Indulgence Under the Moon After Battlefield Triumph.

At the gate of Camelot.

Morgan, with a serious face, looked at Gawain and Gareth, who were going on the expedition with King Arthur, with complicated eyes.

"Mother, please rest assured!"

Gawain, wearing knight armor and holding a sword, promised his mother very seriously.

"I will do my best to protect Gareth!"

"Yes, yes!" Gareth next to Gawain also nodded.

"Mother, don't worry! With Brother Gawain here, even if I cause any trouble, he will find a way to solve it for me!"

"..."

"Gareth, you better not think like that, otherwise, I will be under a lot of pressure."

"Eh—? Then change it to 'small trouble'! Brother Gawain won't be under so much pressure now, right?!"

"..."

Looking at the two siblings who had a good relationship, Morgan's expression did not become more relaxed.

She said coldly:

"Gawain, protecting Gareth is indeed your duty as an elder brother."

"But Gareth, not causing trouble for Gawain is also your duty as a younger sister."

"But—"

"More than that, children, I hope you can do something for me along the way."

"What is it?"

Gareth blinked her watery eyes.

"Is it to kill as many enemies as possible?! Isn't that taken for granted?"

"No." Morgan shook her head.

"What I want you to do is not this."

"In that case, mother, what is it?" Gawain, who felt that something was wrong, asked cautiously.

"That is—"

Morgan's eyes swept over Gawain and Gareth.

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

"Ah?"

Gareth was a little confused.

"Didn't father be appointed as a general by King Arthur? How..."

Before she finished speaking, Gawain covered her mouth.

"I understand, mother."

"Yes." Morgan nodded in satisfaction.

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

The sound of horses' hooves rose and fell.

Gawain and Gareth gradually went away.

"Brother Gawain, why didn't you let me finish?"

"Because if you said it, mother would probably be angry again." Gawain, riding on his horse, looked ahead.

"Gareth, don't express your opinions on this kind of thing easily in the future, understand?"

"Oh, I see." Gareth nodded ignorantly.

"Also—" Gawain frowned slightly, as if making a decision.

"Don't care about father and the king, that will make mother sad."

"Oh... I see."

[Gawain and Gareth returned to the marching team.]

[You don't know what they were talking about just now.]

[But you can feel that something seems a little wrong.]

[Artoria noticed your abnormality.]

"Sir Ian, what's wrong?"

Sitting on the horse, she asked Ian next to her worriedly.

This is a completely different scene from different distances.

Listening up close, you will know that this is a greeting from a girl.

But a little further away, it feels like the king is ordering his subordinates.

"It's nothing." Ian hid his feelings.

"I'm fine."

"..."

The girl was silent for a moment, then said.

"Sir Ian."

"It can't be—"

"Are you so unhappy because I asked you to go on the expedition with me?"

"That's not the case." Ian immediately denied, "Since you have become the chief knight of the Round Table Knights, you naturally have the obligation to take on this responsibility."

"I have no objection to your order."

"Really?"

"Really."

After repeatedly confirming it several times, Artoria was slightly relieved.

Holding the reins, her eyes were full of affection.

"Sir Ian, do you remember this horse?"

"It's Dun stallion, right?"

"Eh?!" Artoria's tree-like green eyes showed a bit of surprise.

"Sir Ian, you still remember!"

"Isn't that taken for granted?" Ian smiled slightly, "This is the horse I gave you. It's only natural that I should remember it, right?"

Hearing this, the girl was moved.

After hesitating for a while, she asked in a low voice:

"Then Sir Ian, can I understand it like this?"

"You—"

"Do you actually have me in your heart?"

"..."

Ian just smiled and didn't answer.

But it was enough to make Artoria misunderstand.

An infinite force surged in the girl's body.

She raised the sword in the stone, which symbolized the throne, and pointed it at the sky above her head.

"Knights of Camelot!"

"March with me!"

"Oh—!!!"

The existence of the king always encouraged the knights.

But the knights didn't know who was encouraging the king.

[Although she is a pure girl when she is alone with you, Artoria has not lost all the straightforwardness that a king should have.]

[The petite her is more heroic on the battlefield than any knight.]

[She takes the lead and is not afraid of being injured at all.]

[She even has the idea of directly protecting you behind her.]

"Sir Ian, please hide behind me."

The girl named King held the sword in the stone, and the whole person looked extremely heroic.

No one would doubt that she deserves the title of King of Camelot at this moment.

"I will protect you!"

"I feel a little underestimated by you."

Ian drew out the long sword from his waist.

"Artoria, don't forget that I'm also a knight."

"In terms of the speed of killing enemies, I may not be slower than you."

"Really?"

Artoria rarely showed a competitive attitude towards Ian.

"Sir Ian, let's see who kills more enemies!"

"I have this idea."

After the two made such an agreement, they went directly to two different directions.

[You and Artoria started a competition that only you two know.]

[In this atmosphere, the morale of the knights you led was high.]

[That is the momentum of destroying the dead.]

"Brother Gawain, father is so powerful." Gareth praised Ian like this.

"Of course." Gawain was very proud.

"Father is after all the man who taught me swordsmanship!"

"Gareth, we can't let down our father's reputation!"

[The final honor has been strengthened to the final honor +]

[Your heroic figure on the battlefield is not inferior to Artoria, who is the king.]

[The knights have an infinite longing to become knights like you.]

[Gareth often patted her chest and said, "That strongest knight is my father, and I am his most powerful daughter."]

