The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Hmm...it's very simple."

The girl raised her head and looked at the man who was hugging her.

"When will you dissolve your marriage to my sister Morgan?"

614. Altria's Love Bet (4k)

[You never expected that Altria would say something like this at this time.]

【after all--】

[Before this, Altria was not the type of person who would actively express her love to you.]

"..."

"Altria, you are..."

Ian, holding the girl, felt a little at a loss.

Although he knew that the relationship between him and Artoria was already unclear, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he heard the other party's straightforward words.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

The girl tilted her head back and looked at the Chief Knight of the Round Table who was hugging her.

"Ian, are you trying to play dumb?"

"Of course I didn't mean that." Ian said with embarrassment, "But this is a bit too much—"

"Morgan, but she's your sister, right?"

"Asking me to break off my marriage with her is too outrageous."

"What's so outrageous?"

Altria said this without changing her expression, as if she had expected Ian to do this.

"Even though she is indeed my sister, it doesn't mean that I can condone her actions, right?"

"She hasn't fulfilled her wifely duties to you, has she?"

"In that case——"

Artoria gently rubbed the man's chest with her back. Although she was at a disadvantage, she was in control of the situation.

"Then there's no need for me to treat her as your wife from my perspective, right?"

"..."

Ian couldn't refute what Altria said for a moment.

After all, if he thought about it carefully, he found that he had actually had a similar feeling in his heart for a long time.

It’s just that men can’t accept it no matter what.

Morgan...never considered herself a husband from the beginning to the end, but merely a tool or something.

"..."

Seeing that Ian remained silent, Altria did not press him any further.

Or--

The girl did have some places where she could tighten her muscles, but she just didn't say it out loud.

"I know it's not easy to accept this kind of thing right away."

"Then... let's try a different approach. Let's try a different approach that you can understand."

"..."

Although he knew that these were not words that Altria would normally say, Ian couldn't help but ask because of the memories evoked in his heart.

"So what is the way—the way that will allow me to understand all this?"

The girl did not keep anyone in suspense, and even took the initiative to confess her plan.

No.

Calling it a plan might be a bit too formal.

Because Altria's answer was just that one sentence.

"Let's take a gamble."

"A gamble?"

"Yes." The girl nodded and then stated her request.

"Let's bet on whether she will say she loves you in front of me."

"..."

This is a seemingly simple bet.

At least that's what it looks like on the surface.

[The content of the bet is quite simple - whether Morgan will say he loves her in front of her.]

【If she does, then it will be Altria's failure.】

[As a price, the British king will voluntarily offer some rights that she would not otherwise have.]

【But if she can't, Artoria has no more demands. 】

[This young girl seems to want you to understand only one thing - that Morgan never loved you from the beginning to the end, he just used you as a tool for himself.]

If you can understand this, then her goal seems to have been achieved.

[You fell into deep thought.]

【To be honest, you don’t have enough courage to confirm the truth of this matter. 】

[After all, if you were sure Morgan didn't love you, you would find that your experiences over the past few decades might become meaningless in an instant.]

[Of course, it's not that you can't accept this kind of thing—from the moment you stepped into Morgan's room that night when she was drunk, you had already prepared yourself mentally for this.]

【Falling in love with an impossible person is such a sad thing. 】

【But even so, you still chose all of this without hesitation. 】

[Having said so much, a cruel choice still lies before you.]

[You, who have always been fearless, finally nodded.]

[After all, if he wins, Morgan will be able to gain certain rights from Altria.]

If you think about this, you won’t be able to give up.

[And to further improve your chances of winning, you even went so far as to suggest to Altria that you discuss this with Morgan in advance.]

You thought that this almost cheating behavior would be rejected by Altria without hesitation - so you just held the mentality of giving it a try.

[However, what you didn't expect was that after Altria simply made the unconstrained request of "not telling her the details of the bet directly," she readily agreed to your approach.]

You vaguely felt a hint of unease—a feeling you had never felt from Altria before.

Your thoughts gradually turn to worry.

Late at night on the same day.

In a room somewhere in Camelot Castle.

Ian and Morgan slept in the same bed.

According to the agreement, tomorrow is the time for Morgan to answer Altria's question.

Logically speaking, if she told Morgan all this secretly now, she, as a princess, could gain huge benefits from it.

And the risk of doing this is basically zero - because Altria can't say in public that she and Morgan talked about things they shouldn't talk about in bed, right?

but……

Ian soon realized that something was wrong.

Why……

At this moment, all I could think about was Atoliya responding to me so calmly.

Why was she so sure? It was as if she had already seen through the truth.

Could it be that the King of Camelot had a different idea on how to win the bet?

Or does she have what can be called good luck?

Ian felt that the more he thought about it, the more complicated it became, and he couldn't find a reasonable answer at all.

At this moment, Morgan's call brought the man back to his senses.

This arrogant princess was looking at her husband with a puzzled look, and there was a hint of doubt in her tone.

"Ian, why did you become like this after you went to Altria's place?"

"Could it be...she said something terrible to you?"

"..."

For some reason, listening to Morgan's words, Ian suddenly felt some inexplicable emotions growing in his heart.

If I had to describe it——

It's like the pain that keeps growing and invading the will at all times.

"Nothing."

Ian shook his head.

"She didn't say anything extraordinary to me."

"..."

Morgan moved a little closer to Ian.

Obviously, this is a sign of distrust of Ian's words.

"My knight—are you weaving a lie?"

"You...are my property. You should still remember this, right?"

"..."

The same, almost identical words.

But Ian found that his feelings were not as pure as before.

He looked at her beside the pillow, with a hint of response in his eyes.

"I know."

"But Princess, is this all that matters to you?"

"What do you mean?" Morgan looked at Ian who was looking at him, and his tone became much more serious.

She climbed up from the bed and then leaned over the man.

That's the behavior you'd see when you're in a superior position.

"Ian, are you questioning what I just said?"

"My Lady Princess, I certainly didn't mean that."

"...Then don't say that anymore."

Morgan grabbed Ian by the collar.

"You know, just watching you go to Altria's side is already extremely unbearable for me."

"If you keep saying that now, it will only make me feel more intense."

"..."

Morgan's words restored some of your confidence.

【That was one of the few hopes found in despair.】

[You think that your and Morgan's situation might not be as bad as Altria said.]