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

"Well then, Mr. Ian, see you later."

Atolis smiled slightly, and carrying the broken half of the sword, walked alone to the other end of the street.

Her steps were light and swift, completely lacking the imposing manner she had displayed when confronting Gawain.

No one knew what had happened—they only sensed that King Ian of Lot seemed to have used some very powerful methods.

"Father."

Gao Wen moved closer.

"Then now..."

Ian composed himself and replied:

"Gawain, just keep doing what you're supposed to do."

"Well...I see."

Gawain never questioned his father's orders.

However, this time is an exception.

"Father, may I ask you something before we go?"

"Ask away, my child."

"that is--"

Gawain looked in the direction of the street where Artorius had disappeared.

"What exactly did he say to you?"

"..."

Sometimes Ian really wanted to shut Gawain up.

"nothing."

"He just wanted to talk to me about something."

Of course, what you told Gawain wasn't entirely the truth.

[Atolis does want to talk to you—but it's not really just a simple chat.]

"Mr. Ian, I have something important to tell you. Please come to the city wall at dusk; I'll be waiting for you there."

You don't know what that means.

But you can sense that this allows you to learn more about her.

So you agreed.

Gawain's defeat brought this one-versus-many duel to a close with Atolis' victory, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

[Gawain started working according to your command line.]

Everything seemed to have returned to square one, only slightly tilted in Atolis's direction.

Just as you were about to leave, a hand landed on your shoulder.

Feeling someone put their hand on his shoulder, Ian turned around and saw an unexpected figure.

That's Merlin.

He was wearing a white coat and had a faint smile on his face.

Ian immediately became wary—whenever this guy smiled, it was never a good sign.

However, Merlin didn't mind Ian's attitude.

He continued, speaking in that nonchalant manner:

"Don't look at me like that. I did bring Camelot a fine king, didn't I?"

Upon hearing this, several fine veins bulged on Ian's forehead.

"Merlin, you better not let me find a way to kill you."

"Hahahaha!" Merlin burst into laughter.

"If that could really happen, it would be a novel experience."

"But unfortunately—I don't even know how to kill myself."

“However,” Merlin’s smile faded, “before you kill me, don’t you want to learn more from me?”

"..."

You don't seem to have much information on hand.

You finally decided to have a brief talk with Merlin.

You and he arrived at the wheat field outside the city.

"I said, there's really no need to go to such extremes, is there?"

Merlin picked a stalk of wheat with black ears.

“This is tantamount to bringing the entire Camelot into the game as a bargaining chip—is that really a good fit for you?”

He realized that Merlin had seen through his and Morgan's tricks in the wheat field.

Ian was quite decisive.

"What? Are you planning to expose this?"

"No."

Merlin tossed away the black wheat ears in his hand, which turned into petals the moment they hit the ground and drifted away with the wind.

"I didn't say anything when you used magic to make them more efficient."

"Then when everything returns to normal, it will naturally be no longer my place to point fingers."

"..."

Ian did not let his guard down.

"If that's not the case, Merlin, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Just some simple instructions."

Merlin turned around, his face still bearing that smile that Ian found unbearable.

"For example, these seeds will soon regain their vitality under my magic."

One more thing to remind you—

Merlin looked at Ian.

"You seem to have forgotten something very important."

"Something very important?"

“Yes.” Merlin nodded.

“You may indeed be able to do better than the selected people in many ways.”

"But don't forget, no one but her could kill Vortigern."

Are you referring to the legend of the Red Dragon?

Ian looked at the other person.

"But that was clearly just a rumor you deliberately created, wasn't it?"

"No." Merlin shook his head.

"I don't have the energy to do so much just to create so-called rumors."

"She was already destined to defeat Vortigern—for this she needed to undergo all sorts of training, abandon meaningless emotions, and ultimately become a perfect king."

Merlin's words have enlightened you.

Now you understand why Artoria changed so much before and after drawing his sword.

[This was all Merlin's arrangement.]

To be more precise, it was an arrangement made by Merlin and King Uther.

Does she know about this?

“I know,” Merlin replied calmly, “but whether she knows it or not, she has to accept it.”

"After all, whatever her answer was, there was no other way to choose."

Did the late king know you were doing this?

"What do you think?" Merlin countered.

"..."

Even though he was completely opposed to Artorius, Ian couldn't help but retort.

“You are taking away what she should have at her age.”

"So what? You think it's right to give up on defeating Voodoo Geng because of this?"

Merlin still wore that frivolous smile.

"While I don't really care, would you want to see something like this happen?"

"Eh... just think about the destruction of Britain and stuff—"

"Anyway, she's willing to take on this responsibility, so it's only natural that she'd sacrifice some things, right?"

Merlin had barely finished speaking when he received a solid punch to the face from Ian.

Blood spurted from the corner of his mouth and splattered on the ground beside him.

Merlin turned around and saw Ian's furious expression.

"You bastard! What kind of talk is that?!"

"Is this the kind of evaluation you should give?!"

"But--"