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

"Ian, do you find me strange like this?"

"No, Your Highness."

Ian's hand stopped on Morgan's back.

"Your Highness, everyone has their own obsessions."

"It's just that your obsession is a little bit too strong."

"Ian, do you think it's possible?"

“Of course,” Ian answered without hesitation. “I’ve never doubted that.”

“Someone like you, Your Highness, should rightfully sit on the throne.”

"Idiot... You always say such stupid things, it's impossible for me to fall in love with you."

"But Your Highness, knights don't need to be that clever, do they?"

Morgan remained silent.

She simply held your hand tightly.

You realize that a large part of her long-cherished wish rests on you.

The event concluded in a subtle yet pleasant atmosphere.

Morgan kissed you and then went to the magic workshop alone—she seemed to want to calm herself down a bit.

Watching her retreating figure, you decide to cancel your appointment with Artoria tonight.

It wasn't that Ian didn't want to see Artoria.

After all, he knew he was carrying her last bit of affection on his shoulders.

Today really isn't the right day—I'll find another opportunity to explain it to her later.

But Ian never expected this.

As he walked past the corner of the corridor, preparing to return to his room, a familiar figure appeared there.

That was Artoria, dressed in a white dress.

"Good evening, Mr. Ian!"

66. Even the King of Camelot Gets Drunk One Day (4,000-word chapter)

You didn't expect Artoria to come looking for you at this time.

You certainly didn't expect her to dare show up at this time wearing that girlish white dress.

After all, at this crucial juncture, just before she was about to inherit the throne of Camelot, the consequences of discovering her true gender were unimaginable.

Even assuming that Artoria wasn't considered a woman because of Merlin's magic, the public outcry caused by her appearance would still be quite explosive.

But at the same time, you also realize that this is a manifestation of Artoria's determination.

She might be determined to meet you tonight.

Ian's feelings were complicated at that moment.

As the preserver of Artoria's last remaining emotions, he understood that all of this was the passion she should have possessed at her age.

It is only because of the heavy burden of fate that they have become like this.

"Artoria..."

Before Ian could finish speaking, the other person had already revealed their true feelings.

"Mr. Ian, you really don't want to see me, do you?"

Artoria lowered her head.

The girl clasped her hands together, a sign of sadness.

I know this, so I don't insist on anything.

"I came here to tell you that it's okay if we don't meet tonight, that's all."

"..."

Ian felt something touch his heart.

The vortex, which had barely calmed down, began to surge again.

“Mr. Ian, I’m done speaking.”

Artoria announced her death sentence in a low, somber voice.

"Then I won't bother you any longer. Sweet dreams."

A sorrowful girl walked past Ian, her golden high ponytail seemingly drooping down because of her sadness.

As they were about to part, Ian reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Don't go yet, Artoria."

"Since we're already here, let's chat for a while."

Artoria immediately turned around, her delicate face already showing unconcealed grievance.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl hugged Ian tightly, burying her face in his incredibly strong chest.

Looking at her like this, Ian hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently patted her back, silently comforting her.

to be honest--

This is a very risky move.

If people saw King Lotte and the future heir to the throne embracing each other outside the princess's room...

By the second day, Camelot was probably talking about it even among the ants on the ground.

but--

People will always have moments of adventure.

What's more, it's for a young girl who entrusted her last feelings to him?

Fortunately, luck did not abandon the two.

No one else appeared in the quiet corridor.

Artoria gradually calmed down.

She released Ian, took a few steps back, and whispered with a slightly flushed face.

"Mr. Ian, thank you."

"Your embrace is so warm."

"Hmm." Ian nodded. "That's good."

"..."

"..."

There was silence.

Artoria was unwilling to accept this silence.

She glanced at the door beside her and brought up a new topic.

"Um, she shouldn't be here right now, right?"

"He's definitely not here."

"That--"

Artoria reached out and touched the door.

"Mr. Ian, may I go in and take a look?"

"Huh?" Ian's eyebrows twitched.

"I didn't mean anything by it!" Artoria quickly waved her hand. "I... just wanted to see what your usual living quarters are like!"

"If that doesn't work, please pretend I didn't say anything!"

You realize this is a major turning point in your life.

[Logically, you should absolutely not let Artoria into this room.]

But at this moment, you realize a despicable possibility in her wish.

[Could Morgan's long-cherished wish for the throne be silently planted in Artoria's hopes for him at this moment?]

After careful consideration, you decided not to give up on this possibility.

You know you're even a little ashamed of yourself for being like this.

But you'd do anything for Morgan's throne.

You opened the door and led Artoria inside.

You know that even more outrageous things are bound to happen next.

"Is this where you usually rest, Mr. Ian?"

Artoria looked around curiously at everything.

"But how come all of these are her things?"

“Because this isn’t my room,” Ian explained, “so naturally there aren’t many of my things here.”

"That--"

Artoria sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs slightly.

“Mr. Ian, you can come to my room next time.”

"I can put a lot of your things there."

"..."