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

"Ian, you don't have to work so hard."

"You obviously know that I don't love you at all, don't you?"

"My dear princess, you also know that even so, I will always love you, don't you?"

After hearing this, Morgan seemed to want to say something more, but finally suppressed it.

"...What a hopelessly stupid knight."

[You and Morgan return to the room. 】

[She is very tired. 】

[After you lay on the bed and chatted for a while, she fell asleep. 】

[You understand that today is the most tiring day in her life. 】

[This strengthens your determination. 】

[Despicable you know that you have to start executing the plan in your heart no matter what. 】

【Date a girl to make her shy. 】

[You know this is your last choice. 】

Ian covered Morgan next to him with a quilt and got up.

He left the two people's room, then walked out of the royal court and came to the street outside.

Because of the knight's canonization ceremony, the people of Camelot were in a state of joy.

As the chief knight, Ian naturally received special favors.

However, he was not at all intoxicated by the compliments that came towards him.

After all, these compliments came from Artoria, and he hoped to hear another name one day.

under the sunset.

Ian asked Gawain who was also greatly praised for being given the position of knight.

"Gawain, if your mother comes to see me, just tell me that I have something to do and will be back soon."

"Okay, my lord father, I understand."

Looking at Ian's retreating figure, Gawain felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.

He always felt that his father seemed to be on a path of no return.

only--

On a day like today, it’s better to think in a better direction.

[You left the lively streets of Camelot. 】

[You have returned to the royal court. 】

[You avoided the sight of everyone in the royal court just like you did when you had an affair with Morgan a long time ago. 】

[You come to the door that Morgan has brought you to twice - this is also the place where you receive the knighthood. 】

[You know what is behind the door, and you also know that once you open the door, there is no turning back. 】

Ian suddenly wanted to laugh.

He was not laughing at anyone else, but at himself.

Arturia's girlish body is so pure and flawless, a rare treasure.

His hands were actually shaking now.

Way back?

Isn’t there already no turning back?

What are you worried about?What are you afraid of again?

Can't you just push the door open?

Ian stretched out his hand, only to find that the short distance between his hand and the door was so far away, as if he could never reach it in his lifetime.

It's just that everything seems to be tied to the rolling wheel.

I saw the thick door slowly opening, and half of my head poked out from inside.

"Mr. Ian, it is indeed you!"

The girl's smile is so sweet, like the sunshine shining on the land of Britain.

Even when night falls, it shines like the day.

[Artoria brings you in. 】

[Looking at everything in front of you, you feel a sense of trance that you haven't seen for a long time. 】

[But the girl is not aware of the changes in your heart. 】

[She only thinks you are sick. 】

"Mr. Ian?"

Arturia, who was wearing a white dress, stood on tiptoes and waved in front of Ian.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Nothing." Ian came back to his senses and lied.

“I just think it’s a completely different feeling coming here at night than coming here during the day.”

"That's for sure..."

Arturia looked embarrassed with her hands behind her back.

"Normally, no one is allowed here at night."

"but--"

Arturia raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

"Since Mr. Ian wants to meet here, let's make some changes!"

"I am already the king of Camelot, and I have the right to make such a decision!"

The girl said it very easily.

But Ian knew that Artoria must have struggled countless times in private before she found such a reason to convince herself.

"Well, Mr. Ian..."

"Eh, what's wrong?"

"How was my performance today?"

Arturia's toes gently made circular motions on the floor of the throne room.

"Did it disappoint you?"

"..."

Ian put on a false smile and gently stroked Artoria's head.

"You performed very well, flawlessly, and there was nothing wrong with you."

"Really?!"

Arturia seemed very happy to be praised.

"Sure enough, as long as Mr. Ian helps, I won't be nervous at all!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl realized that this seemed like something she shouldn't have said so boldly.

She took Ian's hands.

"Anyway, thank you very much, Mr. Ian."

After saying these words, Ian felt a little burden on his chest.

She buried her head in it again.

[You realize that Artoria is in her most emotional state now. 】

[This is also the best moment for litigation to be mean. 】

[You recalled Morgan’s painful look and quickly made up your mind. 】

[You know it's time to be a jerk. 】

Ian took a deep breath, then lowered his head and kissed Artoria in his arms.

The girl resisted a little at first, but soon became his prisoner and was extremely obedient.

for a while.

After confirming that the other party had completely sunk, he slowly let go of his mouth.

"Mr. Ian..."

Arturia's face turned slightly red after being kissed by Ian for the first time.

She seemed to have a lot to say.

"Shh-"

Ian made a quiet gesture in front of his mouth.

"Now is not the time to make noise."

"Well..." Artoria covered her mouth and nodded.

Looking at the girl who didn't dare to act rashly, Ian hugged her waist again and continued.

"The wine, are you still there?"

Hearing this question, Artoria's face turned red again.

She did not answer the question directly, but used her actions to tell everything.

She twisted the hem of her dress and showed her answer shyly.

under the moonlight.

Ian saw the wine kept by the girl.

It's incredibly pure, yet at the same time has an alluring scent.

One end of the cork is slightly exposed, and it probably doesn't take much effort to pull it out from the mouth of the wine.

Even though you can't see what's inside the wine vessel, it's probably still a fine wine.

Ian knew now was the perfect time.

He leaned towards Artoria's ear and whispered to her:

"The wine seems to smell better."

"Artoria, can I have a taste?"

The girl's pupils widened slightly, but soon turned into willing shame.

"If it's Mr. Ian -"

"That's fine."

Ian felt that his heart seemed to be touched again.

But he knew that now was not the time to be shaken.

He had to take this despicable step.

Ian carried the girl to the throne.

Nothing seems to have changed.

But Ian knew that what he was thinking was completely different.

Arturia lay on the throne and showed the man in front of her the wine that she had been collecting all day.