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

"May you enjoy peace and tranquility for a long time." She sincerely wished him well.

"The Knights of the Round Table will always protect you."

This is the end point of the Arthurian legend, but it is also a new beginning for Camelot.

Artoria's abdication of the throne was not solely due to exhaustion.

She also has things she wants to experience.

That is, to continue living in this world as a "human being."

So let's start by returning Excalibur and Avalon to the lake.

The girl rode the East Starion back to her old village.

Upon learning of Hector's death, she laid flowers at his grave and then wept bitterly.

She composed herself and set off again for the sacred lake she had once known.

That was the place where she borrowed the holy sword.

The world will not stop what it is going to do because of any one person.

The wind was still blowing the same way.

The water still flows the same way.

The forests remain lush, and the meadows are still green.

Artoria, now wearing a white dress, stopped her horse.

She walked deeper into the forest.

That incredibly comforting feeling still permeates this area blessed by the lake spirits.

Just one sniff is enough to make you feel much more relaxed.

but--

Artoria didn't know why she felt a faint sadness.

And the deeper you go, the stronger this feeling becomes.

However, it didn't last long—because the feeling was quickly replaced by surprise.

At the lake deep in the forest, Artoria saw someone she never expected to see there.

That's Morgan.

She was sitting by the lake, gazing wistfully at the still, mirror-like surface of the lake.

The crown, symbolizing the pinnacle of Camelot's royal power, lay motionless on the grass beside her.

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, Artoria decided to say hello.

"Morgan."

"Ok?"

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Morgan turned around.

The moment she saw it was Artoria, her pupils widened involuntarily, but she quickly regained her composure.

Camelot now has everything he needs.

Artoria didn't even ask for a decent title.

To continue to hate her would be utterly shameless.

"It's you, Artoria."

"I can't believe I'm seeing you in a place like this."

“That’s the question I should be asking you,” Artoria replied. “How do you know about this lake where the Holy Sword can be borrowed?”

“This is where I was born, of course I know it.”

"..."

"..."

Artoria and Morgan looked at each other.

Despite their somewhat similar appearances, they could sense the regret hidden in each other's eyes.

"Shall we sit down and chat for a while?"

Morgan shifted his body to the side.

"You should still have this much time."

"Yeah, of course."

Artoria rolled up her skirt with both hands and sat down next to Morgan.

She looked at the lake and forced a smile.

"It seems that for you, the pressure of being king is basically non-existent."

"Fortunately."

Morgan stroked the crown beside her with her slender fingers.

"After all, I'm always thinking about things like this."

"Once you actually get to know it, it's much simpler than you imagined."

"is it?"

Artoria hugged her curled-up legs.

Is this what they mean by getting what you want?

"..."

After a moment of silence, Morgan laughed self-deprecatingly.

"That's not the case."

"After I sat in that position, I realized that my desire did not stem from the throne itself."

"I just don't like the feeling of being ignored."

"It's just one way to achieve this goal."

"But you——"

Morgan glanced at Artoria beside him, a questioning look on her face as she looked at the white dress she was wearing.

"I've never seen you like this before."

"Getting rid of the throne seems to have made you feel a lot more at ease?"

"More or less, I suppose."

A complex emotion flickered in Artoria's eyes.

"But it wasn't as good as I imagined."

"My mind is just a little clearer than before."

"is it?"

Morgan gave a wry smile.

"So I actually helped you out?"

“Perhaps,” Artoria shrugged. “At least for now.”

"..."

"..."

Silence fell once again.

Neither of them knew how to continue the conversation, and the silence was actually quite pleasant.

for a long time.

Morgan then spoke again:

"Artoria."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just hope you can go back to Camelot when you have time."

"why?"

"Because—"

Morgan's tone carried a hint of melancholy.

“I want to give you my youngest sister, Mordred.”

"Consider it an exchange for you giving Gawain the Excalibur Galatine."

"..."

This is an obvious lie.

Artoria paused for a moment, then asked a question that might have troubled her in the past.

"And Mordred, is she willing?"

“I think she would agree,” Morgan explained. “I just can’t get along with her.”

"If it were you, I think she probably wouldn't have acted that way."

“But I have never had the experience of raising children,” Artoria politely declined.

"But if things continue like this, you won't have any in the future, will you?"

Morgan mercilessly exposed Artoria's true situation.

"Why not take this opportunity to give it a try?"