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

"Okay, I get it now."

[Gawain and Gareth return to the marching party. 】

[You don’t know what they just talked about. 】

[But you feel that something is not quite right. 】

[Artoria noticed something strange about you. 】

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong?"

Sitting on the horse, she asked worriedly to Ian beside her.

This is a completely different picture from near and far.

If you listen closely, you will know that this is a greeting from a girl.

But a little further away, it feels like a king ordering his subordinates.

"It's nothing." Ian hid his feelings.

"I'm very good."

"..."

The girl was silent for a moment, then continued.

"Mr. Ian."

"Shouldn't it be—"

"Are you so unhappy because I asked you to go on the expedition together?"

"There is no such thing." Ian immediately denied, "Since I have become the chief knight of the Knights of the Round Table, I am naturally obliged to shoulder this responsibility."

"I have no objection to your order."

"really?"

"real."

After confirming it several times, Artoria felt a little relieved.

She holds the horse rope with affectionate eyes.

"Mr. Ian, do you remember this horse?"

"Is it Eaststallion?"

"Eh?!" Artoria's green eyes like a sea of ​​trees revealed a bit of surprise.

"Mr. Ian, you actually remember!"

"Isn't this natural?" Ian smiled slightly, "This is the horse I gave to you. I should remember it both emotionally and rationally, right?"

Hearing this, the girl was a little more moved.

After hesitating for a while, she asked in a low voice:

"Then Mr. Ian, can I understand it this way?"

"you--"

"You actually have me in your heart, right?"

"..."

Ian just smiled and didn't respond.

But it was enough to cause Artoria to misunderstand.

An infinite power emerged from the girl's body.

She raised the sword in the stone, which symbolized the throne, and pointed it at the sky above her head.

"Knights of Camelot!"

"March with me!"

"Oh--!!!"

The king's presence encouraged the knight as always.

But the knights didn't know who was encouraging the king.

[Although she is an innocent girl when she is alone with you, Artoria has not lost all the integrity that a king should have. 】

[With her petite stature, she is more heroic than any knight on the battlefield. 】

[She took the lead and was not afraid of being injured at all. 】

[She even wants to protect you directly behind her. 】

"Mr. Ian, please hide behind me."

The girl named Wang holds the sword in the stone and looks extremely heroic.

No one would doubt that she was not worthy of the title of King of Camelot at this moment.

"I will protect you!"

"I always feel underestimated by you."

Ian pulled out the long sword from his waist.

"Artoria, don't forget that I am also a knight."

"In terms of the speed of killing enemies, I may not be slower than you."

"is it?"

Arturia showed a rare competitive attitude toward Ian.

"Mr. Ian, let's see who kills more enemies!"

"That's what I thought."

After the two made such an agreement, they went straight to kill in two different directions.

[You and Artoria have begun a competition that only the two of you know about. 】

[In this atmosphere, the morale of the knights you lead is high. 】

[That is a devastating trend. 】

"Brother Gawain, my father is so awesome." Gareth praised Ian so much.

"Of course." Gawain was extremely proud.

"Father, you are the man who taught me swordsmanship!"

"Gareth, we can't live up to our father's reputation!"

[Last Honor has been strengthened into Last Honor+]

[Your heroic appearance on the battlefield is not inferior to that of Arturia, the king. 】

[Knights long to become knights like you. 】

[Gareth often patted his chest and said: "The strongest knight is my father, and I am his most powerful daughter."]

[Knights who don’t know the truth often admire Gareth for a while because of this - and this kind of boast usually ends with Gawain knocking her on the head and then explaining everything in front of the knights. 】

[You have won three battles in a row, pushing Camelot's national border forward a lot. 】

[After returning from the victory, Artoria took you to the military camp tent. 】

"You all go out first."

"I want to discuss the next strategy with Sir Ian."

Arturia, covered in blood, ordered the guards.

"And no one is allowed to come in without my order."

The guards had never doubted King Arthur - and this was no exception.

"Yes!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Before Ian could say anything more.Arturia had already arrived in front of him.

The armored girl stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips gently.

It was a kiss with a little blood, sweet and moist.

for a while.

Arturia reluctantly let go of Ian's lips.

"Mr. Ian, I finally have the opportunity to do this."

"Ah."

Ian gently rubbed Artoria's head.

"Because before that, we have more important things to do, don't we?"

"Yes." Artoria nodded.

"But I still want to say it."

"Mr. Ian——"

"Your performance is much better than I imagined. Sure enough, my choice was right!"

"..."

Ian just smiled and did not directly respond to Artoria's words.

He would not let her know what he had been exposed to in the past.

And the girl didn't intend to go into details.

She reached out her hand and gently wiped the blood from his forehead.

"Mr. Ian."

"Artoria, what's wrong?"

"Go to the small woods next to the military camp tonight. I'll wait for you there."

"……Understood."

[Although you don’t know what Arturia wants to do, you still decide to act according to her request. 】

[You face the praises of the knights while waiting for nightfall. 】

[Time passes, and night falls unconsciously. 】

[You avoided the sight of the knights and came to the grove alone. 】

[You can be 100% sure that no one else will come here. 】

This is a small forest.

If you are thoughtful, you can probably cut it all down in a month or two.

There were marks of horses' hooves on the forest floor.

Ian realized that someone had arrived here on horseback—needless to say, it was Arturia.

What do you want to do when you are riding a horse at this time?

Ian's doubts did not last long.

Because as he followed these traces, he soon saw a beautiful picture.

I saw Eaststallion standing in the middle of the woods under the light of the full moon.

The white silver light fell on the well-groomed mane, giving the horse an aura of nobility, like a noble among horses.

But at this moment, it is not the focus of sight.

The real protagonist is Artoria, the girl riding on it.

Her white horse-riding legs seemed to blend perfectly with Eaststallion's mane.