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

"of course not."

Ian picked up the Excalibur Galatine from the side.

"Lancelot, you also got your sword blade in the lake, right?"

"..."

Looking at Ian's appearance, Lancelot also pulled out his own aroundigh.

"You could say that, but not entirely."

"Oh? What does that mean?"

"I didn't 'get' the blade from the lake."

Lancelot looked at the blue sword in his hand, which was as calm as the lake under the moon.

"I am a knight raised by the elves in the lake."

"They gave me the unspoiled Aroundigh, so that I could travel across the land of France."

"I see."

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"According to your statement, it really shouldn't be described as 'obtaining', but as 'inheriting'."

"maybe."

Lancelot didn't mind.

"Anyway, it has been with me for a long time and is my most suitable weapon."

"In that case-"

Ian looked at Lancelot in front of him.

"Have you ever thought about finding a new reason to wield the blade you inherited from the lake?"

"..."

Naturally, Lancelot could tell there was something in the other person's words.

"Ian, you can just say it."

"Well--"

Having said this, Ian no longer conceals his purpose.

"Lancelot, fight for King Arthur."

"The Knights of the Round Table need this blade in your hands."

[You tell Lancelot the reason why Camelot went to war. 】

[All the contradictions point to Vortigern—you don’t want Artoria’s identity to be persecuted. 】

[Of course, you don’t expect Lancelot to respond directly after giving such a reason. 】

[After all, he is a knight of France, not Britain. 】

[But it’s just like fate always likes to play tricks on you. 】

[The development of things is once again beyond your imagination. 】

"I understand."

Lancelot nodded after Ian finished speaking.

"I accept all of this."

"..."

Ian's silence made Lancelot a little unhappy.

"What's that look in your eyes? Are you doubting what I said?"

"...sort of." Ian did not deny the other party's statement.

"Well," Lancelot said without getting angry, "then I will add one more reason."

"France and Britain are lands separated by a sea."

"I can fight against the enemies coming from across the sea at some point in the future, or I can gather strength like now to eliminate all problems at their source."

"But obviously the latter is much more cost-effective."

"So, you should stop doubting me, right?"

"Well... indeed." Ian stretched out his hand, "I am willing to kill the enemy with you."

Lancelot smiled lightly and took the hand stretched out towards him.

"mutual encouragement."

"But before that—"

"Can I ask you one more question?"

"Of course." Ian replied with a smile.

"We are already allies."

"Yes." Lancelot nodded.

"Then can you tell me what your relationship with King Arthur is all about?"

"..."

Ian thought for a moment, then responded to Lancelot's gaze:

"She is someone I deserve to protect with my life, that's all."

"Is that so..."

Lancelot showed a knowing smile.

"I can understand it if you have to pay your life to fulfill your oath."

"Understood?"

Ian was a little puzzled.

"Lancelot, do you know something strange?"

"It's not a strange thing."

Lancelot raised his sword and pointed not far away.

"I just think King Arthur only sees you in his eyes."

"Everything else seems to be on a lower level for this king."

"Well... now that I understand that there is a life-and-death relationship between you, it will be easier to understand."

"..."

Ian had mixed feelings when he heard this.

After a long time, he forced out a smile.

"Yes...a life-and-death friendship."

This is the perfect word to describe his relationship with Artoria.

Every word is a story.

[The elite of Camelot resumed their campaign. 】

[The addition of Lancelot makes you even more powerful. 】

[This knight from a foreign country does have extraordinary abilities. 】

[At the same time, the gathering of three holy swords in the lake also adds a more attractive momentum to you. 】

[More and more knights came here admiringly, and the name of the Round Table echoed across the land of Britain, reaching its peak. 】

[The number of times you actively blaspheme Artoria is increasing. 】

[The girl has become accustomed to the midnight time of lying quietly under you and having you recount beautiful memories in your ear. 】

[Occasionally, she will turn around and shyly tell you whether her performance today was not good, so your experience will not be very good. 】

[It seems that to her, it is really a place where life continues. 】

[The estrangement between you may only be the last step. 】

[Time passes quickly amidst the overwhelming momentum up and down the battlefield. 】

[Finally, the day of confrontation with Vortigern arrived. 】

83. The Battle of White Dragon begins with the princess uneasy ([-] words chapter)

[This is a war that will decide the outcome of Britain. 】

[As long as Vortigern is defeated, the future of Camelot will move towards a new beginning. 】

[But after going through hardships to get here, you don’t feel excited. Instead, you taste a touch of bitterness. 】

[This is not the same feeling as you expected. 】

[After much thought, you still wrote a letter to Morgan before the decisive battle with Vortigern started. 】

[But you don’t know that this letter expressing your feelings will have an irreversible impact on her. 】

"Ian—!"

"I command you to come back to me!"

With an exclamation, Morgan sat up suddenly from the bed, gasping for air.

In the empty room, there was only the light falling from the glass window.

Everything was dyed pure white by the moonlight, as if falling into the ethereal sea of ​​stars.

The princess, who was covered in cold sweat, looked at the empty space beside her, subconsciously reached out and fumbled on the round table beside the bed.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she touched two letters that had been opened dozens of times.

One letter was Ian's previous request to forgive Aqiwen.

And one is a new letter I just received today.

What is it——

I remembered.

Was it Ian who said that he finally had the chance to let that woman defeat Vortigern?

Soon, he would ascend to the symbolic throne of power as he promised.

but--

Morgan took advantage of the moonlight and looked at the letter written in dignified calligraphy in his hand, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Why are you so uneasy?

It's obvious that everything is developing in the direction he wants - that woman will soon fall off the throne.

But there was absolutely no feeling of joy in my heart.

The proud princess put the letter back in her hand.

Her slender fingers slowly reached into the quilt and played a solo nocturne in the darkness.

She was imitating his ways of providing herself with pleasure, but the result was a complete lack of physical interest.

Morgan paused—she was a little skeptical.

Is it so difficult to please yourself?

It seems that it has never been discovered before.