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

"You knew I was capable of handling that level of power, which is why you went all out, right?"

"From this perspective, I, who made the mistake, am perhaps the one who should apologize."

"Ah."

Lancelot smiled.

"Ian, as the victor, you speak with such composure."

"In comparison, it makes me seem rather despicable and disrespectful to you."

"It doesn't matter if you look down on me," Ian smiled slightly.

"But whether now or in the future, please do not look down on the King of Camelot."

“Hmm.” Lancelot shrugged. “The winner is always right.”

"but--"

"You called me over to meet you, you didn't just want to say something like that, did you?"

"of course not."

Ian picked up the Excalibur Galatine from the side.

"Lancelot, you also obtained your sword from the lake, didn't you?"

"..."

Seeing Ian's state, Lancelot also drew his Indestructible Aroundigh.

"That's one way to put it, but not entirely."

"Oh? What does this mean?"

“I did not ‘take’ the blade from the lake.”

Lancelot looked at the azure blade in his hand, as calm as the surface of a lake under the moonlight.

“I am a knight raised by the lake spirits.”

"They gifted me the pristine beauty of the Aroundigh, allowing me to travel across the French soil."

"I see."

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"According to your statement, it shouldn't be described as 'acquisition,' but rather as 'inheritance.'"

"maybe."

Lancelot didn't mind.

"Anyway, it has been with me for a long time and is my most reliable weapon."

"In that case—"

Ian looked at Lancelot in front of him.

Have you ever thought about finding a new reason to wield this sword inherited from the lake?

"..."

Lancelot could naturally tell that there was a hidden meaning in the other person's words.

“Ian, you can just say it.”

"Well--"

Having said all that, Ian no longer concealed his purpose.

"Lancelot, fight for King Arthur!"

"The Knights of the Round Table need the blade in your hand."

You told Lancelot the reason Camelot was going to war.

All the conflicts point to Vortigern—you don't want Artoria's identity to be persecuted.

Of course, you didn't expect Lancelot to immediately agree after you gave such a reason.

After all, he was a French knight, not a British one.

But just like fate always likes to play tricks on you.

Once again, things have taken an unexpected turn.

"I understand."

Lancelot nodded after Ian finished speaking.

"I accept all of this."

"..."

Ian's silence displeased Lancelot.

"What kind of look is that? Are you doubting what I'm saying?"

“…somewhat.” Ian did not deny the other person’s statement.

“Alright,” Lancelot said, not angry, “then I’ll add another reason.”

"France and Britain are lands separated by the sea."

"I can fight against an enemy that comes from across the sea at some point in the future, or I can gather my strength together like we are now to eliminate all problems at their source."

"But the latter is clearly much more cost-effective."

"Now you shouldn't doubt me anymore, right?"

“Hmm… indeed.” Ian extended his hand. “I am willing to fight alongside you.”

Lancelot smiled calmly and grasped the hand that was being extended to him.

"mutual encouragement."

"But before that—"

Can I ask you one more question?

“Of course,” Ian replied with a smile.

"We are already allies."

"Hmm." Lancelot nodded.

"Then can you tell me, what exactly is the nature of your relationship with King Arthur?"

"..."

Ian pondered for a moment, then met Lancelot's gaze and responded:

"She is someone I would protect with my life, nothing more."

"That's it..."

Lancelot gave a knowing smile.

"If it's about fulfilling an oath at the cost of one's life, then I can understand."

"Understood?"

Ian was somewhat puzzled.

"Lancelot, have you found out something strange?"

"It's not really anything strange."

Lancelot raised his sword and pointed it at a spot not far away.

"I just feel that King Arthur only sees you."

"Everything else seems to be a step below this king."

"Hmm... Now that I understand you two have a bond that transcends life and death, it makes a lot more sense."

"..."

Ian felt a mix of emotions upon hearing this.

After a long while, he managed to force a smile.

"Yes...a bond forged in life and death."

These are the perfect words to describe my relationship with Artoria.

Every word tells a story.

Camelot's elite forces have resumed their campaigns.

Lancelot's addition will make you even more formidable.

This knight from a foreign land certainly possesses extraordinary abilities.

[At the same time, the gathering of the three holy swords in the lake adds to your even more captivating aura.]

More and more knights came seeking their services, and the name of the Round Table resounded throughout Britain, reaching its zenith.

[The number of times you have intentionally profaned Artoria is also increasing.]

The girl had grown accustomed to lying beneath you, to the midnight hours spent with you entering and exiting her in the back garden.

Occasionally, she'll turn around and shyly ask if her performance that day wasn't good, resulting in a smaller flow.

It was as if, to her, that place truly was a place where life continued.

The rift between you may only be one step away.

Time flew by amidst the unstoppable advance on the battlefield.

Finally, the day of direct confrontation with Vortigern has arrived.

83. The Battle of the White Dragon, which begins amidst the princess's unease (4,000-word chapter)

This was a war that would decide the fate of Britain.