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

The young king cast aside all distracting thoughts and focused all his attention on the utterly still and peaceful realm that was approaching him.

The sword comes out.

The wind follows.

Everything was peaceful.

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That was a storm that could almost extinguish everything.

The so-called realm is utterly insignificant in comparison to it.

Bang.

Something broke.

Artoria planted Excalibur into the ground and silently watched her opponent on the other side of the dueling arena.

Lancelot hadn't recovered yet.

The realm unleashed by the indestructible Aroundight survived for less than a second before King Arthur.

Similar to Ian's situation.

He felt that he and King Arthur's sword were of the same level.

So--

The reason for the loss is myself.

The third of the three rules of dueling: Admit your defeat in a duel.

Lancelot sheathed the heavy blue blade and then knelt before King Arthur.

"I lost."

This was the defeat of the foreign knights, but not a single knight of Camelot cheered for them.

The fate of the Shadow of the Knight King has touched the hearts of everyone even more.

The reward program was interrupted.

Artoria picked you up.

She took you back to the military camp, which only she and you were allowed to enter.

She briefly granted you Avalon.

As the sheath of the holy sword, it possesses powerful healing abilities, which even the malevolent curse Morgan imbued on the dagger cannot counteract.

But ultimately, this is not something you truly possess.

So it merely brings you back to a state of "consciousness."

Ian slowly opened his eyes and then saw Artoria looking at him.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl, disregarding the possibility that the knights outside might hear her, sobbed in a choked voice:

"sorry!"

"I shouldn't have let you participate in this duel!"

"..."

Looking at Artoria, who was crying her eyes out, Ian felt as if something was corroding his heart.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's me who should say sorry."

“Even though this Lancelot looks down on you so much, I can’t teach him a lesson to get revenge for you.”

"No need!"

Artoria hugged Ian.

"I don't need you to lecture others about things like this."

"I will prove myself to them in my own way!"

"Ah."

Ian nodded weakly, then gently stroked the girl's soft, long golden hair.

"I know."

"I saw it—that strike that cleaved through the barrier, didn't I?"

"Artoria, you are worthy of the title of Knight King."

[You don't acknowledge Artoria as queen, but you genuinely believe her strength is truly beyond imagination.]

[But what you don't know is how ironic your words are to Artoria.]

She increasingly felt that the title of the chosen king was far too heavy a burden.

Assassination attempts and challenges followed one after another.

And all of this is because she was born to be queen.

[The gifted girl's prayer has been replaced by the girl's awakening: Your existence will constantly remind Artoria of the decisions she should make at the end of the war, and this will become a part of her soul.]

You have no idea the turbulent emotions surging within Artoria's heart.

Your attention is still somewhat focused on Lancelot's knightly challenge.

You've got an idea.

You've decided to tell Artoria.

"Artoria."

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong?" The girl, barely managing to control her emotions, looked up at the man.

Is there anything still bothering you?

“No.” Ian shook his head, indicating that Artoria didn’t need to worry.

"I feel great."

"only--"

"Just what?" The girl blinked her emerald green eyes, as green as a sea of ​​trees.

“Mr. Ian, you don’t need to hesitate in front of me.”

"Our relationship..."

Artoria held Ian's hand, her expression slightly flushed, looking shy and beautiful.

"You don't need to worry about that anymore."

Ian nodded without further hesitation.

"Well, you're right."

"That--"

"Artoria."

"I'd like to speak with Lancelot alone for a while, is that alright?"

Artoria clearly didn't expect you to make such a request.

After all, you recently nearly died in the pristine beauty of Aroundight.

If it were her, she definitely wouldn't say anything more to Lancelot.

But regardless, she always respects your opinion.

"Well, I see."

Artoria nodded without hesitation.

“Mr. Ian, if you want to do this, then I will definitely support you.”

"Artoria..."

"..."

Before the girl could react, she felt herself being kissed by the man.

But she wasn't panicked at all.

Because being able to receive a kiss like this was one of the few moments of happiness she had as a young girl.

This was the only greed in her life.

Artoria has agreed to your meeting with Lancelot.

As a precaution, she has temporarily entrusted you with the scabbard of the holy sword, Avalon, until the meeting concludes.

However, you probably don't think it makes any sense.

After all, you could sense that Lancelot truly set foot on British soil with only a desire for challenge.

You met Lancelot.

[A meeting that will determine the course of the future war has begun.]

"It seems you've almost fully recovered."

Lancelot said somewhat awkwardly.

"Fortunately, King Arthur intervened."

"Otherwise, I would have made a terrible mistake... I'm so sorry."

"Nothing."

Ian very generously forgave Lancelot.

“Showing your strongest abilities in a duel is a way of showing respect to your opponent.”

"Besides -"