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

"Yes."

You watched Gawain leave.

You realize that while your rumors did have an effect, they weren't as perfect as you had imagined.

You feel you need to find out what your children think about the current situation.

The first person you summoned was Gahoris.

He is Gao Wen's younger brother, the second oldest among his siblings.

"Gaholis".

"Father."

“Gahoris, what are your thoughts on the rumors circulating in the city?” Ian asked directly.

"..."

Gahoris was silent for a moment, then gave his opinion.

“Father, rather than pondering such questions now, I would rather judge right and wrong based on future events.”

"Continue what is right and correct what is wrong; this is the lesson you taught us."

You realize that Gahoris's thoughts are somewhat similar to Gawain's.

But unlike Gawain, who never questioned anything, he seemed to have his own set of standards for judgment.

You let him leave.

【You brought A-Yingwen here.】

"Father."

“Ah Dingwen, you seem to have never expressed your opinion.”

"But this time, I'd like to hear your opinion on these comments in the city."

"Meaningless."

Argentine answered Ian's question almost without hesitation.

"Why do you think so?"

“Tell me, A.I. Wen.”

"Because it is a sword that is destined to be opened only for one person."

Ah Dingwen looked at his hands, as if he were recalling something.

“Father, I realized this the moment I touched it.”

Like Gawain, Argentine also participated in the attempt to draw the sword.

However, the time he spent trying was probably not even enough for a single breath.

"So, Ah Dingwen, do you think this method is reasonable?"

"It may be reasonable, or it may not be, but as long as it allows Britain to continue, I have no objection."

You realize that Abdul Rahman is far more mature than you imagined.

He neither directly admitted his thoughts like Gawain, nor maintained a wait-and-see attitude like Gahoris.

What he seemed to be pursuing was a far more profound question: the survival of Britain.

You let him leave.

You brought Gareth here.

She is the youngest sister.

"Father!"

Gareth hopped over to Ian.

"You've looked for all your brothers, and now it's finally just me?"

The youngest one is always the one who gets the most love.

Gareth's lively demeanor made Ian smile and pat her head.

"Yes, it's finally your turn."

"Tell me, what do you think of these comments in the city?"

"Uh--"

Gareth tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes, and pursed his chin before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

"We should be Camelot..."

"stop."

Ian interrupted Gareth's already disjointed speech.

"Garres, this isn't what you originally wanted to say, is it?"

"Eh?!"

Gareth's eyes widened, and he looked incredulous.

"Father, how did you know?"

“Because this is not the tone you should be using when you speak.” Ian looked at his youngest daughter.

"Who taught you to say that?"

"I can't tell!" Gareth waved his hand. "Otherwise, Brother Gawain will scold me!"

"So it was Gao Wen who taught him."

"Huh?!" Gareth was shocked once again. "Why did you know, Father, when I didn't say anything?"

“That’s not important. Why did he teach you to say that?” Ian asked.

“Because Gawain said…” Gareth muttered, “If I were to tell you my true thoughts, you would definitely scold me.”

Hearing this, Ian became somewhat interested.

"Nagares, what were you originally going to say?"

"Uh……"

"Go ahead, I won't be angry."

“That’s it—” Gareth poked his finger.

"Father, isn't there a saying that goes, 'Even the most barren wheat field will yield a bountiful harvest if enough seeds are sown'?"

"So, I think the root of the problem lies with you and your mother."

“Look, you and Mother are both very outstanding people, and in fact, apart from me, Brother Gao Wen and the others are also very capable people.”

I want to—

Gareth looked up at Ian, his eyes sparkling.

"If I had more younger brothers and sisters, then surely someone would be able to pull out the sword!"

"That way, we won't have to worry about this problem anymore!"

I have to admit that Gawain was right.

Gareth's statements were completely unreliable; they were the kind of statements that would make you wonder if there was something wrong with his thinking.

However, since I promised her I wouldn't get angry, I should keep my word.

“Gares, I understand what you mean. What you said does make some sense.”

"Phew~" Gareth breathed a sigh of relief.

"I knew it! Brother Gao Wen's worries were unnecessary! Father, how could you get angry over just a few words?!"

Gareth left full of energy.

You started thinking about all the conversations that had just taken place.

You realize that rumors aren't a magic bullet.

Everyone has a different perspective on rumors, and their opinions may not necessarily converge; your children are the best proof of this.

You've decided to resort to some more radical and despicable methods.

You need to make it clear to others that Atolis's appearance may not necessarily be a good thing.

Inside the magic workshop.

"Your Highness, is it possible to accomplish what I've described?"

"of course."

Morgan answered without the slightest hesitation.

"If it's just a matter of temporarily disabling those magic seeds, it's not difficult for me at all."

"But if this happens—"

Morgan looked at Ian in front of her, a hint of concern appearing in her blue eyes.

"You should know what it means for those ordinary people."

"Yes I know."

A hint of regret flickered in Ian's resolute gaze, but it was only for a moment.

"Therefore, we must absolutely not let anyone know that this matter is related to you, Your Highness."

“I will bear all the sins alone.”

"..."

Morgan walked up to Ian, tiptoed slightly, and left a light kiss on his weathered face.

"Ian, you are truly my best pawn."

"That is to be expected, Your Highness."