[The knights who don't know the truth often worship Gareth because of this—and this kind of boasting usually ends with Gawain knocking her on the head and then explaining everything to the knights.]

[You have won three consecutive battles, pushing the border of Camelot a lot forward.]

[After returning in triumph, Artoria took you to the military camp tent.]

"You all go out first."

"I want to discuss the next strategy with Sir Ian."

Artoria, covered in blood, ordered the guards.

"And without my order, no one is allowed to come in."

The guards never doubted King Arthur—this time was no exception.

"Yes!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Before Ian had time to say anything more, Artoria had already come to him.

The girl in armor tiptoed and gently kissed his lips.

It was a kiss with a little blood, fishy and sweet and a little moist.

After a while.

Artoria reluctantly let go of Ian's lips.

"Sir Ian, I finally have a chance to do this."

"Yes."

Ian gently rubbed Artoria's head.

"Because before that, we have more important things to do, don't we?"

"Yes." Artoria nodded.

"But I still want to say."

"Sir Ian—"

"Your performance is much better than I imagined. I was right to choose you!"

"..."

Ian just smiled and did not directly answer Artoria's words.

He wouldn't let her know what he had been exposed to in the past.

And the girl didn't intend to go into it.

She stretched out her hand and gently wiped the blood from his forehead.

"Sir Ian."

"Artoria, what's wrong?"

"Go to the small woods next to the military camp tonight, I'll wait for you there."

"...Understood."

[Although I don't know what Artoria wants to do, you decided to follow her request.]

[You waited for night to fall while facing the praise of the knights.]

[Time passed, and night fell unconsciously.]

[You avoided the eyes of the knights and came to the woods alone.]

[You can be 100% sure that no one else will come here.]

This was a small forest.

If they were determined, they could probably cut it down in a month or two.

There were traces of horses' hooves on the ground of the forest.

Ian realized that someone had ridden here—needless to say, it should be Artoria.

What did she want to do riding a horse at this time?

Ian's doubts didn't last long.

Because following these traces, he soon saw a beautiful scene.

Under the full moon, Dun stallion stood in the center of the forest.

The white moonlight fell on its well-groomed mane, giving the horse a noble aura, like an aristocrat among horses.

But at this moment, it was not the focus of attention.

The real protagonist was the girl Artoria riding on it.

Her fair legs riding the horse seemed to blend perfectly with Dun stallion's mane.

Her pure and flawless body sat quietly on the horse, without the king's armor or the girl's white dress.

The bright moonlight covered every inch of her skin, illuminating it like freshly fallen snow. The flowing lines from top to bottom outlined a beauty like a flower.

The girl lowered her noble head, waiting for something, appearing shy and bashful.

The scene was so beautiful.

It took Ian a long time to come back to his senses and call her name.

"Artoria."

The girl was startled at first, then turned around, revealing the joy that only appeared when seeing a loved one.

"Sir Ian, you're finally here."

"Get on the horse."

"..."

Without much hesitation, Ian accepted Artoria's invitation and climbed onto the horse she had given him long ago.

As soon as he sat down, the girl leaned into his arms.

She asked softly:

"Sir Ian, do you find me repulsive like this?"

"How could I..."

Ian felt the girl's delicate skin, and his heart throbbed.

"I just didn't expect you to do this."

"If we're discovered, it won't be easy to explain, right?"

"Yes." Artoria nodded shyly, "But I believe Sir Ian will come here sooner than anyone else."

"So I'm not afraid at all."

"..."

Not hypocrisy, nor flattery.

Just the girl's determination to present her best to her beloved.

Ian didn't know how to respond.

As he pondered, the girl's voice came again.

"Sir Ian, you don't have to be nervous."

Artoria took his hand.

"I... just want to show you my best side."

"I don't ask for your response, nor do I need you to take any responsibility."

"I just want you to look at me a little more, that's enough."

"..."

Artoria was as cold to others as she was warm to him.

He just wanted her to become a puppet he could control, but found that she didn't mind becoming his toy at all.

How should he respond to this sincerity?

Ian lowered his head and hugged the girl's body.

"Then it's probably far more than just a glance, Artoria."

"I think I need to feel it myself for a while."

"Eh—?"

Although Artoria was a little surprised, she still nodded obediently.

"Yes... I think so too."

Soon...

The girl's ethereal voice resonated with the young birds in the small forest.

"Ahm~ahn~ sir Ian".

And it all stemmed from another man's hands that had been stained by the dragon's lair.

Every soft note was composed and drawn by him.

His hands moved like a expert pianist.

Composing every note with perfect precision.

After the last note.

The clear spring flowed, the singing was melodious, echoing in the night sky.

"Ahnnnn~I..Sir iahn~ahmm".

Her voice a sweet melody to Ian's ears.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

But Dun stallion, as always, maintained the restraint and elegance that an excellent horse should have.

It knew that it had borne different stories—but still maintained a silent attitude.

(T/N: Wait! Dun stallion were you that horse).

The most important thing for a warhorse was loyalty to the rider at this moment.

As for who that was, it was relatively less important.

[You and Artoria spent a perfect night with minimal restraint.]

[No knight other than you knew that their Knight King still had such a burning girlish heart.]

[Everything was silently covered up in the conquest.]

[You are the king's most powerful knight, and she is the knight's most powerful king.]

[You won another battle.]

[And at this time, a knight who called himself Percival appeared in front of you.]