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

Hearing the voice engraved in the depths of their souls, Arturia and Morgan turned around together at the lakeside, and then froze there together.

Because standing in front of them was none other than the part that was familiar in their memory but could not be recalled.

I remembered.

Everything came to mind.

That being named "Ian".

A selfish, corrupt, despicable victim.

"Mr. Ian!"

Realizing this, Artoria jumped directly into his arms.

"I miss you so much...where have you been?"

"..."

Looking at the girl who was very sad because of crying in his arms, Ian could only gently caress her back, and then said softly:

"So I'm back now?"

"Artoria, don't cry."

"If you keep crying, I won't be able to see you smiling."

Compared with Artoria's unabashed initiative, although Morgan was also happy to see the person he missed, he was much more mature in his actions.

She looked at Ian in front of her and said coldly:

"Although I do miss him, I don't want to indulge in hallucinations for this reason."

"I know he would never want to see me like that."

"so--"

"If it is a phantom created in the lake, then please dissipate quickly."

After ascending to the throne, Morgan re-examined himself for the first time in a long time.

What exactly is wanted;

What is not wanted.

She has thought about it many times.

So even now, when she misses her so much, she is still sober in the world.

but--

All this is not an illusion.

Ian looked at the expressionless Morgan, smiled slightly, and then said:

"Your Majesty the Queen."

"Then can I answer your question again about who is more beautiful, you or Hua?"

"If that's the case, you should believe that I'm not an illusion, right?"

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan's blue eyes trembled like an earthquake.

This question that has run through her life so far is definitely not a question that can be answered by a phantom in the lake.

"Ian, it's you."

"How dare you leave me without saying a word! Did I give you such a right?!"

While speaking words that sounded very authoritarian, Morgan's movements were so anxious.

She walked up to him and took the initiative to kiss the lips that existed only in her memory.

In the miracle of fireflies, the three reunited people blend together.

for a long time.

The emotion faded slightly.

Morgan released his mouth, and Arturia looked up from his arms.

"Mr. Ian...where have you been?" the girl asked.

"Why don't I remember your name?"

Ian shrugged.

"Artoria, I have no way to answer your question."

"No answer?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "Because even I don't remember where I went."

"All I know is I'm going to kill a bastard."

"But now he seems to have escaped into a place that I can't reach, and even his name is hidden."

"But I won't let him go."

"If he has the ability, he can hide there for the rest of his life."

"This--"

There were waves of doubts in Arturia's green eyes.

"Mr. Ian, why do you have such a wish?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment and replied with a smile:

"No why."

"I just suddenly wanted to do this."

This is of course not true.

But if you tell Artoria all the reasons and let her bear these burdens, what difference will there be between you, King Uther and Merlin?

There should no longer be any shackles in her life.

"That--"

Morgan looked at the man in front of him.

"Ian, what's going on with you now?"

"If you want to say this..."

Ian looked at the calm lake aside.

"Perhaps your description helped these elves find a way to 'piece together' me?"

"I could feel it was a gradual recovery process."

"Is it the spirit in the lake?"

Morgan whispered these words.

"That--"

"Ian, I may have a way to restore you to your 'human' self, but it may take a little time."

"No." Ian shook his head.

"My Lady, there is no need to do this."

"It's a 'miracle' situation now. If we force changes from outside, it will only lead to greater disasters."

"I don't want it to come to that."

Morgan looked directly at him and shouted with an unquestionable look.

"Then Ian, are you trying to disobey my order?"

"My Lady, you know I didn't mean it that way, but there are always things that cannot be done even with orders."

"But I'm the king now!"

Morgan took Ian's hand, looking a little hysterical.

"Are you going to resist the king's order?!"

"..."

Ian didn't answer the question.

And Artoria spoke at this time.

"That's enough, Morgan."

"The king does not exist to force others into trouble. You should know this better than me, right?"

"..."

After hearing this, Morgan turned his face sideways, looking very unconvinced.

"Artoria, even if you don't tell me, of course I know about such things."

"But you obviously have the same idea as me, you hope he can come back, don't you?"

"Then what's the difference between your hypocrisy and mine?"

"I do want Mr. Ian back."

Artoria looked at the man in front of her lovingly, her green eyes full of reluctance.

"But if this is the choice he makes."

"Then I will definitely accept it."

"Because love is not a shackle to bind each other, isn't it?"

"..."

Morgan was speechless.

She knew she lost.

But she refuses to acknowledge this failure.

"Artoria, thank you."

Ian responded to the girl.

"I'm so lucky to be so understood by you."

"I--"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Miracles are not things that last forever.

Disappearances like this are actually a matter of course.

They all felt it, but they just didn't want to take the initiative to mention it.

But at least—

Traces of him returned to the world in another form.

Although only two people witnessed it, it is still a precious treasure.

"Morgan."

Arturia looked at the empty forest, tears falling from her eyes.

"Do you remember him?"

"I have never forgotten." Morgan's voice was already sobbing, "He was the only person who dared to disobey me like this."

"That--"

Arturia wiped away the tears from her eyes.