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

It was too late to realize this.

The distance between the person with the viewpoint and the two people was decreasing rapidly at an unimaginable speed.

This is something no normal person could do; it is a miracle protected by magic.

It was a figure dressed entirely in black, with its face completely covered.

He held in his hand a sharp blade that exuded a vicious curse.

The hidden eyes could only see the smiling King Arthur, completely ignoring who the man in front of her was.

the other side.

His attention was completely focused on his beloved Artoria, and he was completely unaware of the assassin who was attacking him under the protection of magic.

This was an operation that neither the assassin nor the assassinated had ever accomplished.

Only Ian, who was caught between the two and hadn't completely lost his focus due to their hypocrisy and despicable nature, remained truly clear-headed.

But he didn't have time to warn them, or even to shout.

The only thing he did was follow his body's instincts and protect her.

A sharp knife pierced the man's back and then went through to the other side.

Blood splattered and flowed onto Artoria's face.

The man stared wide-eyed at the girl in front of him.

At that moment, the most despicable of them all stood before her, the one called the Queen, like a true knight.

79. Important? Or... unimportant? (4,000-word chapter)

Blood is hot.

but--

How did I, who wasn't injured, know this?

Because it's not my own blood.

It's someone else's blood.

To be more precise, it comes from Ian's blood.

The moment she realized this, Artoria's green eyes, which had been filled with happiness, plunged into an icy abyss.

The starlight that should have been vibrant in our eyes was replaced by endless darkness.

That heart, which was of the same lineage as the dragon, was now beating at an unimaginable frequency.

Magic power is released.

The girl's body was strengthened to an extremely terrifying degree in just a few breaths.

Even without Excalibur, she could kill anyone in the present moment.

"who are you?"

"Why did you do this to Mr. Ian?!"

The shadowy figure, enveloped in magic, paused for a moment upon hearing the name "Ian."

He seemed to have been struck by some fact, and took several steps back before tripping over a stone and falling to the ground.

In that state, they probably even forgot how to escape.

The situation is chaotic.

But one thing is certain at this moment.

That means Artoria will absolutely not let this dark figure go.

When she unleashes her magic, she could probably kill her opponent with a single punch.

But the angry girl could no longer move forward.

The one who imprisoned her was none other than Ian.

Blood was flowing continuously from his chest as he used almost all his strength to pull Artoria back.

The two were as if they were chained together, unable to move at all.

Amidst the jaggedness, the shadowy figure also came to its senses.

"I'm sorry... Father, I didn't mean to do this."

"Please forgive me."

He said these words that only he could hear, and then struggled to get up from the ground.

By the time Artoria noticed him again, he had already vanished into the distance.

sunrise.

Sunlight shone on Ian's body, illuminating the dagger that had pierced his chest from behind.

The girl had no time to think about revenge.

All she wanted was to save the man she loved.

"Mr. Ian, I'll get someone to rescue you right away!"

[Artoria disregarded her image, picked you up, and rushed straight into the military camp.]

Your blood flowed from the riverbank all the way to Camelot's banner.

[Gift Princess's Curse++ Acquired: The dagger that pierced you is imbued with Morgan's malevolent curse, which will accompany you until death.]

[Blessing of the Lake + Lost: The curse has affected you; your magical resistance has severely decreased. You can no longer maintain a high level of energy, and you can no longer use it to identify certain spells.]

[The Red Dragon's Gift+ has been activated: Artoria's magical energy is flowing rapidly within you, greatly increasing your magical resistance and granting you the ability to recognize magic.]

[The Wheel of Victory++ has been activated: The sun's blessing surrounds you as you resist the curse from your beloved.]

[Battle Continuation activated: You did not die from the curse, but you still suffered severe injuries.]

You have fallen into a coma and it is unknown how long it will take for you to wake up.

Camelot's knights halted their advance.

This was not because they encountered a powerful enemy, or because of a devastating upheaval.

Rather, it was determined by the will of King Arthur alone.

"No military action of any kind is permitted until Lord Ian awakens!"

The young king, wielding the sword Excalibur, gave this command to all his knights.

No one questioned this.

Ian is King Arthur's shadow, and no king can be indifferent to his own shadow.

The knights also sincerely hoped that this powerful comrade would awaken and then command with the Excalibur Galatine, a sword of victory no less than that of a king.

This is everyone's yearning for the dawn of victory.

But what they didn't know was—

The girl named Wang is currently under immense pressure.

The usually cold-blooded woman lost control of her emotions the moment she stepped through the tent curtain.

The previously emotionless face began to show sadness, and then turned into tears.

Clear tears gathered in the corners of the girl's eyes, forming small lakes, before falling to the ground like broken raindrops.

Endless pain blossoms into wet flowers at this moment.

A voice of regret echoed in the girl's heart:

"If only I hadn't brought him to the lake because of my own selfish desires."

"I wish I hadn't woken up early because I missed him so much."

"I wish I hadn't called him to my side."

Countless regrets born from her wrong choices came together, forming star-like crystals that were firmly etched into the girl's heart.

This is something she will never forget in her lifetime.

Day and night passed in agony.

The girl removed the king's armor and robes, and stood by his side completely naked.

She was waiting.

I long for that familiar voice to call me.

It doesn't matter what kind of shame comes with it.

Please let yourself hear his voice again.

[The gifted girl's wish has been fulfilled: The last bit of emotion Artoria placed in you has become the link for her voice.]

You heard her call.

You refused to surrender your life to the gods.

This seems to have gotten you into some trouble.

[The Princess's Curse++ has been upgraded to Princess's Curse++: You can feel your life counting down, although it seems like it still has a long way to go.]

You've woken up.

[You see Artoria beside you.]

Ian opened his eyes—it had been a long time since he last did so.

What met his eyes was Artoria sleeping beside him.

To be precise, the word "sleep" should not be used to describe it.

Instead, it should be called "half-awake, half-asleep".

The girl's beautiful long golden hair was hastily rolled up, making it look quite messy.