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

[Because of what happened just now, he seemed a little embarrassed when he saw you arriving. 】

[But you quickly used your enthusiastic attitude to make him realize that you didn't care about it. 】

[The atmosphere between you has become harmonious. 】

"Although it's a little offensive."

Percival looked at Ian and Artoria in front of him with extremely sincere eyes.

"But King Arthur, and Ian, there is indeed an aura between you that makes me feel very similar."

"Excuse me, how is this done?"

Percival spoke with sincerity and politeness—the way questions should be asked.

But Ian had no answer at all.

He knew that the answer must be the dragon's lair magic power he received from Artoria.

It's just that the way of getting it is absolutely impossible to explain.

Fortunately.

Arturia seemed to have thought that someone would notice this.

She quickly answered Percival's question.

"Qing Ian is the most powerful knight under my command, so he will naturally have frequent contact with me."

"It's not incomprehensible that you could be infected with my aura unknowingly."

"I see."

Percival nodded thoughtfully.

It can be seen that he does believe this statement.

Ian quickly changed the subject. He looked at Percival in front of him and said:

"anyway--"

"You don't look like a knight of Camelot in your attire."

"Yes."

Perhaps because he had already explained it in front of Artoria just now, Percival made no secret of his life experience.

"I am not a knight of Camelot, but I come from a more distant place."

"And the reason why I want to join King Arthur is not just because of the king's reputation."

Percival looked directly at the two people in front of him, his eyes filled with some kind of faith.

"I hope to use the king's power to find the legendary holy spear."

"To this end, I am willing to dedicate my territory."

[You noticed what Percival said. 】

[With Artoria’s tacit approval, you started talking to him. 】

[He knows everything about his life experience. 】

[From his story, you learn that he is the son of King Perinore. 】

[From the moment he was born, he felt the destiny he carried - to recover the Holy Spear of Longinus. 】

[He proposed this idea to his father, but was rejected. 】

["My child, this holy spear only exists in legend."]

[King Perinore rejected his son's request with these words. 】

[But Percival can always feel the call from destiny - to find the Holy Spear and return it to the destined person at the destined place. 】

[If you can't be supported by your father, then do it all in your own way. 】

[After listening to these stories, you realize that he in front of you firmly believes this. 】

"Probably so."

After explaining everything, Percival looked at the two people in front of him.

"You two, this is everything I am willing to give and everything I want to get."

"..."

Percival spoke so sincerely that there was no doubt that he had any ulterior motives.

However, after noticing Ian's reaction, Artoria answered Percival directly.

"Percival, I understand what you mean."

"but--"

"I think I need to make some trade-offs. Before that, please wait patiently for a while."

Not rejection.

It’s definitely not a promise.

Percival, feeling that there was still a glimmer of hope, nodded.

"I understand."

[The discussion does not end here. 】

[Looking at Arturia standing up, you know that she wants to change places to chat with you. 】

[You followed her to the military tent. 】

Still as quiet as ever.

Ian and Arturia looked at each other, with each other's figure in their eyes.

The girl stood on tiptoes, kissed the man in front of her gently on the cheek, and kicked off the conversation.

"Mr. Ian, what do you think should be done?"

"Artoria, are you asking for my opinion?"

"Yes." The girl nodded, "Mr. Ian, your opinion is very important to me."

"That--"

Ian held Artoria's hand.

"I think it's worth agreeing to."

"After all, it is obviously much better to directly take over the land like this than to fight."

"Although I don't doubt your ability."

Ian looked at Artoria in front of him.

"But if there's any way to reduce your chances of getting injured, I think it's worth giving it a try."

Hearing this, Artoria's face turned slightly red.

"Mr. Ian, are you concerned about me?"

"Ah."

"That--"

Arturia buried her head in Ian's chest.

"I actually thought so too."

"Mr. Ian, our understanding is consistent in many places!"

"That's good," Ian responded.

"In that case, Mr. Ian, can I ask you a little question?"

"Just ask."

"that is--"

Artoria's hands moved down Ian's waist.

Although she had had a very shameful contact before, the girl was still extremely shy when she actually encountered the witness that could symbolize the true nature of the couple.

But she still mustered up her courage and said to the man in front of her:

"Mr. Ian, do you think I am suitable to extend that past?"

"..."

Ian knew what Arturia was asking.

But that's not what he was thinking at the moment - he didn't have any animalistic desires, but just knew that he hadn't done what he should do.

"That's enough, but there are more important things to accomplish."

"Yes, yes..."

The girl quickly took her hand back, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Mr. Ian, I'm sorry, I was offended."

"Nothing."

Ian lowered his head and kissed Artoria gently on her forehead.

"Although I don't plan to continue that kind of beauty for the time being, but——"

"I haven't had wine in a long time."

Ian's hand was dominated by the visitors.

"I still need a wine glass."

"Eh?"

Arturia nodded shyly.

"Well...I happen to have a wine glass."

Facts have proven that the packaging of wine glasses does have an extraordinary impact on wine.

The wine glass that Wang served was much tighter than the fine white wine glass.

The lack of hustle and bustle also seems to affect the fermentation of wine.

Without the cries that should have existed, the wine that sank into the mouth seemed to become bitter.

Without much recourse, Ian could only obtain additional ingredients from the ever-white Feixue in order to soak it into the wine and neutralize the bitter taste.

Fortunately.

The gardens and hills of Artoria were always open to him.

He is the only one who can do this.

[The Gift of the Red Dragon has been enhanced to the Gift of the Red Dragon+: You have absorbed a lot of magic power from Artoria, and you can master more powerful weapons. 】

[Percival’s request was agreed to by Artoria. 】

[King Arthur's name will provide him with protection in his search for the Holy Spear. 】

[In exchange, Percival's territory will be dedicated to King Arthur free of charge. 】

[This should have been a happy event for everyone, but as fate would have it, something unexpected happened. 】

[When the handover of the territory was about to be completed, Percival's father Perinore appeared. 】

[He refused to admit such a thing - and proposed a duel to King Arthur. 】

"I accept your challenge."

“But as a matchup of kings, our bets have to have equal weight.”

"Use our kingdom as a bargaining chip. The loser will have nothing."

Arturia, with her petite body, spoke words with the majesty of a king.