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

Despite it being her own experience of being defiled, Artoria spoke as if she had obtained some rare treasure from Ian.

Even the most hard-hearted man would be moved by such words.

He pulled the girl into his arms, gently kissed her soft lips, and then smiled as he replied:

"of course."

"I'm very happy."

The girl blushed.

That was the most sincere emotion, but one that would never be expressed under normal circumstances.

"In that case, Mr. Ian, please continue to use this method as a way to express our hopes."

"until--"

"Mr. Ian, until you feel you can accept all of this."

"What if I never accept it?"

“Then let’s keep it this way!” Artoria tilted her head slightly and answered without hesitation.

"..."

Ian did not continue speaking.

He knew it took a lot of courage to say those words with a smile.

Artoria, she was serious.

You and she returned to the horse together.

You rode on the East Starien, retracing the path you had come from.

She nestled in your arms, just like a wife who had just spent her wedding night.

You didn't shatter her beautiful fantasy.

Because you know it will eventually crumble on its own.

As they passed a cliff, she suddenly reined in her horse.

"Mr. Ian."

Artoria gazed at the distant village, a nameless emotion stirring in her green eyes.

Do you enjoy a peaceful life?

"……fine."

It's impossible to say I don't like it.

However, the despicable knight's life has so far been completely devoid of peace.

"That's it..."

Artoria nodded thoughtfully.

"At least I don't dislike it!"

"Great."

You realize that Artoria's words seem to have a hidden meaning.

However, you don't intend to delve into it—after all, the result is meaningless to you.

You have returned safely to your military camp.

All the knights are overjoyed that you have acquired two holy swords.

Gareth cheered even more excitedly.

"Father, show us just how powerful the Sword of Victory is!"

You realize this might be an opportunity to further enhance your fame.

【You can not miss it.】

The midday sun is fierce and powerful.

Ian could feel that he was drawing a continuous stream of power from the Victory Sword in his hand.

[The Talent: Cyclic Victory Sword++ has been activated: The sun's grace bathes you and the Cyclic Victory Sword. To encourage the knights, you will unleash a powerful solar slash.]

[Gift of the Crimson Dragon + Activated: The magic drawn from Artoria is at your service, allowing you to maintain firm control over the range of this Sun Wheel Slash.]

Ian focused all his attention on the Sword of Victory.

He raised the blade in his hand.

The sword, with its azure hilt and silver blade, points towards the sky above.

The sunlight gathered in an instant, clinging to the holy sword like intertwined threads.

With a bang——

Flames erupted from the lowest point of the sword, surging upwards until the entire sword was enveloped in the sun's crimson flames.

If it is now the time of daylight.

Then, the moment the sword of victory takes effect, it's as if the blazing sun is descending from the sky, ready to burn everything to ashes.

No one would doubt that they had not fallen into the scorching earth.

No one thought they could escape the fiery mist emanating from the sword.

"Enough, Lord Ian."

Artoria spoke up.

"If this continues, your blade will harm our knights."

"understood."

Although he was the one who corrupted Artoria in private, Ian still maintained respect for her on the surface.

The flames brought by the sun vanished in an instant, as if they had never appeared on this land.

silence.

talk.

break out.

Finally, a deafening commotion erupted.

Every knight seemed incredibly excited.

After all, if even Ian's Excalibur Galatine can unleash such power.

So--

As the queen, Artoria's Excalibur is definitely no less powerful than this!

The dawn of victory seemed to be shining on all the knights at that very moment.

How could they possibly contain their excitement?

Artoria was quite content with this situation—she was never afraid that Ian would become arrogant because of the knights' praise.

"Father."

Gawain came to Ian's side.

His blue eyes, inherited from Morgan, were now filled with his father's admiration.

"I never imagined you possessed a skill even more formidable than swordsmanship!"

Although in front of others, Gawain has already shown himself to be mature and steady, an absolutely trustworthy knight.

But when facing his father Ian, Gawain is still just like the little boy who tried to learn all of his swordsmanship.

“My child, this is not my skill.”

Ian is very humble.

He raised the sword of victory in his hand.

"It gave me the means to do this."

“No.” Gawain shook his head.

"Father, your strength is evident to all."

"This is a change that a holy sword can bring you."

"When... will I be able to grow into someone like you?"

"My child, you will."

Ian looked at Gawain with affection.

"Because you are my proudest descendant."

"You don't need to be me—you should surpass me."

“You will receive power equal to, or even greater than, this.”

"..."

Gao Wen was initially delighted by the praise, but soon a worried expression appeared on his face.

Ian could not possibly fail to notice such an obvious change.

"Gawain, is there anything else you want to say?"

"Then let's say it all now. If it distracts us on the battlefield, there will be no chance to regret it."

Upon hearing Ian's words, Gawain hesitated for a moment before speaking directly.

“Father, I know this question may be offensive to you.”

"but--"

"I still want to say it."

“Father…” Gawain looked at Artoria, who was encouraging the knights.