The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[There should still be a place for you in her heart. ]

【But you are not sure whether the truth is what you wish. 】

All you can do is trust that Morgan will put you in a decent position.

[At that moment——]

You suddenly find yourself wanting to gamble with Altria.

[And the stakes are your relationship with Morgan.]

So--

Say nothing.

Ian thought so, and then responded to Morgan with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Princess."

"I am the one who offended you—I shouldn't have mentioned Altria to you again and again."

"..."

Seeing that Ian admitted his mistake, Morgan did not pursue the matter further.

"It's good that you know this—I don't like my sister. She has taken too much from me."

"Yeah..." The man nodded, "I know."

"So--"

Ian's hand touched Morgan's waist, and then he spoke very familiar words.

"Princess, please allow me to express my apology to you in the simplest way possible."

"..."

Morgan's mouth corners lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Knight, if you don't behave yourself—"

"I won't let you go."

You and Morgan had a wonderful evening.

【But this did not calm your mind. 】

[On the contrary, you are more concerned about your share of the bet with Altria.]

What position do I hold in Morgan's heart?

Time passed slowly, and soon it was the next day.

As agreed, Ian came to the round table - this was the place he and Altria had agreed to meet.

At this moment, the girl has changed back into her usual royal robe.

She is full of majesty and fully deserves the title of King Arthur.

Just thinking about how lewd she had been in this place, Ian felt how complicated his heart was.

Artoria...has indeed taken on too many things that she shouldn't have to bear.

"You're here, Ian."

The girl's voice was filled with indifference, but it also hinted at a hint of immaturity that was hard to describe.

Ian didn't know why this happened.

But he could feel that Altria was really different from usual.

"..."

"Yes, I'm here." The man responded slightly embarrassedly.

"..."

Altria looked Ian up and down, then continued.

"My knight."

"You... don't seem to have told my sister anything?"

"..."

Ian responded to the girl's gaze, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Altria...how did you know this?"

"I guessed it." The girl who was the king said, "After all—"

"You seem very confident in your relationship with your sister."

"..."

Now that he was discovered, Ian naturally didn't want to hide it any more.

He nodded directly and responded to Altria's words.

"Well, no matter what you do, it will affect the bet between you and me."

"In that case——"

"Then just do nothing."

"In this case, it's a completely fair bet."

"That's the choice you would make." Altria looked towards the door, "But Ian—"

"This time, you're probably going to lose."

"...Isn't that the case?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, just watch it anyway."

"..."

Ian felt himself getting nervous. He had never felt this way even when he was fighting Vortigern.

but--

At the same time, he was also somewhat looking forward to it.

If Morgan could really confess about something like this...

silence.

Then there was the sound of a heavy wooden door being slowly pushed open.

As the light came in, Morgan's figure appeared in front of Altria.

This was the defining moment – at least for Ian.

pat pat pat.

Morgan's shoes rubbed against the floor of the round table, making a crisp sound.

The princess and the king looked at each other at this moment.

A war without gunpowder just emerged in front of the round table meeting.

What ignited all this was the extremely simple question that Artoria asked next.

"Sister, you are here."

"Yes." The princess answered neither arrogantly nor humbly.

"Since you call me that—"

"Of course it's impossible to pretend that I didn't hear anything."

"So, Altria, tell me what you want to do?"

"It's very simple..."

【This is a day you will never forget.】

You would never have thought——

[The balance of the bet has mercilessly tilted towards Altria.]

615. Morgan's Last Chance to Save Him/The Truth Behind the Activation of the Holy Lance (4k)

"..."

Although he had prepared himself mentally, when everything went in the worst direction, Ian felt as if he was abandoned.

Morgan... didn't even admit directly to Altria how much she loved her husband.

"my sister."

The girl looked at Morgan in front of her, her green eyes still expressionless.

"so--"

"You're not really that in love with Ian, are you?"

"..."

Morgan glanced at his sister Altria, then at Ian beside him.

"Perhaps that's true, but what does it have to do with you?"

"It really doesn't have much to do with me." Altria said calmly, as if she had expected Morgan to answer her question in this way.

"As for me, I really don't need to care about the extent of your marriage."

"but--"

Artoria asked again, as if issuing an ultimatum:

"Are you sure this is the answer you want to give me?"

"You... didn't say that out of impulse or for any other reason, right?"

"..."

Morgan's lips were trembling slightly, which showed that he had something to say but didn't say it.

And judging from the slightly clenched fist, it seems that it has reached a critical value and may explode at any moment.

only--

When Morgan saw Ian's eyes, she felt some emotion stirring in her heart.

That is an extremely distorted attempt to prove the truth.

The purpose was to let Altria in front of him know that even if Ian was like this, he would never do anything to betray her.

This is the knight that belongs to him alone in this world, and nothing can change that.

Morgan had no idea how twisted his thoughts were, nor did he realize how much harm these simple words would cause to Ian.

In her subconscious, Ian seemed to be a chess piece that could be used without restrictions, so no matter how excessive he was, it was reasonable.

"..."

Altria still had an expressionless look on her face, and Morgan's answer seemed to have no effect on her.

but it is not the truth.

The royal girl spoke in a low voice.

"Those who are favored are truly fearless..."

"what?"

"Nothing." Artoria shook her head. "You are free to do whatever you want—I won't interfere with you."

After saying this, the girl looked at Ian meaningfully, and then left the round table area.

"..."

Morgan certainly wouldn't think this was normal.

[She still suspects, as always, that you and Altria have reached some kind of private agreement.]