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

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[You just want to have a duel with Lancelot in front of you. 】

[It’s just that you can vaguely feel one thing. 】

[The sword held by this knight who came all the way from France has a strange resonance with the sword of rotating victory (Excalibur Galatine) in your hand. 】

"So--"

Lancelot raised his weapon.

"Before the duel begins, let's agree on some things."

"I did not come here across the mountains and seas to cause a war - but just to prove to the people of France that I am not inferior to King Arthur."

"So I hereby agree to three terms."

"Never cause the other party to die."

"Never harm any knight who has not joined the duel."

"And admitting his defeat in the duel."

Lancelot looked at Ian on the other side.

"Can you accept these conditions?"

"Of course." Ian responded directly.

"That sounds like a pretty good deal."

"Yes." Lancelot smiled slightly, "French knights have always been polite."

"So--"

"So much for the polite words."

Lancelot pointed the mysterious sword blade in his hand at Ian.

"Next, it's time for a duel between knights."

"As it should be."

The atmosphere became anxious in an instant.

Lancelot and Ian each held their own swords and looked at each other, looking very wary.

This is very normal behavior.

When the strength is equal, the knight's duel is just a matter of one move.

If you launch an attack rashly, you will only expose your weaknesses to the other party.

This confrontation alone was enough for Ian to confirm that his previous thoughts were correct - the Lancelot in front of him was by no means an ordinary person.

The sunlight shone on the sword blades of both sides, creating a pure white halo.

The knights in the military camp were all elites who had experienced hundreds of battles, and they soon realized that this was by no means a one-sided suppression.

They quieted down and stopped making noise.

Some people even slowed down their breathing a little, fearing that any of their actions would affect the outcome of this duel.

Suddenly--!

Lancelot launched the first attack.

He held the thick and calm blue sword blade and slashed towards the opponent.

Naturally, Ian would not show weakness. He held the Sword of Victory (Excalibur Galatine) in both hands and directly challenged him.

Right!

The two sword blades came into contact and violently collided!

To outsiders, this might be just a normal sword fight.

But for Ian, he felt the unusualness of the opponent's sword.

[Magic power bursts out from your and Lancelot’s sword blades. 】

[You and he realized at the same time that each other's weapons are from the same source. 】

[This is something that will surprise both of you. 】

"Shadow of the King of Knights."

Lancelot looked very surprised during the wrestling match.

"You actually have a sword blade you got from the lake?"

"of course."

Ian answered the question without hesitation.

"Knight of France, isn't this the same thing with the sword in your hand?"

"Ah."

Lancelot stopped himself from being surprised.

"Then can you tell me what its name is?"

"Excalibur Galatine." Ian didn't hide it.

"What's yours?"

"Aroundight." Lancelot also reported the name of his sword.

With a bang.

The sword blades of both sides collided together again, and then bounced off each other.

Just after this time.

Both Ian and Lancelot knew that there was no point in a close fight like this.

Both sides got the sword blades from the Lake Fairy, and it is absolutely impossible to tell the difference in hardness.

So--

The only thing that can solve this problem is the degree of usage achieved by each person after obtaining the sword.

That's the best way to tell the difference!

Almost instantly.

There was a burst of light over the military camp.

To be precise, it should be as clear and white as the lake shining under the moon.

Those who witnessed all this felt as if they were in a lake under the moon, and everything around them fell into a state of absolute tranquility and peace.

Ian knew this was no hallucination.

It is the effect produced by the sword in the lake named Aroundight that Lancelot holds.

If an ordinary knight faced this situation, he would basically have to admit defeat.

But it's a pity.

The one participating in the duel this time is myself!

No matter how calm the lake under the moon is, it is only a miraculous scene that happens at night.

but now--

It’s the time when the sun is shining brightly!

Excalibur Galatine is a blade blessed by the sun.

Now is the moment when this blade can exert its greatest effect!

Ian raised the sword in his hand.

The blazing sunlight converged on the sword blade like a thread.

At this moment, all the heat from it was pulled up by Ian alone.

The knights who had previously been suspended in the realm of absolute tranquility were now caught in the heat of the scorching sun summoned by the Excalibur Galatine.

obviously--

The outcome is clear.

The moment the scenes achieved by the swords of both sides collide, the result will be etched in the air.

It's just that things didn't develop like this.

[The Princess's Curse+++ has been activated: The magic power in your body is drawn to the Sword of Revolving Victory (Excalibur Galatine), and this curse takes advantage of you. 】

A heartbreaking pain came.

Ian covered his chest.

Black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Lancelot realized something was wrong.

But it was too late to stop.

After all, in the first wave of confrontation, he already knew that the opponent's strength was not inferior to his.

The current state of absolute tranquility and peace was achieved without any slackness!

The battle situation instantly became one-sided.

Even though Ian wanted to resist the attack, he found that only Morgan's resentful figure flashed back in front of him.

Is this the ending that I deserve?

He actually had such an idea in his mind.

In the nick of time.