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

for a long time.

The initial emotion faded slightly.

Morgan released his mouth, and Artoria lifted her head from his embrace.

"Mr. Ian...where have you gone?" the girl asked.

Why can't I remember your name?

Ian shrugged.

"Artoria, I have no way to answer your question."

"No answer?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “Because even I don’t remember where I went.”

"All I know is that I'm going to kill a bastard."

"But he seems to have fled to a place I can't reach, and he's even hidden his name."

"But I won't let him get away with it."

"If he's so capable, let him hide there for the rest of his life."

"this--"

A look of confusion crossed Artoria's green eyes.

"Mr. Ian, why do you have this wish?"

"..."

Ian paused for a moment, then smiled and replied:

"No reason."

"I just suddenly felt like doing it."

That's certainly not the truth.

But if I tell Artoria all the reasons and make her bear these burdens, then what difference is there between myself and King Uther and Merlin?

Her life should no longer be bound by any shackles.

"That--"

Morgan looked at the man in front of her.

"Ian, what's wrong with you now?"

"If we're talking about this..."

Ian looked at the calm lake beside him.

"Perhaps it was your descriptions that helped these elves find a way to 'piece together' me?"

"I could feel that it was a gradual recovery process."

"Is it a spirit from the lake?"

Morgan murmured the words.

"That--"

“Ian, I might have a way to restore you to your human form, but it may take a little time.”

“No.” Ian shook his head.

"Your Highness, there is no need to do this."

"The situation is already miraculous; forcibly changing it with external forces will only lead to greater disaster."

"I don't want things to turn out that way."

Morgan stared directly at him and shouted with an unquestionable gaze.

"Ian, are you trying to disobey my orders?"

“Your Highness, you know that’s not what I meant, but there are always things that can’t be done even with orders.”

"But I am the king now!"

Morgan grabbed Ian's hand, appearing somewhat hysterical.

"You dare disobey the king's orders?!"

"..."

Ian did not answer the question.

At this moment, Artoria spoke up.

"That's enough, Morgan."

"The king's existence is not for forcing people to do what is not right. You should know this better than I do, right?"

"..."

Morgan turned his head away upon hearing this, looking quite unconvinced.

“Artoria, even if you don’t say it, of course I know about such things.”

"But you clearly share the same thoughts as me, hoping he can come back, don't you?"

"Then how is your hypocrisy any different from mine?"

“I do want Mr. Ian back.”

Artoria gazed at the man before her with deep affection, her green eyes filled with reluctance.

"But what if this is the choice he made?"

"Then I will definitely accept it."

"Because love is not a shackle that binds us together, is it?"

"..."

Morgan was speechless.

She knew she lost.

But she refused to admit defeat.

"Artoria, thank you."

Ian responded to the girl.

"I'm so lucky to be understood by you like this."

"I--"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Miracles are not things that can continue indefinitely.

Such disappearances are actually to be expected.

They all sensed that Di was simply unwilling to bring it up.

But at least—

His traces have returned to this world in another form.

Although only two people witnessed it, it is still an invaluable treasure.

"Morgan."

Artoria looked at the empty forest, tears streaming down her face.

Do you remember him?

“I have never forgotten.” Morgan’s voice was tinged with sobs. “He was the only one who dared to defy me like that.”

"That--"

Artoria wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Come here more often in the future."

"Maybe I'll see him again someday."

“I was planning to do this even without you saying so. There’s no way I’d give him to you.” Morgan suppressed his sadness.

Never...

You are no longer forgotten by this world.

This is a rare and fleeting miracle.

Artoria and Mordred settled in the forest.

She constantly recounted your story to this daughter adopted from Morgan, as if you were right beside her.

This piqued Mordred's curiosity.

"Mother, what is your relationship with that man named Ian?"

"You're always talking about his story."

The child's curious gaze made Artoria fall into deep thought.

"If you're asking about our relationship..."

"That--"

"He's probably my hero."

“Your hero?!” Mordred blinked his blue eyes, which were almost identical to Morgan’s.

Has he done anything particularly impressive?

"Yeah." Altria nodded.

"He saved me."

"Wow--!"