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

"You know? Even if you enter the tent without a sword even once, you will realize that it is a trap I set for you - I never rest there."

"But I didn't wait for you like this, and you didn't realize it was my trap."

"You know what? I feel like we could have been better kings and subjects if we had the chance."

puff--

Ian spat a mouthful of blood on Vortigern's face.

"That is absolutely impossible! I will only swear allegiance to the Queen!"

"Kill me, Vortigern!"

"..."

Vortigern was not angry at Ian's unreasonable behavior.

On the contrary, he felt even more regretful.

Vortigern wiped the blood from the scar on his face.

"Ian, your loyalty makes me sigh, but your stubbornness also makes me feel stupid."

"I won't kill you."

"Because your actions will bring you consequences more painful than death."

"Withdraw your troops from here!" Vortigern raised his hand, "We will open up a new battlefield and overthrow Britain!"

"Oooo!"

[Vortigern did not give you the final fatal blow. 】

[He left here with his troops. 】

[You are thinking about his words quietly in the pool of blood, but you cannot agree with them at all. 】

[For you, Morgan is everything to your soul. 】

[Your consciousness gradually blurs, and Morgan's figure appears in front of you again. 】

[You closed your eyes, preparing to leave this world with the afterimage in front of you. 】

[And at this moment, you heard a familiar voice. 】

[That's the trumpet call of Britain - here they come. 】

11. Let the secret disappear in silence

[The British army has arrived. 】

[They wanted to take advantage of the moonlight to launch a surprise attack on the humble King Vortigern, but in the end they only saw you lying in a pool of blood. 】

[You realize that Vortigern’s grasp of the battlefield is far greater than you imagined. 】

[But everything has lost its meaning. This is not what a dying person like you should consider. You only regret that you did not fulfill your responsibility for Morgan. 】

[The talent of the will to die++ has been lost: Your assassination of Vortigern ended in failure, and your will to survive began to become weak. 】

[Someone recognized you. 】

"Isn't this the White Dragon King's minion?! How could he fall here?!"

"It's not important! This guy killed so many of our knights, and this is what he deserves!"

"Let's kill him now!"

"No! Although killing him will relieve his anger, a person of his status should be tortured later!"

Opinions were clearly divided into two groups at this moment.

One faction is responsible for killing, and the other faction is responsible for capturing.

But no matter which faction they were from, their words revealed their hatred for Ian.

Listening to the arguments among his former colleagues over what to do with him, Ian felt mixed emotions in his heart.

According to the contract, if I have not completed Morgan's commission, I have no qualifications to go back to see her, and I should die here.

but--

I really want to see her again.

Even if it's just a glance.

Ian, who was in a pool of blood, closed his eyes in despair - he began to hate his own weakness.

[After a heated discussion, in the end you were not killed on the spot - the knights agreed that there would be a thousand ways to torture you after taking you back. 】

[The talent of fighting for your life has been lost: Your assassination is over. In order to prevent you from dying so easily, the British knights performed the lowest level of rescue for you. 】

[Talent Agent++ has been lost: The long sword given to you by Morgan was confiscated by the knights. You can no longer be mistaken for Morgan. Then someone recognized that it was a British long sword and presented it as a tribute. . 】

[You are shackled thickly by the knights, and people will throw stones at you every day to express their contempt for you. 】

[They want to know why you fell into a pool of blood that night. 】

"say!"

A knight roughly grabbed Ian's neck - not all knights are polite to others, and occasionally there are people like this.

What's more, in their eyes, Ian can already be called the enemy of the knights.

He already had many lives on his hands.

"What the hell happened!"

Facing the knight's roar, the shackled Ian just looked at him speechlessly.

And with just such a glance, the hands of the knight who was originally roaring also trembled - he was a little scared.

The person in front of me is the most capable sword under the command of humble king Futigeng.

If he hadn't fallen in a pool of blood that day, I probably wouldn't have looked at each other like this.

The beast trapped in the cage still has sharp claws.

But at this time, the knight heard Ian speak lightly. .

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Just... don't ask me this kind of thing again, you can't get the answer from me."

Although he was his enemy, the knight felt a long-lost friendliness.

He always felt that maybe he and the man in front of him should be on the same side.

