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

"This is my response to you."

"..."

Looking at Vivian, who was quite moved, Ian realized that his confession had been accepted by her—something that seemed incredible to him at that moment.

"Really...that's great."

“Mr. Ian~” Artoria’s voice came from the other side.

"you're awake."

The man turned his head and saw the girl's face flushed with embarrassment, and he felt a surge of gratitude.

"Artoria, it's you."

"Thank you so much this time..."

"No, that's not true." Artoria's expression became even more shy—she was the kind of person who would get embarrassed whenever Ian praised her.

Only his praise could touch the girl's heart.

“These are all things I should do.”

"..."

Looking at his younger sister's innocent appearance and the special attention Ian paid to her.

After thinking for a moment, Vivian leaned close to Ian's ear and whispered her thoughts.

"This……"

Ian looked at the witch who had uttered those words with a rather surprised expression.

"Isn't this a bit too much?"

“No problem.” Vivian smiled calmly.

"Mr. Ian, sister, what are you talking about?"

“We were talking about this.” Vivian leaned close to Artoria’s ear and repeated what she wanted to do after their reunion that evening.

"..."

"So it can be done like this?" The girl was equally surprised.

“Of course,” Vivian said, taking Artoria’s hand. “If you don’t mind.”

"That--"

Artoria nodded shyly.

"Let's give it a try."

You have prepared a table.

This is a reunion for the three of you—and also a continuation of past memories.

You feel that some regrets in your heart are being made up for.

On the table.

The petite Artoria lay there completely naked.

Her hands and feet were wrapped in cloth and tied to the four legs of the table, so that her clean and beautiful body was stretched out in a starfish shape.

Her eyes were covered by her sister's underwear, which added a touch of shyness to her cheeks.

Above Artoria's lips was Vivian's clean, perfect, and treasured private area, where the girl's tongue could just touch.

The equally naked witch gently sat on her sister's lap, her legs slightly apart, in a duck-sitting position.

"Ian, let's begin~"

"Tonight...we all need to be happy."

With that, Vivian took Ian's hands and placed them on her chest.

Their lips met, followed by a passionate kiss from Britain, a memory etched deep within their minds.

As their tongues intertwined, Ian gradually had his inner desires stirred by the witch.

The man's hands kneaded her proud breasts into various shapes without stopping for a moment.

This long-lost feeling prompted Vivian to react as well. She no longer needed to guide the other person, and her hands were thus freed.

The witch wrapped her arms around the man's neck and whispered something in his ear during a pause in their kiss.

"Go in gently."

"My sister... is also getting impatient."

"Understood," the man nodded in reply, like the most loyal knight.

below.

Artoria suddenly trembled—she was experiencing normal male contact for the first time.

The feeling of being pulled along by the other person made the girl's cheeks flush and her heart beat faster.

Unable to move, she involuntarily shrank her body a little, making each of the other person's advances and retreats slow and comfortable.

Of course, Artoria did not forget her duties.

The girl will make up for the wonderful experience that her older sister lost by giving in to her, with the most effort she can.

Ever since——

And just like that, a complete perpetual motion machine chain appeared.

Vivian kept drawing out the desire in Ian's heart;

This desire brings Artoria, her younger sister, unprecedented joy, which she then projects back onto the witch, leading to their continuous passionate kiss.

The witch's longing surged uncontrollably, carrying with it emotions from the past thousand years.

Her fingers stopped on Artoria's slightly protruding, white belly, and then she gently pressed forward.

As his sister trembled, the witch spoke gently to him:

"You can pack a little more."

"Ian, let's do it again."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Ian paused for a moment when he instinctively uttered that name.

Vivian, her face flushed with drunkenness, smiled slightly.

She realized one thing—no matter what, he would always be her knight.

The three of you have achieved the most perfect harmony.

That was an exchange of feelings that never had a chance to be completed on the shores of the sacred lake, thousands of years ago.

You truly felt their love.

In the process of exchanging these feelings, you feel yourself experiencing more and more.

And that phrase, "Your Highness," seems to be part of those memories as well.

You believe you might regain all your memories soon.

However, at the same time, their relationship was also experiencing a turbulent period that was difficult to quell.

Evening, inside the gunfighting club of the private Suigunhara Academy.

The Tohsaka sisters and Archer Atalanta were tidying up the dojo.

only--

At this moment, the three of them each had different thoughts.

"You're something else, Archer." Rin Tohsaka pushed the target aside.

"They even borrowed everything from the archery club."

"It's alright," Atalanta laughed awkwardly. "After all, I don't know how to use a gun."

"If you need a substitute teacher—"

"Then I guess I can only use archery, which I'm good at... I can't let these students realize that I'm not a teacher, can I?"

"alright."

Rin Tohsaka didn't delve into the matter further, but instead asked another question.

"That--"

"Why did Ian just leave without any explanation, without leaving any information?"

"This one……"

Recalling Ian's earlier instructions—that Atalanta should never tell anyone and should push any problems onto himself.

The little cat wagged its tail and then answered:

"I don't know."

“Saber suddenly said he had some things to do... and then asked me to substitute for him.”

"That's strange..." Rin Tohsaka scratched her face, then looked at her younger sister beside her.

"Sakura, do you know what happened?"

"I don't know." Sakura Tohsaka forced a smile, then shook her head.

"Perhaps Mr. Ian has his own ideas... He should be back soon."

Although she said this on the surface, Sakura Tohsaka had absolutely no confidence in her heart.

Because she knew perfectly well that she had not given Ian any instructions—which meant he was acting on his own initiative.

What exactly happened...?

Sakura Tohsaka became increasingly worried the more she thought about it.

As her older sister, Rin Tohsaka quickly noticed her sister's unusual behavior.