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

"What's that look in your eyes? Don't you want to see me do this?"

"No." Ian shook his head, "It's just that I remember that the princess said you didn't want to see Artoria coming."

"I don't know how long the meeting will be. It may be quite a torturous process for you."

"..."

Morgan held Ian's hand tightly.

"Then I'm going too!"

"Okay." Ian never stopped Morgan from doing anything.

"My Lady, please come with me. It would be an honor for me."

"Well, you'll understand."

[You promised Morgan. 】

【You and her go to the place set by Artoria. 】

[Along the way, you can feel Morgan exerting force on your hand. 】

[You can feel that she seems a little nervous. 】

creak.

The heavy wooden door slowly opened.

Ian and Morgan arrived at the location where the round table meeting was being held.

Artoria did not place it on the throne.

The reason is simple - she hopes that when the round table conference is held, every knight participating can regard themselves as a member of the knights, not as a superior king.

Now, Artoria is sitting in the middle of the round table

She had already put on the clothes that a king should wear, and she looked so majestic that no one could realize that she was actually still young.

When she saw Ian and Morgan appearing at the same time, she frowned slightly, but quickly returned to her usual calm.

"Why did you two appear at the same time?"

"Sir Ian, I think I should have told you that I only invited you, right? Was there a fallacy in what the servant conveyed?"

Morgan looked at Artoria with eyes full of resentment.

Ian knew that if she opened her mouth, the complexity of the matter would probably rise to another level.

Thinking of this, he started to explain:

"King of Knights, there is nothing wrong with the message conveyed by the servant. You indeed only invited me."

"but--"

Ian took Morgan's hand.

"As my wife, she's a little bit interested in that."

"So I beg you, Wang, to make an exception and let her witness this round table meeting with us."

Morgan was naturally unconvinced.

But she also knew that there was no need for her to get emotional in this situation.

"..."

"I understand." Artoria nodded, "Then-"

"Just give special permission to the onlookers this time."

"But I have something to say first. Those who enter the round table should follow round table etiquette. If you are offended, don't blame me for being rude."

"That's natural."

"Yes." Artoria agreed.

"Qing Ian, please sit over here."

"Today is not a specific roundtable meeting, but just an inspection of the candidates recommended by Qing Gahoris and Gao Wenqing."

"..."

Ian hesitated for a while, nodded, and then sat next to Artoria as she requested.

Morgan sat on the other side of him very naturally.

then--

Ian was directly sandwiched between Morgan and Artoria.

of course.

From the other person's perspective, it's just that they sit on the same side.

But Ian, who was deeply involved in it, still felt an inexplicable pressure.

"Let Bedivere come in." Arturia said.

"Yes."

As the Knight King issued such an order, the door opened again.

This time it was a young man who came in.

He has silver hair and light green eyes. He has a tall and straight figure and looks very energetic.

"King Arthur, and all of you, it is an honor to meet you."

The young man said hello very politely.

"I am Bedivere. I came here specifically because I admire the reputation of the Knight King. I hope to join the Knight King's command and raise the sword for Camelot."

[Bedwell’s first impression is indeed good. 】

[Both you and Artoria can feel the qualities that knights need in him. 】

[As the King of Knights, Artoria got involved with him - the scope of the discussion was very broad, including but not limited to military, agriculture and other aspects. 】

[This is an extremely comprehensive assessment that cannot be handled by ordinary people. 】

[You know now is not your time to speak. 】

[You decide to wait for now. 】

[But Morgan on the side doesn’t seem to want to just leave you idle like this. 】

"Ian, this is indeed a long and boring process."

While maintaining a dignified appearance, Morgan spoke calmly to Ian beside him.

"Do you think so too?"

"Boring repetition is also a code that knights must follow." Ian explained, "My Lady, maybe you can leave early and I will explain it to her for you."

"Oh--?"

Morgan gave an unpleasant smile.

"Ian, do you want me to leave quickly so that I can be alone with that woman later?"

"..."

"My Lady, I didn't mean that. I just don't want to see you feel uncomfortable because of boredom."

"Yes, I really don't want to waste my time on boring things."

"so--"

Morgan slipped a hand under the cloth.

These are red tablecloths specially cut for the round table. Their area is much larger than the round table itself. After hanging down from the edge, the excess part can almost touch the ground.

salad salad.

The fabric on the edge of the table swayed slightly like a snake passing through grass.

Suddenly.

Ian's whole body trembled.

He glanced down.

"My Lady, what are you doing..."

"Shh-"

Morgan smiled and made a gesture with his other hand in front of his lips.

"Isn't it more fun now?"

"Or are you unwilling to provide me with pleasure in this way?"

"..."

"I understand."

Morgan today is no longer the princess she was when they first met.

Just like Ian fully understands how the spear can serve his princess, Morgan also understands the weakness of his knight.

She is still a master in handling Ian's weapons.

What's more, under such unilaterally forced circumstances.

"You're vulnerable, Ian."

Morgan's hand in the darkness gently pressed something.

"What do you think would happen if I defeated you here?"

"My Lady, I believe you will not do this."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Morgan looked at Arturia who was still talking in the distance and Bedivere in front of her.

"Don't you think it would be interesting to mess up this so-called round table?"

"..."

"Ian, it seems you don't think so."

"No." Ian shook his head, "My Lady, I just think you might be angry right now to say something like this."

"I was wondering if there was another possibility to solve this problem."

"Well, it does exist."

Morgan held his chin with one hand, and with the other hand in the dark, he pressed something on the chair and rubbed it from side to side.

"It depends on whether you can find it or not."

[You know this is Morgan's cue. 】

[For her to say this, it means that this possibility must be realized, and it will be realized in the simplest way. 】

[Then - the answer is obvious. 】

The hanging cloth of the round table once again penetrated the winding snake.

This time, it was Morgan's turn to tremble.

"Knight, it seems you are quite smart."

"My lady, the hint you gave me is reasonable."

"only--"

Ian looked at Arturia, who was nodding frequently not far away.

"I think it would be better if we wait until we get back to your dormitory to do this?"

"Do not."

Morgan dismissed Ian's claim.