The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

And it seemed that with the help of alcohol, there were several different kinds of temptations.

Ian did not hesitate any longer, but began to feed her wine as Altria requested.

Quite naturally, the girl took the initiative to sit on the man's lap.

The fine wine flowed slowly from the man's glass into her throat, making a slight sound.

After a long while, the wine glass in the man's hand finally became empty, and the girl's face began to turn red.

But things seem to have only just begun.

Altria, who was sitting on Ian's lap, had a dazed look in her eyes.

The man could no longer tell whether that was because she was drunk or if it was always like that.

"The wine you fed me... is really exceptionally sweet."

"Ian, do you know some magic that can make wine better?"

"..."

Ian smiled and shook his head, denying Altria's statement.

"I'm sorry, I don't know magic like this."

"And if you really want to talk about it, it's probably because the wine itself is delicious that this happened, right?"

"in other words--"

Ian looked at the girl in front of him, and his tone became extremely gentle.

"It is because of your excellent governance that this land has grown fruits that can produce such fine wine."

"That kind of thing is fine..." Artoria said, "Answer my other question first."

"You...should know what the result of our last bet was, right?"

"..."

[Of course you know you lost big in that bet.]

[Altria proved your persistence was meaningless with just a few simple questions.]

[And now, she just wants to hear you admit it yourself.]

[If it were in the past, you probably wouldn’t have taken the initiative to talk about this kind of thing.]

[After all, you want to try your best to avoid anything that might affect your relationship with Morgan.]

【But it’s different now. 】

After realizing that you have no place in Morgan's heart, you suddenly realize that all your past persistence was actually insignificant.

[You are not as patient as you think, and you can't cling to a love that will never be reciprocated.]

【You decided to respond to Altria a little.】

[At least... I can't let her feel like I do, that her efforts are unrewarding.]

"Yes, I lost."

Ian admitted this very directly, and the lost tone in his voice was as if he had recognized a certain reality.

"Altria, you are right."

"I...maybe I never got into Morgan's heart from the beginning to the end."

The moment he said this, Ian felt a sense of relief.

He found that he seemed to be able to see clearly something that had originally blocked his eyes.

only--

Sometimes facing reality may not be a happy thing.

Take this moment, for example.

Ian felt that after the sense of relief, there was a sense of loss so heavy that it was suffocating.

He knew clearly why this happened...but he couldn't escape this reality.

"..."

Altria's expression didn't change.

But her hand, which was originally just on Ian's shoulder, began to move in new ways.

The girl moved them up little by little until they finally stopped at the man's neck.

This was an action that she would never have been able to perform before, and it was also an action that she would never have asked Ian to cooperate with.

Everything seems different now.

At the moment when the bet came into effect, the thoughts of both of them had changed to some extent.

"That is to say——"

"Have you accepted by now that my sister doesn't actually love you?"

"..."

"Don't be silent, tell me what you really think."

Altria said bluntly.

"I don't want to use my power as a king to force you to do this. We shouldn't be in a relationship of king and knight. That would only make you more uncomfortable and make me feel like we're really drifting apart."

"..."

Ian's throat moved slightly.

He knew what this sentence meant.

"Yes...I accept."

"But... I still feel that she is very important to me, no matter what time it is."

"..."

This time, it was Altria who remained silent.

But she soon seemed to accept the reality - or rather, she had expected all this.

"So, is this okay, do you think?"

The girl looked directly at him and spoke word by word.

"Treat me like a sister and vent your anger—"

618. Altria Holds the Future/Gradually Blurring Emotional Boundaries (4k)

"..."

Altria's words struck Ian's head like lightning.

This knight, who had never shown any fear even when fighting Vortigern, was now completely frozen in time by the words of Artoria.

The words the girl had just said kept echoing in his head.

"Treat me like a sister and vent your anger—"

Almost in an instant, he felt as if the blood in his body was boiling.

Gulu.

Gulu.

One place in particular.

My breathing is getting faster and my heartbeat is accelerating.

The muscles are also strengthened to some extent.

Ian knew that he was tempted by Altria's words.

The cost of using the Rhongomyniad was so great that her personality changed drastically.

This is the enterprising Altria, and also the Altria who understands herself better.

but--

The man looked at the girl in front of him, but his heart began to calm down.

He touched her hand and pulled it away from his neck little by little.

"Altria... this isn't good."

"why not?"

The girl answered without hesitation.

Dressed in royal robes, she did not have any dignity as a king at this moment. All she had was a radical desire to know what her lover was thinking.

"What are you worried about?"

"..."

Ian had no way of answering Altria.

Because even he himself doesn't know the answer to this question.

but--

All this seemed to be no problem at all to Altria.

She quickly looked at Ian in front of her and continued:

"Hmm...are you worried that your sister will find out about this?"

"Then I think there shouldn't be any problem."

Artoria's hand rested on the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) at her waist.

"if--"

"If anyone dares to say anything more about what happened today, then it will want to do something about it."

"..."

[You know Altria isn't kidding.]

[Because as a king, she truly has the courage to do such a thing—otherwise, she wouldn't be able to rule all of Camelot.]

【But the more she said this, the more horrified you felt.】

If covering up a lie requires more lies and violence, then isn't that itself contributing to the spread of the lie?

You are becoming more and more sober.

You have a clear understanding - at least you shouldn't do this now.

"No." Ian shook his head.

"You must not do this, Altria."

"We met so many people on the way here. Are you... planning to kill them all?"

"..."

Hearing Ian's words, Altria's hand, which was resting on the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur), slightly restrained its movements.

It seemed that she was convinced by Ian's words.

But in less than a second, this idea was overturned.

Altria looked at Ian in front of her, and her tone showed a hint of understanding.

"I understand."

"actually--"

"What you are afraid of is not the people we met along the way, but..."

"My sister, right?"

"Even now, you hold out your last hope for her."