news that Artoria has formed a knighthood. 】

"My Lady, this is probably the situation."

Ian reported the news to Morgan.

"..."

Morgan was silent for a while before speaking again:

"So Ian, are you going to stop this?"

"No." Ian shook his head, "If that were the case, I would raise it with her immediately."

"My Lady, I think you will have a better idea like me and come back to report."

The corners of Morgan's mouth raised a slight arc.

"Ian, are you trying to say that you know me well?"

Ian shook his head.

"of course not."

"I just know that you, the Queen, will choose a more valuable path."

"Oh?"

Morgan crossed his arms and looked interested.

"Then you should tell me what the more valuable path is."

"If you can't tell me, I'll make you kneel by the bed tonight."

This sounds like a pretty cruel punishment.

But Ian wasn't nervous at all - he was fully confident in his answer.

"My Lady, you are a wise person."

"Rather than spending energy to destroy the establishment of the Knights, I think you are more willing to see this Knights being used by you."

"And if we think about it based on this idea——"

Ian looked at Morgan in front of him with a look of victory in his eyes.

"The choice for the Cavaliers was already obvious."

"That's Gawain and the others."

A faint smile flashed across Morgan's face - a sign that Ian had answered correctly.

"Ian, it seems you worked really hard not to kneel beside the bed."

Ian smiled slightly.

"I can't miss the opportunity to sleep with the Queen, right?"