Type-Moon: Star Redemption of Arthur Pendragon

In Camelot at night, stars dart across the deep blue sky.

Although the threat of the graveyard had subsided, Arthur felt extremely uneasy on the way back to the castle.

Those once loyal, reserved, or sharp gazes now seem to be tinged with an indescribable complexity.

Morgan's scrutiny, Guinevere's anxieties, and the knights' unspoken sympathy.

Especially Mary, whose deliberate display of "weakness" seemed to be announcing to everyone...

An unforgivable transgression occurred between her and the king.

Late at night, Arthur removed his armor and sat by the window of his bedchamber. The roar of the dragon's hearth kept him wide awake.

"Oh dear, is our king troubled by a sweet burden?"

In the void, countless white petals quietly bloomed.

Mary changed into a light, long dress and, in an extremely ambiguous manner, pressed herself against Arthur's back like a gust of wind.

Her hands restlessly climbed onto Arthur's shoulders, her warm breath brushing against his ear.

"Merry...you shouldn't be here at a time like this."

Arthur's back stiffened instantly, and he subconsciously looked towards the door, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart once again.

"If Aika finds out..."

"Your Highness has been quite tamed by that princess."

Mary chuckled softly, her fingers gently stroking Arthur's golden hair.

"How can a king be so timid and cowardly? Every inch of Britain and every living being belongs to you."

You are already an adult, possessing the power to suppress all riots, and naturally have the right to decide to whom your night belongs...

Her words carried the suggestive and seductive qualities of a nightmare, and the magic in her hands flowed, attempting to completely obscure the surrounding senses.

Click~

That was the sound of space being violently shattered.

The magical barrier that Mary painstakingly set up couldn't even withstand for a second in the face of some kind of high-dimensional pressure.

Immediately afterwards, the air in the entire bedchamber became as heavy as mercury.

Time, space, and even the flow of ether were forcibly frozen at this moment.

"Indeed, Your Highness has the right to decide your own thoughts."

Sajo Aika appeared silently at the door.

Instead of wearing the sun-protective gown, she changed into a plain white long dress and walked barefoot on the thick carpet.

Her eyes were no longer the innocent, glassy color, but a bottomless, pitch-black.

"But pests that steal food have no right to discuss rights."

Ai Ge raised her hand, making only a slight, loose grip.

Meryl's once lively body instantly became like an insect frozen in amber, unable to move except for her eyes which still gleamed with a mischievous light.

"Aigo, wait!" Arthur jumped up in surprise, trying to protect Mary. "Don't hurt her."

"I will not hurt her, Your Highness."

Aige turned her head and gave Arthur an extremely bright smile, which made Arthur's heart clench.

"Since Your Highness takes pity on her, I will naturally obey, but... some mistakes must be corrected."

Aige snapped her fingers, and the previously stiff Meili was moved by an invisible force, sitting directly in the shadows beside the bed.

Unable to speak or move, she was forced to stare at the center of the room from the perspective of an "audience member".

"Your Highness, please don't move."

Aige walked up to Arthur, stood on tiptoe, and gently traced his lips with her cool fingers.

Her movements were slow and reverent, as if she were handling a unique work of art.

"The scent left by that nightmare... is too strong."

Ai Ge murmured softly, her eyes flashing with an almost manic obsession.

"Since she thinks the prince belongs to everyone, then I'll stay here..."

Before her, I will mark every inch of the prince's skin and every strand of his hair with my own mark.

Under Merlina's fascinated gaze, Aigo untied her hair ribbon.

She did not display the usual world-destroying tyranny; instead, she showed a wholehearted, almost self-combusting sense of dedication.

She pressed herself against Arthur's chest, using her breath, her body heat, her lips, and the subtle resonance of magic to slowly erode the traces left by Meryl.

When the two were truly united, Arthur's eyes did not reveal a sense of conquest.

He looked at this girl who was willing to give up her divinity for him, yet was now so fragile that she trembled constantly.

The slight fear he felt towards Ai Ge gradually dissipated, replaced by an extreme sense of pity.

Arthur moved very lightly, with the elegance and composure characteristic of the British royal family.

Compared to the raw, cathartic resonance he felt for Meryl, his feelings for Aige were more like those of someone carefully protecting a fragile piece of glass.

"That expression...that gentleness..."

Although Mary was unable to move her body, her purple eyes, which were sitting on the edge of the bed, were filled with a color called "pleasure".

She looked at the deep affection in Arthur's eyes, and at Aegean's face, which seemed somewhat dazed with happiness.

Her lips curled slightly upward, as if she were watching a magnificent opera of humanity.

Why?

Aige opened her eyes slightly in Arthur's arms, meeting Meryl's intrigued gaze.

The expected "sense of humiliation" did not materialize.

In Aika's view, Meryl should feel angry, jealous, and desperate as a "loser" at this moment.

But that damned nightmare was actually watching the show as if it were a play, and even seemed to have a hint of pride in "my own child has grown up".

The frustration of not being able to control the other person's emotions made Aigo's breathing quicken.

Time loses its meaning within the confined space.

Arthur possesses the heart of the Red Dragon, and his physical strength and energy limits are almost equivalent to a perpetual motion machine.

After the initial gentle period, the powerful instinct driven by the dragon bloodline began to take over.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but as the moonlight moved from the windowsill to the corner of the bed, Aika suddenly found that her body was starting to become unresponsive.

Despite being a princess connected to the source, her magic is boundless.

However, this mortal girl's body eventually reached its limit when subjected to this intense "entanglement of spirit and flesh".

Her fingertips began to tremble, and her attempt to "apply the scent" became weak and feeble.

"...Prince-sama..."

Ai Ge's voice was hoarse, and tears welled up in her eyes from excessive joy and exhaustion.

Arthur realized that Aige was overdrawing his energy, so he didn't continue and instead followed his heart and stopped.

He sat up, reached out, and gently kissed away the tears from Aigo's eyes, holding her tightly in his arms and softly comforting her:

"Rest now, Aigo, that's enough."

At that moment, Ai Ge was overwhelmed with emotion, but in the gaps of that emotion, a flame called "anger" also ignited.

She was angry at how useless her body was.

He was angry that he had given up at the last moment of "defeating Meryl" because he was exhausted.

Meanwhile, Mary, who had been left out in the cold, let out a light laugh the moment the lockdown was lifted:

"Oh dear, it seems that 'Her Highness's' stamina still needs some work..."