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

Arturia looked up at Ian, smiled slightly, and did not continue.

"It's nothing."

"However, Mr. Ian..."

The girl's legs trembled slightly.

"No wine tasting today?"

"I... specially sent people to get a lot of different wines!"

"..."

Ian realized that he had indeed made Artoria develop strange habits.

But what's wrong with that?

The king who is only played by himself is the best puppet.

"Of course I want to taste it."

Ian stroked Artoria's long golden hair.

"But I have to try a new way."

"A new way?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded and wiped the girl's lips.

"I want to see you compete with yourself."

Arturia, who understood, turned her face slightly.

"Well...Mr. Ian, I understand."

[It turns out not all drinks are created at the same rate. 】

[Instead of letting the wine flow down her throat, Arturia is better at the method you taught her. 】

[But no matter what, she drank enough wine. 】

[But she doesn’t want to miss every moment alone with you. 】

[So she was drunk and held on until dawn before falling asleep. 】

[You covered her with a quilt, tidied up everything in the room, and then hid the white dress in the closet for her, while leaving Wang's dress on her bedside. 】

[You kissed her, and then took advantage of the last bit of darkness before sunrise to leave. 】

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

[You find her sitting there directly this time. 】

[But you are not surprised - after all, it was similar last time. 】

"Ian, where have you been?"

Morgan looked at the knight who came back near sunrise, with a hint of blame in his tone.

And Ian said very frankly:

"My Lady, I spent the night at Artoria's place."

"you!"

Morgan's eyes widened.

"Why are you going to her again?!"

"Because there is indeed something to discuss."

Ian didn't panic, he sat next to Morgan

"My Lady, I discussed with her the future development of the Knights and the next plans."

"..."

Morgan doesn't doubt Ian's ability to spy.

"Then what did she say?"

"She seems intent on growing the Order to the point where the entire round table can be seated."

"..."

Morgan's eyes turned surprised for a moment.

"Is she crazy? So strange people are not allowed in the Knights?"

"So she plans to let the existing knights do the first round of screening, while she herself will be responsible for the final assessment."

Morgan was silent.

Ian knew that if it were her place, she would probably do things in a similar way.

Arturia's decision-making on this matter is not stupid just because she is a girl.

"My Lady, the key lies behind."

"behind?"

"Yes, the key to this information actually lies in her idea of ​​attacking Vortigern mentioned later."

Morgan is not stupid.

She soon realized the hidden meaning in Ian's words.

"You mean, maybe we can take advantage of this opportunity to do something?"

"Yes." Ian nodded.

"If we can win more Knights of the Round Table in this selection, then we will have enough say whether it is the army fighting abroad or the guards staying in Camelot."

[Morgan didn’t answer you. 】

[But you know from the change in her eyes that she now believes it all. 】

"Ian, is this the result of your hard work all night?"

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

"But why do you smell like alcohol?"

"Because I drank with Artoria - just like last time."

There is no problem.

It wasn't a lie - they were all drinking.

After being silent for a long time, Morgan slowly raised his head and kissed Ian gently.

"Thanks a lot."

"Have a good rest."

"I understand, my lady."

Ian is indeed a little tired - corrupting Artoria is not a simple matter.

What he didn't know was that after he fell asleep, Morgan immediately checked the clothes he had taken off.

She carefully rummaged through every piece of clothing, but found no traces left behind by the joy.

She is experienced and knows that it is impossible to hide the clues afterwards.

This means that he really only entered Artoria's room, but never entered her body.

but--

Is it really?

Morgan smelled the aroma of wine and felt that this was not the case.

She found herself a little scared.

[Morgan has changed. 】

[She started to frequently drag you out in public. 】

【You always kiss in front of many people. 】

[Especially when Artoria appears, her tendency in this regard will become more intense. 】

[The residents of Camelot praised you for your good relationship because of this. 】

[And in private, she has commandeered most of your body's time. 】

[She is constantly squeezing you. 】

[Whenever she has free time, she will push you to the bed. 】

[But what is different from the past is that Morgan is no longer a one-sided enjoyment. 】

[She starts to try some postures that make you more thoughtful - for example, lying half in front of you and shaking her body. 】

[You are a despicable knight who covets her body, so naturally you are successfully seduced every time. 】

"That'll be no problem..."

Morgan thought as he touched the skin of his fingers, feeling the warmth coming from the surface.

As long as he continues like this, he will definitely never be able to find that Arturia again.

Besides, there's nothing wrong with that.

She is his wife in name only - so is there anything wrong with a wife draining all her husband's energy?

Morgan swore in the name of the princess that she would never let him escape from her hands.

"Ian, I order you to move immediately."

"...I understand, my lady."

As soon as Ian's hand touched Morgan's waist, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Then came the voice of the little maid:

"That, Lord Lotor!"

"The King of Knights orders you to go there now!"

"It is said that a new knight is going to meet!"

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"I understand, please tell the King of Knights for me first, and I will come right away!"

"Okay, Lord Lotor."

After the little maid's voice gradually faded away, Ian looked at Morgan, who was biting his lip tightly in front of him, and said apologetically:

"My Lady, you must have heard it, I'm afraid that's the end of it for us now."

"..."

Morgan's hands clutched Ian's clothes tightly.

"Can't you go?"

"Since it is she who ultimately decides whether the knights will join or not, it doesn't make any difference whether you are present or not, right?"

"You are indeed right."

Ian didn't dispute Morgan's words.

"But my lady, she may have something else that I need to weigh - this is of great significance to our plan."

"..."

Morgan turned his face away and spoke again after a while.

"Then I want to go with you."

"..."