[You decided to keep all secrets for Morgan, and you swore not to let anyone know that this was a trick carefully designed by Morgan to show himself in front of King Uther. 】

[You are willing to pay all the price for this, just to let these things sink into the sea. 】

[You no longer react to the stones thrown at your face, nor do you answer any of the knights' questions. 】

[You are like a stubborn stone statue in their eyes. They cannot imagine what the humble king Vortigern did to you to make you so determined. 】

[Only you know that you are not silent because of Vortigern at all, but because of the princess to whom you are loyal. 】

[But this misunderstanding is not a bad thing for you - as long as everyone associates you with Vortigern, no one will think of Morgan. 】

[In just a few days, you have been considered by other knights as a monster who was overly influenced by Vortigern. Everyone has given up on interrogating you and only waited for the follow-up news. 】

[You accepted this fate and had no complaints about it. 】

[There is always luck waiting at the end of bad luck. 】

[A rumor spread from Vortigern's army to the British army. 】

Several knights were gathering together to discuss rumors that had spread widely.

"Have you heard? The reason why Vortigern withdrew his troops overnight was actually because of the princess!"

"This...what's the matter?"

"It must be true, right? I heard that the princess broke in alone that day and stabbed Vortigern!"

"Is she so powerful? She is indeed a princess! I don't know why our king transferred her from the front line. If she is here, we will definitely be invincible!"

"Indeed...but the king may also be afraid that the queen will be harmed. After all, if nothing happens, she should be the inheritor of Britain in the future."

"A brave new king? How exciting! Vortigern must have withdrawn his troops out of fear!"

"Hmm... That makes sense. It would be great if we could convey our opinions to the king."

Hearing the discussion between the knights, Ian felt happy at first.

This is the magic that Morgan cast on the sword taking effect - you who broke into the enemy camp at night were regarded as her.

In front of these knights who don't know the truth, she has established an image of being brave and good at fighting.

If every knight could hear these rumors, maybe...

and many more.

Ian suddenly realized something.

Vortigern clearly did not mistake himself for Morgan!

Did he...

[You are aware of Vortigern's plan - knowing the truth, he wants to spread rumors to the British knights. In this way, Morgan is likely to go to the front line again. 】

[And this time, Vortigern will never give Morgan any chance. Under his command, the only way for the British army to wait is destruction. 】

[You know that you must not sit still and wait for death. You can accept being humiliated in every way, but you will never allow Morgan's safety to be threatened in any way. 】

[You, who were silent in the eyes of the British knight, began to roar. 】

[Talent Affinity·Evil Activation: Your almost crazy behavior attracted everyone's attention. Every knight present knew that you wanted to meet the princess. 】

[And this news spread among the British army at an unimaginable speed. 】

12. Before you see the white dragon, cut off its claws first

[The news spread through the British army like a plague. 】

[Everyone knows that the White Dragon’s minions want to see the Princess of Britain. 】

[Innate Affinity·Evil Has Activated: Many people began to speculate on the reason why you wanted to see the princess, and eventually they came to the conclusion that you were angry because you were defeated by Morgan too many times. 】

[Every knight who saw you was trying to verify the accuracy of this statement from you, but you didn't answer anything. 】

[Because you know that every word you say about Morgan now is likely to trigger a new discussion. 】

[However, your silence is equally eye-catching. It is considered to be a manifestation of your anger-this has further enhanced Morgan's prestige among the British knights. 】

[You returned to your usual silence, just waiting for a familiar figure to appear. 】

[Your waiting has ushered in a good result. 】

[On this day, a knight walks in front of you. 】

"Get up."

Ian heard the knight talking to him like this.

He looked at the knight without saying a word, but the other party already knew what Ian was thinking.

After all, in recent times, this lunatic-like existence has only shown one thought - to meet the princess of Britain.

"You are very lucky. I don't know who passed the news to the princess."

"She is coming."

Upon hearing the news, Ian, who had remained silent, suddenly had a violent reaction, and the shackles that originally imprisoned him were shaken by him.

The knight quickly drew out his sword and pointed it at Ian.

"Don't move! Calm down!"

"Let me see the princess...let me see the princess!"

Ian's crazy look made the knight feel more and more that the rumors were true - Morgan was the sharp blade that cut off the minions.

After being cut off from the white dragon's body, the minions lost their minds.