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

Corresponding to the Sword of Rotating Victory, this is a blade blessed by the moon.

It was midday and it wasn't working to its full potential.

But for Artoria——

This is not irreversible.

She is the incarnation of a red dragon, with a heart like a salamander.

Where blessings are lacking, you can make up for them with your own magic power;

Where there is no shortage of positions, they will be strengthened.

Such as this.

The Moon Blade used against the blazing sun can easily display its strength.

The young Wang abandoned all distracting thoughts and focused all his attention on the absolute tranquility and peace that was approaching him.

Sword out.

The wind follows.

All is quiet.

Then the wind picked up.

That was a violent storm that could blow everything away.

The so-called realm is not worth mentioning in front of it.

bang.

Something was broken.

Artoria inserted the Sword of Victory into the ground and looked at her opponent across the duel field silently.

Lancelot hasn't recovered yet.

The realm liberated by the indestructible lake light (Aroundight) could only survive for less than a second in front of King Arthur.

Very similar to Ian's situation.

He felt that he was on the same level as King Arthur's sword.

So--

The reason for losing is yourself.

The third rule of dueling is to admit defeat in the duel.

Lancelot put the thick blue sword back into its scabbard, and then knelt before King Arthur.

"I lost."

This was the defeat of the foreign knights, but no knight of Camelot cheered for it.

Because the life and death of the Knight King's Shadow affects everyone's heart even more.

[The reward is interrupted. 】

[Artoria hugged you. 】

[She brought you back to the military camp where only you and her can enter. 】

[She briefly granted Avalon to you. 】

[As the sheath of the Holy Sword, it has powerful healing power. Even the vicious curse that Morgan attached to the dagger cannot compete with it. 】

[But it’s not what you have after all. 】

[So it just restores you to a "wakeful" state. 】

Ian slowly opened his eyes, and then saw Arturia looking at him.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl didn't care that her voice might be heard by the knights outside, so she sobbed in a choked voice:

"sorry!"

"I shouldn't have let you participate in this duel!"

"..."

Looking at Arturia who was crying with tears in her eyes, Ian felt as if something had corroded his heart.

He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes.

"It's me who should say sorry."

"Obviously this Lancelot looks down on you so much, but I can't teach him a lesson just to vent your anger."

"No need!"

Artoria hugged Ian.

"I don't need you to teach others about this kind of thing for me."

"I will prove myself to them in my own way!"

"Ah."

Ian nodded slightly weakly, and then gently stroked the girl's smooth golden hair.

"I know."

"I saw it - the blow that split the realm, right?"

"Artoria, you are worthy of the title of King of Knights."

[You are not recognizing Artoria as the king, but you just feel from the bottom of your heart that her strength is indeed beyond imagination. 】

[But what you don’t know is how ironic your words are to Artoria. 】

[She felt more and more that the title of the king chosen that day was too heavy. 】

[Assassinations, challenges, one trouble after another followed. 】

[And all this is because she was born to be a king. 】

[The gifted girl’s prayer has been replaced by the girl’s awakening: Your presence will remind Artoria all the time, and she will remember what decision she made at the end of the war, and it will become a part of her soul. . 】

[You don’t know the waves rising in Artoria’s heart. 】

[Your attention is more or less still on the knight's challenge issued by Lancelot. 】

[You have an idea. 】

[You decide to tell Artoria. 】

"Altoria."

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong?" The girl who barely controlled her emotions looked up at the man.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No." Ian shook his head, indicating that Artoria didn't need to worry.

"I feel really good."

"only--"

"Just what?" The girl blinked her green eyes like a sea of ​​trees.

"Mr. Ian, you don't have to hesitate in front of me."

"our relationship……"

Arturia held Ian's hand, her expression slightly red, looking shy and beautiful.

"You don't have to worry so much anymore."

Ian nodded without any further hesitation.

"Well, you're right."

"That--"

"Altoria."

"I want to talk to Lancelot alone for a while, is that okay?"

[Artoria obviously did not expect that you would make such a request. 】

[After all, you almost died in the surrounding light not long ago. 】

[If it were her, she would definitely not say anything to Lancelot. 】

[But no matter what, she always respects your opinion. 】

"Well, I see."

Arturia nodded without hesitation.

"Mr. Ian, if you want to do this, then I will definitely support you."

"Artoria..."

"..."

Before the girl could react, she felt herself being kissed by the man.

But she wasn't panicked at all.

Because being able to get a kiss like this was one of the few blessings she could get as a girl in her life.

This is the only greed in her life.

[Artoria agrees to your meeting with Lancelot. 】

[And to be on the safe side, she temporarily entrusted you with the Sheath of the Holy Sword, Avalon, until the meeting is over. 】

[But just think that it won’t make any sense. 】

[After all, you feel that Lancelot really only set foot on British soil with a heart of challenge. 】

[You met Lancelot. 】

[This is the beginning of a meeting that will determine the direction of the future war. 】

"It seems that you have almost recovered."

Lancelot said awkwardly.

"Fortunately, King Arthur took action."

"Otherwise, I made a big mistake... I'm really sorry."

"Nothing."

Ian forgave Lancelot very graciously.

"Showing your strongest strength in a duel is a sign of respect for your opponent."

"Besides—"

"You also knew that I could handle that level of state, so you used all your strength, right?"

"From this perspective, maybe I am the one who should apologize when something went wrong."

"Ah."

Lancelot smiled.

"Ian, as a winner, you speak really calmly."

"In comparison, it makes me look a little despicable and look down on you."

"It doesn't matter if you look down on me." Ian smiled slightly. .

"But no matter now or in the future, please don't look down on the King of Camelot."

"Yeah." Lancelot shrugged, "Whatever the winner says is right."

"but--"

"You asked me to come over to meet you. Did you just want to say this to me?"