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

Only after confirming that Morgan had truly let him go did he quickly leave the royal court.

The noble princess once again fell into solitude, alone.

The handwriting on the letter in his hand was still clearly visible.

But the more the proud princess tried to understand it, the more she felt that something was gradually drifting away from her.

You have no idea how Morgan felt after reading the letter.

You only hope that your efforts will be effective, saving Agravivan from an unwarranted disaster.

Although you don't usually talk to him much, you don't want him to be trapped in a long-term shadow because of this.

After all, he is also your and Morgan's child.

Standing atop the hill, you gaze in the direction of Camelot, hoping your wish will come true.

At that moment, Gawain came to your side.

"Father."

"It's you, Gawain."

Ian turned around.

"what happened?"

"Hmm..." Gawain's expression was full of worry. "Father, how are your injuries?"

"So that's what happened."

Ian used the hand on the same side as the dagger wound to pull the Excalibur Galatine from his waist.

Under the sunlight, the sword, retrieved from the lake, pointed towards the sky, radiating a silvery-white glow.

"My child, you don't need to worry about me."

"I've said it before, I won't fall so easily."

"..."

Gao Wen was silent for a moment, then forced a smile.

"If that's the case, that would be wonderful."

"but--"

"But what?"

Ian looked at Gawain, his tone becoming serious.

“My child, I think I’ve emphasized this many times.”

"As a knight, you should not hesitate like this—the battlefield is ever-changing, and your hesitation will become your greatest weakness."

Gao Wen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

“Father, I actually want to ask about that assassin.”

"Just who is he?"

"..."

Ian gave a wry smile, then patted Gawain on the shoulder.

"He was just an overly loyal assassin."

"He's unlikely to reappear, so there's no need to worry."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Gawain seemed to realize something.

But this moment of contemplation was quickly shattered by Gareth's powerful palm strike.

The girl, who was almost two heads shorter than Gawain, jumped up and hit her brother on the head.

She placed her hands on her hips and said with a hint of reproach:

"Hey! Brother Gao Wen! The King sent you here, not so you could chat with Father!"

"what?"

Ian was somewhat puzzled.

"What does it mean?"

"Here."

Gareth pointed to the military camp a little further away.

"The king says today is a day to reward all the knights, and hopes that Brother Gawain will call Father back."

"But it seems he's completely forgotten!"

"I haven't forgotten," Gawain retorted, somewhat unconvinced after Gareth tapped him on the head. "You little dwarf, I just wanted to ask Father a few things!"

"You're the shorty! No, that's not right! You're a gorilla!"

"Gares! Say that again?!"

"Gorilla!"

"Gareth, it seems I have to teach you a lesson today!"

"Hehehe, catch me first and then we'll talk!"

Watching the brother and sister bickering, you found it somewhat amusing, yet also felt extremely happy.

You seem to be in a much better mood.

You and the others returned to the military camp, one after the other.

In the military camp bathed in sunlight.

The knights were busily preparing everything needed for the reward.

Seeing the smiles on their faces, Ian realized that this was the first time these Camelot elites had been rewarded.

For a long time, they were in a state of high tension, and could be torn apart at any time by external forces.

It is quite necessary to treat someone to something like this.

"Mr. Ian."

Artoria approached Ian and spoke in a voice only he could hear.

"You're back."

“Mm,” Ian responded in the same way.

"I never expected you to arrange today like this."

"After all, it's been a long time since we've done that."

The girl's face flushed slightly.

"The knights are working so hard in the battle, they deserve to have this opportunity to enjoy themselves."

"and--"

"and?"

"And Mr. Ian, you don't seem very keen to bring up that assassination again, so isn't it necessary to make the knights forget something you don't want to talk about in this way?"

Artoria spoke very seriously, as if this was her true purpose.

Ian clearly hadn't expected her to think this far ahead, and could only respond with a smile.

"Well, you're right."

"If everyone gets caught up in the joy of the reward, no one will remember this incident."

"This is indeed conducive to stabilizing morale among the troops."

“Mm!” Artoria nodded.

"I feel the same way."

"Then let's get started."

"it is good."

This is a reward for the knights on the front lines.

The knights, captivated by the enticing aromas of food filling the camp, began to feast.

This wonderful experience also stirred their aspirations for the future.

You listened attentively for a while and discovered that almost everyone spoke of a desire for victory in the war.

You know this is an expedition of extraordinary significance for Camelot.

You can sense that the Excalibur Galatine is willing to serve you.

And at this moment, Gawain came before you once again.

"Father."

In Gao Wen's hands was a wooden board with a plate of mashed potatoes on it.

"Please try my cooking."

"Oh?"

Ian was slightly surprised.

"Gawain, you can do this too?"

"Yes."

Gao Wen rarely showed a proud expression.

"I believe that as a knight, one should learn as many different skills as possible."

"Only in this way can we provide help when others are in need."

"Hmm." Ian nodded in satisfaction.