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

sunrise.

Atalanta wisely left beforehand.

Meanwhile, Jeanne Alter was still fast asleep—her face beaming with a smile, as if she were having some indescribable beautiful dream.

Feeling somewhat depressed, Ian quietly got out of bed and headed towards the top floor of the castle.

He decided to spend some time alone.

However, what the man didn't expect was—

To his surprise, he saw Lancelot, who had also come here, at this time.

Ian had a feeling that meeting him was not a good thing, so he prepared to leave quietly.

But Lancelot spoke up at this moment:

"Is it not a good idea for you to leave as soon as you see me?"

"At least... talk to me for a few minutes, okay?"

"..."

no solution anymore.

Since Lancelot had already put it this way, Ian knew he couldn't pretend he hadn't heard anything.

He came to the side of the Knight of the Round Table.

Good morning, Lancelot.

"Are you here to watch the sunrise?"

“Yes.” Lancelot looked at the sun, which had just risen from the horizon.

"After all, this is French territory, isn't it?"

"But I never expected that the sun would still be so dazzling so many years later."

"Everything seems to have changed, yet everything seems to remain the same."

"..."

To be fair, in Ian's memory, his contact with Lancelot seems to be limited to that one battle he fought as the "Shadow of the Knight King".

Even so, the knight from the other side of the coast's attitude of accepting defeat left a deep impression on him.

This is a very disciplined knight, and also possesses considerable strength.

"really.."

Ian's gaze also turned to where the sun was.

"But even so, it's still there, isn't it?"

"..."

"Right."

Lancelot looked at Ian beside him.

"Speaking of which-"

"Are you really going to marry that Master?"

“…Yes.” Ian nodded. “It was her order.”

"What about Artoria?"

"..."

Lancelot's abrupt change of topic startled Ian.

He looked at the knight in front of him and realized that the other party must have noticed something.

"Lancelot, what do you mean by this?"

"nothing."

Lancelot smiled slightly.

"I just felt that you resembled someone I remembered... that's why I asked."

"Judging from your reaction now, it seems that's really the case."

"So you're planning to tell the Master?"

“No.” Lancelot shook his head. “I have absolutely no such thoughts.”

"And even if I did say it... given how much that Dragon Witch likes you, she probably wouldn't care about what I said at all."

"but--"

The Knight of the Lake looked at Ian, a hint of regret in his eyes born from witnessing certain events.

Did you know... that King Arthur was a girl?

“I know… I’ve always known,” Ian replied.

"Is that so?" Lancelot's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

"That's great."

"Let's call it a day... Don't forget the wedding that's coming up."

"I will wish you all the best."

"……Um."

Silence returned.

Ian realized that Lancelot might have sensed his and Artoria's inappropriate feelings a long time ago.

only--

He just never mentioned it.

The sun climbed higher and higher until it reached the very top of the sky.

As arranged by Gilles de Rais, Ian began to wait in the room for Jeanne Alter.

His feelings were somewhat complicated at that moment.

One reason was that he realized the birth of Jeanne Alter was not as simple as he had imagined.

There may be many things involved that are difficult to explain.

On the other hand, the man did indeed sense the Dragon Witch's anticipation for the wedding.

She was serious, and not just fooling around because of her limited understanding.

Ian found that his heart was beginning to crack as Jeanne Alter showed her sincerity.

This feeling was quite unpleasant for him.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door.

Ian hadn't expected anyone to come looking for him at this time.

Could it be... that Jeanne Alter was prepared in advance?

With a mix of thoughts swirling in his mind, the man opened the door.

But what he saw was Atalanta.

Upon seeing Ian, the catgirl immediately blushed.

Before the other person could even speak, she had already started speaking in a low voice as if it were an instinct.

"Master, Master."

"..."

Ian smiled as he looked at Atalanta, who had come here on her own initiative.

He bent down and hoisted Atalanta onto his shoulder.

"Master, what are you doing?" the catgirl asked, somewhat flustered.

"What do you think?" Ian returned to the room, slammed the door shut, and then put her on the bed.

"Who else can I do now?"

"..."

Atalanta, who fully understood Ian's meaning, became even more shy.

"But Master...you're going to marry your Master soon, right?"

"Doing this now... seems inappropriate, doesn't it?"

"What you're saying isn't very convincing."

Ian stroked the catgirl's soft head.

"You came here on your own initiative...doesn't that mean you don't actually think it's a bad thing?"

"Or--"

"Have you suddenly realized your conscience and want to go back?"

“That’s not true!” Atalanta quickly denied the claim.

"Then let's not waste our time."

"..."

The catgirl fell silent.

She knew that as a pet, she had an obligation to serve her owner.

Once again, the room echoed with sounds that were sure to excite the mind and body.

This time, the Noble Phantasm won't just stay in one place.

after a while.