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

"Gawain and the others have already become members of the Knights, why do they want you to join too?!"

Ian was not surprised at all by Morgan's reaction.

Or should I say that if she didn't have such a reaction, it would actually make herself a little uncomfortable.

"My Lady, although this request is a bit excessive, if we don't agree to her, our entire plan may stagnate at this step."

"but--"

"If you really don't want to, then I'll reject her now."

"..."

Morgan was silent.

Ian knew she was thinking about what she had just said.

After a long time, the aloof princess finally said a word softly.

"Ian, do you still love me?"

"Of course I love you, my lady."

"That--"

Morgan's expression looked like he had made some kind of decision that was hard to let go of.

"Just do as you say."

"But you'd better remember that you said you loved me."

"Of course, my lady."

"My love for you is eternal."

[Morgan finally agreed to all this. 】

[You know that comes from the obsession with the throne. 】

[Now that the matter has come to this, there is no way she will give up no matter what. 】

[You found that you were actually expecting her to reject your move to join the Knights, but the result was the opposite. 】

[But this is not bad - at least we can fight for the throne for Morgan at all costs as promised. 】

[Time gradually heals the tangle in your heart. 】

[This day is the day when Artoria is officially awarded the title of king. 】

[And Morgan asked you to get up early in the morning to provide her with pleasure, and she didn't choose to stop until she felt satisfied. 】

"Your Majesty the Queen."

Ian asked while waiting for the naked Morgan to get dressed.

"Although I know I shouldn't question your choice, it will be the king's investiture ceremony later."

"Isn't this a little bad?"

"It's precisely because it's the king's investiture ceremony that I have to do this."

Morgan got dressed and combed her hair in front of the mirror.

"Not openly opposing her directly is the limit of my tolerance."

"Why don't you let me participate in the ceremony like this?"

"..."

Ian knew that Morgan was in a mood, so he said nothing more.

He hugged Morgan and said softly.

"My Lady, please be patient for a little longer, and you will definitely sit there."

"Ian, I'm in so much pain."

"My Lady, I know."

While the two were lingering in front of the mirror, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Ian shouted at the untimely interruption outside the door.

"it's me……"

A weak voice came, it was the little maid in the royal court.

"Lord King Lot, the King of Knights wants to talk to you about something."

"..."

Ian looked at Morgan, who showed off his graceful body in the mirror, his eyes looking a little tangled.

"...My Lady the Princess."

"Go." Morgan felt quite calm.

"But Ian, watch your spear for me."

"It should be so, my Lady."

[You left Morgan temporarily. 】

[Led by the little maid, you arrived at the door of Artoria's room. 】

[You feel that something is a little bit wrong. 】

"Sir Ian, I'll take my leave now."

"Well, let's go."

After watching the little maid go away, Ian hesitated for a while, and finally knocked on the door.

He didn't know what was waiting for him behind the door.

But he knew he had to do it.

"who is it?"

Arturia's cold voice came.

She has always had this unapproachable tone in front of outsiders.

"it's me."

When she heard it was Ian, Artoria suddenly seemed like a different person.

"Please wait for me!"

Several minutes passed before the door slowly opened a crack.

But even if it was just a gap, it was enough for Ian to see her behind the door - that was Artoria putting on a white dress.

After confirming that there was no one else, she said happily:

"Mr. Ian, please come in!"

[Artoria brings you into the room. 】

[And the moment you saw the decoration in the house, you were once again surprised from the bottom of your heart. 】

[Because this is really wrong. 】

"Artoria, why is the room like this again?"

I saw the same thing as Ian lamented.

Arturia's room has once again undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the last time she came here.

If it was a parody of Morgan's room before, this time it is really her own style - or should be said to be closer to the style of King Uther.

"Because you said it looked weird, so I changed it."

Arturia's face turned red as she stood in front of Ian.

"Mr. Ian, does this still make you feel uncomfortable?"

"...It's okay." Ian said matter-of-factly.

"At least I think this style would be more suitable for you."

"Really?!" Artoria looked very happy.

"That's great!"

But she quickly seemed to remember something, lowered her head and held Ian's hand.

"Mr. Ian, do you know what day today is?"

"..."

Hearing this, Ian's heart skipped a beat, but he still had a hypocritical smile on his face.

"This is the moment when you draw your sword and it comes true."

"Congratulations, Artoria."

"Well..." Artoria blushed.

"But Mr. Ian, I'm actually a little nervous."

"so--"

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Well, Artoria, you should know that there are some things that are not suitable for me to do."

"Of course I know." Artoria replied quickly.

"So this matter will definitely not bring you any trouble, Mr. Ian!"

Ian became a little confused.

"Then in that case - what exactly is going on?"

"Mr. Ian, the wine tasting method you asked me to try last time was really interesting."

"so……"

Arturia blushed slightly, stretched out her hand and lifted the white cloth on the table next to her.

I saw several bottles of wine with corks on them.

The girl slowly sat on the edge of the bed and shyly twisted the hem of her dress.

"Mr. Ian, I want to complete this ceremony with the Camelot wine you prepared."

"..."

Ian was forced to become a bartender - and he had no reason to say no.

Fortunately, he had some knowledge in this area because of Morgan, and the wine provided by Artoria was also of the highest quality.

Several kinds of wine are mixed in the most perfect container, and the clear liquid reverberates in small vortexes, inducing a mellow aroma.

Ian finally understood why winemakers are always particularly obsessed with wine vessels.

This kind of container that can completely melt the wine together is not easy to get.

but--

The girl's capacity seems to be a little full, and it may overflow as the body shakes later.

But Ian also has countermeasures.

Under Artoria's warm and acquiescent gaze, he picked up the cork that had been washed away by the wine.

"Artoria, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

"Um……"

The girl's legs were shaking slightly.