In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"Knight King, I apologize to you."

Morgan's words were less of an apology and more of a provocation.

Artoria's expression flashed with a complex emotion, but she quickly returned to normal.

She smiled slightly and then replied:

"So that's what it looks like."

“Responding to passionate feelings is indeed something a good woman should do.”

"So--"

"I suppose you also harbor sufficiently passionate feelings for Lord Ian?"

Morgan smiled calmly.

“I am already his wife, what action could be more passionate than this?”

"Or does Your Majesty, the Knight King, wish to deny this matter?"

"Ha, if that's really the case, it's rather disappointing."

Artoria stared at Morgan for a long time before speaking again:

"I never deny any emotion."

"Because it is a priceless treasure for the person who possesses it."

"You are very lucky to have Ian's feelings for you, and I hope you continue to be lucky."

"Isn't that natural?"

"Those who get it will naturally continue to be lucky, and those who don't get it..."

Morgan didn't finish speaking.

She and Artoria looked at each other, their eyes locked in a fierce confrontation that words could not express.

This could hardly be called an argument, but it was far more noisy than an argument.

However, continuing this silence seems pointless.

The young Wang turned around without a word and walked towards the rising sun.

The princess at the round table took the hand of the knight beside her.

"Ian."

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"What I just said... never mind, it's nothing."

Bedivere passed King Arthur's test and successfully became a member of the Knights of the Round Table.

His composed, calm, and courteous demeanor allowed him to quickly integrate into the Knights of the Round Table.

Unfortunately, because of that kiss at the round table, his impression of you and Morgan isn't very good, making it extremely difficult to win him over.

However, Morgan didn't care.

For her, that kiss was something she had to leave on your face.

Moreover, in terms of the number of knights, the Knights of the Round Table are still under your and her absolute control.

She believed she had won decisively in that confrontation.

[Until this day, the little maid brought you new news.]

"Lord Ian, there is a letter from the King of Knights for you."

"okay."

Ian took the letter and returned to Morgan, where he opened it.

He paused for a moment after seeing the above content.

"what happened?"

"Artoria is preparing to lead her army into battle personally."

"Wasn't this part of the plan?"

Yes, but—

Ian looked at the contents of the document.

"She insisted that I accompany her."

73. Moonlit Indulgence After Battlefield Victories (4,000-word chapter)

At the gates of Camelot.

Morgan, with a serious expression, looked at Gawain and Gareth, who were accompanying King Arthur on this campaign, with a complicated expression.

"Mother, please don't worry!"

Wearing fine knight's armor, Gawain gripped his sword and solemnly made a promise to his mother.

"I will do everything in my power to protect Gareth!"

"Mhm!" Gareth, who was next to Gawain, also nodded in agreement.

"Mother, don't worry! With Brother Gao Wen around, even if I get into big trouble, he'll find a way to solve it!"

"..."

"Gareth, you'd better not think like that, or I'll be under a lot of pressure."

"Eh—? Then let's change it to 'Little Trouble'! That way, Gawain-nii won't be under so much pressure, right?!"

"..."

Despite seeing that the two siblings seemed to have a decent relationship, Morgan's expression did not lighten.

She spoke coldly:

“Gawain, protecting Gareth is indeed your duty as his older brother.”

“But Gareth, it’s also your duty as a sister not to cause trouble for Gawain.”

"but--"

"More than these things, children, I hope you can do one thing for me along the way."

"what is the matter?"

Gareth blinked his big, bright eyes.

"Are we supposed to kill as many enemies as possible?! Isn't that obvious?"

“No.” Morgan shook his head.

"That's not what I want you to do."

"If that's the case, Mother, then what exactly is it?" Gawain asked cautiously, sensing that something was amiss.

"that is--"

Morgan's gaze swept over Gawain and Gareth.

"Keep an eye on your father for me, and don't let him have too much contact with King Arthur."

"what?"

Gareth was a little confused.

"Wasn't Father appointed as a general by King Arthur? How come..."

Before she could finish speaking, Gao Wen covered her mouth.

"I understand, Mother."

“Hmm.” Morgan nodded in satisfaction.

"Then I wish you good luck, my children."

The horse's hooves rose and fell.

Gawain and Gareth gradually walked away.

"Brother Gao Wen, why didn't you let me finish speaking!"

"Because if you say it out loud, Mother will probably get angry again." Gawain, riding on his horse, looked ahead.

"Gareth, don't readily offer your opinions on these kinds of things in the future, understand?"

"I see." Gareth nodded, somewhat bewildered.

“And—” Gawain frowned slightly, as if he was making a decision.

"Don't concern yourself with Father's and the King's affairs; it will only make Mother sad."

"Okay, I get it now."

Gawain and Gareth rejoined the marching column.

You have no idea what they were talking about.

But you sense that something seems amiss.

Artoria has noticed your unusual behavior.

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong?"

Sitting on her horse, she asked Ian beside her with concern.

This is a scene where the perception of distance and proximity are completely different.

If you listen closely, you'll know that this is a greeting from a young girl.

But from a distance, it felt like a king giving orders to his subordinates.

"It's nothing," Ian said, hiding his true feelings.

"I'm very good."