The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

【after all--】

"You are the only person in the world who knows how much Morgan loves Britain."

If you don't support her, do you think there's anyone else in the world who would choose her?

"I understand, Princess."

[As you said these words that sounded like a farewell, you left Morgan.]

[You followed the maid to the place where Altria asked you to go.]

[That is where the Knights of the Round Table discuss matters—the King's Round Table Realm.]

【You met Altria again here. 】

Again.

That familiar feeling came again.

Ian looked at Altria in front of him, but felt a completely different aura from before.

If--

If the girl who buried her head in his chest like a little rabbit was a pure white flower;

The Artoria in front of him was the white ice on the top of the iceberg, cold and difficult to approach.

"..."

Ian didn't know what to say.

This kind of Altria made him feel unfamiliar and afraid.

It's the feeling of witnessing the birth of something, but being helpless.

"Ian."

Altria's voice rang out, pulling the man out of his thoughts.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you seem unwilling to see me?"

"Did what I conveyed not satisfy you?"

The tone was still completely different from before, but there were extremely subtle emotions mixed in it.

Ian was confused for a moment and had to answer according to Altria's meaning.

"No, of course not."

"The king's decisions have always been impeccable—and the orders he conveys are certainly the same. I have never harbored any dissatisfaction."

"Don't call me king." Altria interrupted Ian.

"Call me Altria, understand?"

"...Okay." Ian nodded.

"Well, that's right."

Artoria said this, then stood up from the throne and continued:

"So--"

"Tell me, Ian."

"What do you think about this battle of Vortigern?"

"Is it really worth it for us to do this?"

Although they did defeat Vortigern, the Camelot army also paid a heavy price.

After all, the opponent is a white dragon of the same level as the red dragon—

Not to mention anything else, just the multiple close combats alone would make it absolutely impossible for him to remain unscathed.

"..."

"I don't think it's my place to comment on this kind of thing." Ian cleverly avoided the topic.

Whether it is worth it or not, it is not a good answer in itself.

Rather than risk answering, it's better to simply not express any opinion from the beginning.

Besides——

Ian looked at Altria in front of him and always felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, she was obviously a little different from usual.

It’s better not to give an answer easily.

however--

Artoria did not seem to accept this ambiguous answer, and she quickly spoke:

"Do not."

"I want to hear your opinion—you are the Chief Knight of the Round Table and have participated in this crusade. You must give a precise and accurate answer."

"I won't accept any other perfunctory offers."

"..."

This is clearly an unavoidable situation.

You realize that Altria seems to be using your words as a criterion for consideration.

【perhaps--】

[It’s not certain what this will determine.]

[Once you understand this, you will start to be more cautious about what you say next.]

"..."

"If you really want to ask—"

"That's certainly acceptable," Ian replied. "After all, Vortigern is indeed an enemy we must eliminate."

"If I have to pay a price for this... it's not impossible."

"..."

After hearing Ian's words, Altria's eyes regained some light.

That was the power his words gave her, simple and clear.

but--

This situation did not last long.

Artoria quickly collected her emotions and continued.

"In other words—this is a rare victory for Camelot, right?"

"……You can say that."

"Furthermore—"

Altria walked towards Ian step by step, and then forced him to the round table where they usually held meetings.

"For me, this is also a victory worth remembering, right?"

"..."

Ian sensed a sense of crisis.

If she usually asked me tentatively, now she was just about to say the words "take off the armor".

"This isn't good...Altria."

"There's nothing good or bad about it."

The girl stared at him, without a trace of emotion in her eyes.

But corresponding to this is the almost instinctive reaction of the wrist.

"The victorious soldiers deserve the rewards—"

"Otherwise, no one will be willing to do this in the future?"

"..."

At this point, Ian no longer cared that this was the place where the Knights of the Round Table discussed things.

Altria has now made such a direct request to herself, and Morgan has just told her that she must finish the unfinished tasks.

So--

Even if something is wrong, you must show your sincerity.

"I understand."

bang-

bang-

Two crisp sounds echoed in the air.

The Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) and the Sword of Rotating Victory (Excalibur Gallatin) intertwined on the ground.

This was obviously the sound that had just slipped out of Ian and Altria's hands.

"..."

"..."

Everything happened naturally.

Ian returned to that familiar and warm place again.

What was different from her previous submissiveness was that this time, Artoria took the initiative to suppress Ian.

She was held in the man's arms, stepping on her royal robe and responding very subtly.

"As expected, Ian, my chief Knight of the Round Table—"

"Even at this time, he still has the demeanor and courage of a man."

"Standing tall and proud, that's how it describes someone like you, right?"

"After all, for me—"

“You are the sky.”

Ian said this while looking at the girl in his arms.

To be honest, he didn't expect that Altria would ask him to do this at this time.

but--

I have to admit that this is indeed an inexplicable excitement.

After all, if you think about it a little, you will find that this is actually an extremely risky thing.

The two men, who had retired from their armor and returned to the countryside, demonstrated what it meant to love each other deeply and be in perfect harmony with each other in front of the Sword of Oath of Victory (Excalibur) and the Sword of Rotating Victory (Excalibur Gallatin) that emerged from the lake together.

The moment he is discovered, the king's dignity will be gone, right?

but……

Probably no one would dare to come here without Altria's order.

After all, that would be equivalent to ignoring the king's dignity, and no matter how you look at it, it would be an act that would lead to death, right?

Ever since——

At Altria's initiative, Ian formed a closer relationship with her.

They support each other like soul mates and become each other's pillars in the way of chivalry.

But it was also at this time——

Altria suddenly spoke:

"Ian, my knight—can I ask you something?"

"what's up?"