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

He sat down on a rock nearby, striking a relaxed and carefree pose.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, it's not of any use to you anyway."

"Go and call over the person in charge; I want to talk to him."

Although Merlin seemed nonchalant and carefree, his words carried a strange, unsettling quality.

Even these two ordinary guards could sense that something was amiss.

They began to divide the work and cooperate.

One person remained to guard Merlin, while the other ran towards the city.

Soon after, another figure appeared at the city gate.

That's Gawain—the person in the city whose status is second only to you and Morgan.

"Lord Gawain, this is the person."

The guard led the way, pointing to Merlin's location.

"..."

Gawain remained silent—he was quietly observing Merlin before him.

He was carefree, unkempt, and his behavior carried an inexplicable sense of frivolity.

Every single point struck at the very point that Gawain, who held himself to the highest standards of knighthood, could not tolerate.

To be fair.

If it weren't for the many restrictions imposed by his knightly status, he felt he might have drawn his sword and stabbed the guy.

but--

Gawain did not forget everything he was required to do as a knight.

A sword should not be swung at others indiscriminately.

Because that would only make the power of discourse subordinate to the power of the strong and the weak.

He didn't want to see this happen.

After calming himself down, Gao Wen prepared to make a tentative approach to Merlin.

"Hello, I am……"

But before the knight could even announce his name, Merlin preemptively struck with a smile.

"You're Gawain, right?"

"you?"

Gao Wen was somewhat surprised—after all, he had never met the person in front of him before.

But Merlin continued to maintain the same posture as before.

“Gawain, the magical blessing on you is indeed very powerful.”

"But unfortunately, you're not the one I wanted to see. If it's possible, could you please make another trip?"

"..."

Gao Wen's attitude gradually changed from slight dislike to caution.

In the short time it took to meet Merlin for the first time, he seemed to know his own name and the blessing from his mother Morgan.

This is definitely not something an ordinary person can do.

"so--"

"Do you wish to see Father and Mother?"

“No.” Merlin shook his head. “I just want to see your father.”

“But he’s very busy,” Gao Wen replied truthfully.

"It's alright," Merlin smiled slightly.

“Just tell him the name Artoris—he will come to see me.”

"..."

Gawain sensed that the Merlin before him was no ordinary person.

He realized this was a message he had to convey to you.

After confirming the name he wanted to deliver the message to you, he crossed the streets of Camelot and came to you.

Following Merlin's instructions, he gave you the name "Artorius".

You realize that this man is the magician who has been secretly interfering with your plans with Morgan.

You have temporarily entrusted the tasks at hand to Gawain.

You have decided to go and meet Merlin.

"Lord Ian!"

Ian's arrival made the guards at the city gate nervous.

"Let him in."

"Yes!"

"Thank you so much."

Merlin, who had come to Ian's side, put on a very grateful expression.

“King Ian of Lotte, without you, I don’t think I would have been able to enter the city.”

"..."

"Enough with the nonsense." Ian's face was tense. "Let me know your purpose."

"Let's talk somewhere else first," Merlin said with a gentle smile.

"Where do you want to go?"

"There."

Merlin didn't just point to a random place.

That's on the city wall.

[Atoris almost fell from here once.]

You realize that he definitely knows things he shouldn't know.

You decide to do as he asks for the time being.

You have climbed the city walls.

"Oh... is this the place where Artorias almost fell down back then?"

Merlin crouched down, looked at the patterns on the city wall, and ran his finger across them a few times.

"I can imagine what that scene would be like."

"Did you just come to see these things?"

Ian stood behind him and asked this question.

"That can't be right, can it?"

"Of course not." Merlin stood up, his tone becoming more composed.

"I just want to tell you that even if you hadn't helped back then, Atolis wouldn't have died."

"Merlin, what are you trying to prove?"

“I don’t want to prove anything.” Merlin shook his head. “I’m just here to tell you.”

"We've gone off on a tangent—"

Merlin took a few steps forward and stood precisely on the edge of the city wall where Atolis had almost slipped and fallen years ago.

“On the way here, I saw the wheat fields you and Morgan left outside the city.”

"I have to admit, you do have some skills."

"So, Merlin, are you planning to admit all of this?"

Ian's hand stopped on the scabbard at his waist.

"Do not."

“I don’t care about these things.”

Merlin looked at the vast golden wheat fields outside the city and answered without hesitation:

"The election of the new king will begin soon."

"you……"

Before Merlin could finish speaking, Ian behind him drew his sword and thrust it towards Merlin's heart.

This was not a random act of drawing the sword.

Rather, he sensed that Merlin had no chance of standing with him and Morgan.

In that case——

Then kill him in a despicable way.

No matter how skilled a magician is, his body is extremely vulnerable the moment a sword or knife pierces him.

Logically speaking, that should indeed be the case.

But if——

Has his body never been here before?

The blade pierced Merlin's chest, but caused no damage.

He turned around and looked at the incredulous Ian.

"Your ability to take action is even stronger than I imagined."