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

"..."

Artoria and Morgan looked at each other.

They have somewhat similar looks, but at this moment they can actually feel the regret hidden in each other's eyes.

"Sit down and chat for a while?"

Morgan shifted to the side.

"You should still have some time."

"Well, of course."

Arturia rolled up her skirt with her hands and sat down next to Morgan.

She looked at the lake and forced a smile.

"It seems that for you, there is basically no pressure in the position of king."

"Fortunately."

Morgan touched the crown beside him with his slender fingers.

"After all, I always think about things like this."

"After I got into it, it was much easier than I thought."

"is it?"

Arturia hugged her curled legs.

"Is this what you call getting what you want?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Morgan smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Not at all."

"After sitting in that position, I realized that my desire did not originate from the throne itself."

"I just don't like the feeling of being ignored."

"It's just a way to achieve that end."

"It's you—"

Morgan looked at Artoria aside, showing doubts about the white dress she was wearing.

"I've never seen you like this."

"Getting rid of the throne seems to have made it a lot easier for you?"

"More or less."

Arturia's eyes showed some complicated emotions.

"But it's not as good as expected."

"It's just that my head is a little clearer than before."

"is it?"

Morgan smiled bitterly.

"Then I helped you instead?"

"Maybe." Arturia shrugged, "At least for now."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

Neither of them knew how to continue the conversation, so the silence was actually a pleasant situation.

for a long time.

Morgan spoke again:

"Altoria."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just hope you can go back to Camelot when you are free."

"why?"

"because--"

Morgan's tone was a bit lonely.

"I would like to adopt my youngest sister, Mordred, to you."

"Consider it in exchange for you giving the Sword of Victory (Excalibur Galatine) to Gawain."

"..."

This is an obvious lie.

Arturia was silent for a moment and asked a question that might have troubled her before.

"Then Mordred, is she willing?"

"I think she'd like it," Morgan explained. "She and I just don't get along."

"If it were you, I don't think she would be like this."

"But I have never had the experience of raising children." Artoria declined politely.

"But if this continues, you won't have it in the future, right?"

Morgan revealed Artoria's situation without mercy.

"It's better to take this opportunity to try."

"..."

Having said this, Artoria no longer refused.

"I understand."

"As long as Mordred doesn't mind, I will take her to my side."

"But I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Who is the father of the child?"

Artoria stared at Morgan.

"You never seem to mention who your husband is."

"..."

Morgan looked at his hands with extremely sincere nostalgia in his eyes.

"I don't remember who it is either."

"I just knew that was someone who meant a lot to me."

"He would say a lot of love words in my ear, saying that I was more beautiful than the flowers, that I was as beautiful as the flowers, and that I was not as beautiful as the flowers."

"He would put his arms around my waist and smell me greedily in my ear."

"He's still a rigid idiot, and it's clear that he still hasn't finished what he wants, but as soon as I say stop, he really stops."

"It's very interesting to torture such a person with my feet. Seeing how he wants to move but doesn't dare to move makes me feel extremely happy."

"But now he has betrayed me."

"I told him not to leave, but he left anyway."

Arturia was moved by Morgan's sincere memory.

She couldn't help but express her inner voice.

"Then I also have someone very important but I don't remember who it is."

"He has a strong body and speaks so softly."

"He liked to drink wine in very strange ways, but he never got drunk once."

"He is very hypocritical. He says he is happy, but in fact every time he wants to feel his warmth, it is very difficult."

"He thought I didn't know anything, but I actually knew everything."

"Then Artoria, you must hate such a hypocritical person, right?" Morgan asked.

"Do not."

Arturia shook her head.

"I miss him."

"Even if he cheated on me, I still miss him."

"I want to see him."

Morgan was silent, then nodded.

"me too."

"I miss him too."

"It would be nice if we could meet again."

Hope was passed back and forth during the conversation between the two.

The sisters who were once like fire and water are now talking about the man forgotten by the world on the grass by the lake.

The prayers for new life intertwined between the old and new kings.

This lake in the forest, where countless miracles had been born, once again gathered countless elves.

They are like fireflies, picking up bits and pieces missing from the world according to the description full of longing.

If you can no longer exist as a "human being".

So--

Just respond to A Midsummer Night's Dream by the Two Kings of Britain as an "elf".

With such thoughts in mind, a figure appeared on the road in the forest.

"Morgan."

"Altoria."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"as well as--"

"I miss you too."

87. A Few Miracles, Britain’s Future ([-] words chapter, end of volume [-])

[This is a miracle born of "missing". 】

[If a person cannot fully describe the person he misses with his own ability, then he should fill in the remaining details with more eyes. 】

[He is obedient in her eyes. 】

[He is hypocritical in her eyes. 】

【It's all part of him. 】

[Under such piecing together, a miracle that should not have existed was born. 】

[The "human" denied by the world returns to the world as an "elf". 】

"..."

"..."