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

In the military camp.

The knights, their morale high, were conducting military drills.

Each of them was filled with an unwavering determination to win.

Under the training of Percival and Palamedes, this determination was fully utilized.

This is Camelot's absolute elite.

It's right before our eyes now.

Ian and Artoria were walking side by side.

They walked slowly through the group of knights, accepting their gazes.

"Mr. Ian."

Artoria lowered her voice and spoke in a tone that only Ian could hear.

"Have you heard what the knights have been talking about lately?"

"Are you referring to the rumors about that Night Assassin?"

“Yes.” Artoria nodded. “Isn’t it said that an assassin will launch an attack on us tonight?”

"Mr. Ian, what do you think?"

Ian smiled.

"Nonsense."

"If an assassin dares to attack us at night, he is definitely overestimating himself."

"Rather than believing that such a thing is real, I think it is more likely that it is a rumor spread by the enemy to disrupt the morale of our troops."

Although her relationship with Ian turned into a shameful affair at night, Artoria knew he wasn't the kind of person whose mind was only filled with lust.

Having traversed battlefields with unparalleled skill, his analytical abilities were certainly no less than his own.

"Disrupting morale?" Artoria nodded thoughtfully.

“Mr. Ian, what you said does make some sense.”

"In that case—"

"Should we just pretend we didn't hear these rumors?"

Ian shook his head.

"Do not."

"If we pretend this didn't happen, the knights will think we're arrogant and complacent."

"Therefore, it is still very necessary to pay the most basic attention."

"Right."

Artoria grasped her Excalibur.

"So--"

"Let's just be a little more vigilant."

After saying this, Artoria suddenly realized something.

“Mr. Ian, in that case—”

"Can I now openly call you over at night?"

"Eh?"

A young girl's thoughts are always honest and undisguised.

That was the most straightforward expression of longing.

Artoria has issued an order to strengthen nighttime guards.

At the same time, she openly invited you into her tent.

She ordered that no one be allowed to come in—this is your time alone.

However, due to the influence of rumors, you didn't do anything too drastic.

You simply reminded her how to be a good wine glass.

Artoria is asleep.

But Ian did not.

He covered everything up for her, wiped away all traces, and then went outside.

The bright moonlight shone on the ground of the military camp, shrouding everything in a thin white veil.

The knights had already dozed off.

Ian didn't wake them—after all, they'd been keeping watch like this for almost half a month.

The assassin, who was said to launch the attack under the moonlight, has yet to make his move.

Exhaustion is indeed understandable.

Is it really just a rumor?

Although he thought this way, Ian knew he absolutely could not do it.

After all, if it were true, the situation would be much more difficult to handle if we were completely unprepared.

The night passed.

Everything remains the same.

The tent flap was slightly lifted, and the girl walked gently to Ian's side.

Taking advantage of his inattention, she tiptoed and covered his eyes.

"Guess who I am?"

"It's too difficult, I can't guess it."

“Mr. Ian, you’re just giving me the runaround.”

"So, are you going to punish me?"

"Um--!"

Artoria took Ian's hand.

"As punishment, you'll have to come with me to the river to wash your face!"

You and Artoria arrived at the riverbank.

This is the river closest to the military camp, and the knights often came here to do their morning cleaning.

The girl sat on a rock by the river.

Dressed in formal attire, she possessed both the shyness of a young girl and the dignity of a queen.

of course.

All of this turned into shyness in front of Ian, and perhaps even a hint of lust.

“It is a very pleasant thing to come to the river with Mr. Ian like this.”

“Mr. Ian—”

Artoria's eyes seemed to sparkle.

She looked up at him beside her.

"Do you think so too?"

"..."

Ian did not remain silent for long.

"Yes." He nodded. "It was definitely a pleasant experience."

"In that case—"

Artoria took Ian's hand.

“Mr. Ian, if you’d like to enjoy me in the morning from now on… you can come here with me.”

The girl probably knew that her statement was too bold, so she lowered her head immediately after speaking.

However, her expression wasn't shy; instead, it held a hint of anticipation after revealing her inner thoughts.

Just as Ian was about to answer, a rooster crowed in the distance.

This is a symbol of dawn breaking and the sun rising over Britain.

But right now.

Ian suddenly felt a gaze on his back.

He didn't know whose gaze it was, but because of that gaze, he suddenly understood the question that had been puzzling him in the military camp.

Will the rumors come true?

It depends on the purpose of the person spreading the rumor.

Not all rumors need to come true to be effective.

Paralysis is often its purpose.

Once the announcement of the nighttime attack was made, the knights naturally could not stand idly by.

This enthusiasm will eventually turn into physical exhaustion.

When everyone is exhausted, the rumors have achieved their ultimate goal.

Following this logic—

The assassin's true moment to strike is at sunrise, when fatigue has not yet subsided and the body is in a very poor state!

And they are currently exposed to this danger.

Too late.