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

"..."

Having said that, Artoria no longer refused.

"I understand."

“As long as Mordred doesn’t mind, I will bring her to live with me.”

"But I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Who is the father of that child?"

Artoria stared at Morgan.

"You seem to have never mentioned who your husband is."

"..."

Morgan looked at his hands, his eyes filled with deep longing.

"I don't remember who it was either."

All I know is that he was a very important person to me.

He would whisper sweet nothings in my ear, saying I was prettier than a flower, as pretty as a flower, or not as pretty as a flower.

"He would put his arm around my waist and greedily smell my scent in my ear."

"He's such a rigid idiot. Even though he's still full of energy, he'll really stop as soon as I tell him to stop."

"It's very interesting to torture such a person with your feet. Watching him want to move but dare not move makes me feel extremely happy."

"But now he has betrayed me."

"I told him not to leave, but he left anyway."

Morgan's heartfelt remembrance moved Artoria deeply.

She couldn't help but express her innermost thoughts.

"I also have someone very important to me, but I can't remember who they are."

"He was very strong, and he spoke so gently."

"He liked to drink wine in very strange ways, but he never got drunk."

"He's a hypocrite. He says he's happy, but in reality, it's always a very difficult thing to feel his warmth."

"He thought I knew nothing, but I actually knew everything."

"Artoria, you must hate such a hypocrite, right?" Morgan asked.

"Do not."

Artoria shook her head.

"I miss him."

Even though he deceived me, I still miss him.

"I want to see him."

Morgan remained silent, then nodded.

"me too."

"I miss him too."

"I wish we could meet again."

The hope is that this will be conveyed back and forth during their conversation.

The sisters, who were once bitter enemies, now stand together on the grass by the lake, recounting the story of the person forgotten by the world.

The prayers of new life intertwine and converge between the old and new kings.

This forest lake, which has witnessed countless miracles, has once again attracted countless spirits.

Like fireflies, they follow that longing description, picking up the bits and pieces of the world that have been missed.

If one can no longer exist as a "person".

So--

Let me respond to the Midsummer Night's Dream of the Two Kings of Britain as an "elf".

With this in mind, a figure appeared on the path through the woods.

"Morgan."

"Artoria."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"as well as--"

"I miss you too."

87. A Few Miracles, the Future of Britain (4,000-word chapter, Volume One complete)

This is a miracle born from "longing".

If one cannot fully describe the person they miss with their own abilities, then fill in the remaining details with more of their own perspective.

[He was obedient in her eyes.]

He was a hypocrite in her eyes.

They are all part of him.

[Through this patchwork, a miracle that should not have existed was born.]

[A "human" rejected by the world returns to the universe as an "elf."]

"..."

"..."

Upon hearing that voice etched deep into their souls, Artoria and Morgan, standing by the lake, turned around together and froze in place.

Because standing in front of them was none other than that familiar yet unrecognizable part of their memories.

I remembered.

I remembered everything.

That being named "Ian".

A selfish, corrupt, despicable, and shameless victim.

"Mr. Ian!"

Realizing this, Artoria threw herself into his arms.

"I miss you so much... Where have you gone?"

"..."

Looking at the girl in his arms, who was so heartbroken from crying, Ian could only gently pat her back and say softly:

"So that's why I'm back, isn't it?"

"Artoria, don't cry."

"If you keep crying, I won't be able to see you smile anymore."

Compared to Artoria's undisguised initiative, Morgan, though also overjoyed to see the person he longed for, was much more mature in his actions.

She looked at Ian before her and said coldly:

"Although I do miss him, I don't want to indulge in illusions for that reason."

"I know he would never want to see me become like that."

"so--"

"If it's an illusion created in the lake, then please dissipate quickly."

After ascending the throne, Morgan took a long time to re-examine himself.

What exactly do I want?

What are the things you don't want?

She had thought about it many times.

So even now, when she is ill with longing, she remains lucid in the world.

but--

This is not an illusion.

Ian looked at Morgan, who was expressionless, smiled slightly, and then said:

"Princess."

"May I answer your question about who is more beautiful, you or the flower, one more time?"

"If that's the case, then you should believe that I'm not hallucinating, right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Morgan's azure eyes trembled as if an earthquake had struck.

This question, which has permeated her life to this day, is definitely not one that can be answered by some illusion in the lake.

"Ian, it's you."

"How dare you leave me without a word! Did I ever give you that right?!"

While uttering words that sounded extremely authoritarian, Morgan's actions were so hurried.

She walked up to him and kissed those lips that only existed in her memory.

In the miraculous fireflies, the three reunited merged into one.