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

"Lord Lothar, the Knight King wishes to speak with you about some matters."

"..."

Ian looked at Morgan's beautiful figure in the mirror, his eyes showing some hesitation.

"…My Lady the Princess."

“Go ahead,” Morgan said, much more at ease.

"But Ian, keep your spear under control."

"That is to be expected, Your Highness."

You have temporarily left Morgan.

Led by the little maid, you arrive at the door of Artoria's room.

You sense that something seems a little off.

"Lord Ian, I shall take my leave now."

"Well, let's go."

After watching the little maid walk away, Ian hesitated for a moment before finally knocking on the door.

He had no idea what awaited him behind the door.

But he knew he had to do it.

"who is it?"

Artoria's cold voice came through.

In front of outsiders, she always spoke in this unapproachable tone.

"it's me."

Upon hearing that it was Ian, Artoria immediately changed her demeanor.

"Please wait for me!"

Several minutes passed before the door slowly opened a crack.

But even a crack was enough for Ian to see her behind the door—it was Artoria in her white dress.

After confirming that no one else was around, she happily said:

"Mr. Ian, please come in!"

Artoria led you into the room.

[And the moment you saw the interior decorations, you were once again genuinely surprised.]

Because this is just so wrong.

"Artoria, why is the room like this again?"

It was just as Ian had lamented.

Artoria's room had undergone another dramatic change compared to when she last visited.

If her previous imitations were clumsy attempts to imitate Morgan's room, then this time she has truly forged her own style—or rather, a style more akin to King Uther's.

"Because you said it looked strange, I changed it."

Artoria blushed as she stood in front of Ian.

"Mr. Ian, does this still make you feel uncomfortable?"

"...It's alright." Ian said truthfully.

"At least I think this style would suit you better."

"Really?!" Artoria seemed very happy.

"That's great!"

But then, as if she had just remembered something, she lowered her head and took Ian's hand.

"Mr. Ian, do you know what day it is today?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ian's heart skipped a beat, but he still wore a fake smile.

"It is the moment when you draw your sword and make it a reality."

"Congratulations, Artoria."

"Hmm..." Artoria blushed.

“But Mr. Ian, I’m actually a little nervous.”

"so--"

"Could you do me a favor?"

“Um, Artoria, you should know that there are some things that are not suitable for me to do.”

“Of course I know,” Artoria replied quickly.

"So this matter will absolutely not cause you any trouble, Mr. Ian!"

Ian became somewhat puzzled.

"In that case—what exactly is it?"

“Mr. Ian, the way you had me try wine tasting last time was really interesting.”

"so……"

Artoria blushed slightly and reached out to lift the white cloth off the table next to her.

There were several bottles of wine with corks on them.

The girl slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, shyly clutching the hem of her dress.

“Mr. Ian, I would like to bring your homemade Camelot to complete this ceremony.”

"..."

Ian was forced to become a bartender—he had no reason to refuse.

Fortunately, he knew some knowledge in this area because of Morgan, and the wine provided by Artoria was also of the highest quality.

Several wines are mixed in the perfect container, the clear liquid swirling in small eddies and releasing a rich aroma.

Ian finally understood why winemakers were always so particular about wine vessels.

Such a container, which allows the wine to blend completely together, is not something that can be easily obtained.

but--

The girl's capacity seemed to be quite full, and it might overflow as her body swayed.

But Ian also has a solution.

Under Artoria's tacit and warm gaze, he picked up the cork, which had long been cleaned by the wine.

"Artoria, if you feel unwell, tell me."

"Um……"

The girl's legs were trembling slightly.

The cork separating the inside and outside of the wine vessel was slowly put into place.

The garden's spring was tightly sealed off, so there was no longer any need to worry about fine, silky streams appearing.

"Are you ok?"

Ian helped the girl up.

"Maybe we should just forget about it?"

“No.” Artoria leaned against Ian.

"This is good enough."

"Thank you, Mr. Ian."

"I'm not nervous at all now."

Your meeting with Artoria ended with the aroma of wine and a young girl's kiss.

After some time, the investiture ceremony began.

You and Morgan didn't stand out much in the crowd.

After all, at this moment, you are destined to be just supporting characters.

"..."

Upon seeing Artoria on the throne, Morgan's expression nearly went completely out of control.

If Ian hadn't let her vent her frustrations on his arm, the situation probably wouldn't be as calm as it is now.

“That woman…” Morgan’s voice trembled.

"How dare they sit in that position!"

“It’s alright, Your Highness, that throne is not what we need,” Ian reassured Morgan beside him.

“You said you would have a more perfect throne.”

"But looking at her like this—"

Morgan's cheeks contorted in a spasm.

"Ian, I'm so indignant! Why can't it be me?!"

"..."

Ian completely understood how Morgan felt at that moment.

She has never been able to accept this predetermined fate she was born with.

Artoria is Morgan's absolute enemy at this moment.