The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

【It's just that at that moment, you feel something familiar. 】

[Morgan...seems to have brought you to a place you've both been to before.]

"Okay, you can take it off now."

Morgan's voice sounded in Ian's ears, sounding both an order and a comfort.

But the man didn't care. He nodded and then opened his eyes.

The next moment, Ian finally understood why he had that familiar feeling.

because

This is the sea of roses that I planted for Morgan.

"My Lady Princess, what are you doing..."

"Don't say anything." Morgan held Ian's hand, his eyes gradually becoming serious. "If you are not even interested in this place--"

"Then tell me what exactly you are interested in."

"I don't want you to hide anything from me."

"..."

Ian did not respond to Morgan, but this silence was enough for the latter to make a judgment.

"It seems that it doesn't matter."

"In that case..."

Morgan exerted a little force and pushed Ian directly into the sea of roses in front of him.

It was a truly magical experience.

[You were pushed down into the flowers by Morgan.]

[With her charming figure, she proves to you what it means to conquer and drive.]

The princess's fragrance blended perfectly with the roses, as if she were just one of the countless flowers.

You sniffed it greedily, and then you were transported back to the night you met her.

Your interest has piqued.

You enjoyed Morgan's body, just like before.

"happy?"

Morgan asked as he looked at Ian beneath him.

"This is what you're looking forward to, right?"

"..."

"Princess, I..." Ian looked at Morgan in front of him, his tone filled with complicated emotions.

The contact at this moment made him feel that the other party did not love him as little as he had imagined.

but……

If you have such feelings, why have you never expressed them in front of me?

I can’t figure it out… I can’t figure it out at all…

Why did things turn out like this... What do all my efforts represent?

Before Ian could figure out what was going on, Morgan's voice echoed in his ears again.

"Are you distracted?"

"Even now, in this state... can your attention still be focused on other things?"

"...That's not the case, Princess."

Ian said without panic, this wasn't the first time he had to deal with Morgan's questions.

"I was just wondering if my performance just now satisfied you."

"If not, shouldn't we continue to do something?"

Hearing this, Morgan's face showed a long-lost smile.

This was what she wanted to hear from Ian, not the cold rejection she had received before.

"Your performance is pretty decent."

The princess's hands were like those of her own treasures, but there was also a feeling that belonged only to her.

"But as far as the current situation is concerned, I am still relatively satisfied—"

"after all……"

Morgan shifted his body, then cleverly hid the slight blush on his face in his expression.

How could she not feel comfortable?

This man has already discovered all the secrets of his body.

Just maintaining this current relationship made her feel confused - he was the person who understood her best and had been with her the longest, and this could not be changed in any way.

but--

He can't be allowed to know about this.

Otherwise, this guy will become more and more aggressive.

That won’t do. He is my man and will be his for the rest of my life.

"Really..." Ian was not surprised by Morgan's answer at this moment, or rather, this was what he expected.

"Looks like I have to do better."

"Princess, please accept my sincerity."

[You once again demonstrated your expertise in this area to Morgan.]

[And this seems to be quite useful to her.]

【You spent a sweet time among the flowers that symbolized your love for each other.】

[A few roses were slightly bent during this process, and some petals fell off.]

A mysterious fragrance lingers in the night air, dyeing everything it touches like roses.

But not all roses get their chance to bloom—at least not for Morgan.

【You find that she seems to have some things she hasn't explained to you clearly.】

【Thinking about what she mentioned before - you realize that there must be something else to do tonight.】

[As for what that might be, you won't be able to figure it out for a while.]

[However, this problem did not last long.]

[Because Morgan quickly confessed his thoughts to you.]

It was an unprecedented plan.

"Ian..."

Morgan exhaled a breath of hot air, silently declaring that Ian's efforts had paid off.

"Do you think that if we judge solely by the aspect of governance—"

"Is my performance better, or is Altria's performance better?"

"..."

After hesitating for just a moment, Ian directly answered Morgan's question.

Or rather, the answer to this question was already in his mind.

"Of course, your performance is superior, Princess—"

This wasn't Ian flattering Morgan.

But it is the actual performance gap between the two.

What Altria did was indeed good enough.

But the problem is, Morgan does it better than her.

She is good at magic. Not only can she unify the country, she can also create all kinds of magical things by herself to gradually turn the land into absurd.

This is something that Altria cannot do, and it is also something she is not good at.

Of course, Altria is not completely superior to Morgan - when it comes to leading troops in battle, she is like a dimensionality reduction attack to her sister.

But in general, Morgan's overall performance as a king is definitely far superior to that of Altria.

If we have to choose one to be king, Morgan would of course be more suitable.

"In that case..." Morgan's eyes began to grow fierce. "For Britain's sake, I should be the king, right?"

"..."

Ian sensed something was wrong.

He felt that Morgan seemed to be planning something extremely terrible.

"Princess...what do you mean by this?"

"You seem to be... planning something unknown."

"As expected, you understand me the best, Knight."

Morgan's tone revealed some joy at Ian guessing his plan.

But soon this joy was covered up by other emotions.

"Ian..." She called her husband by his name.

"Since I'm supposed to become king in her place, shouldn't I have accomplished this sooner?"

"Otherwise, wouldn't time be wasted in the wrong direction?"

"..."

Ian noticed something and asked further tentatively.

"Princess, you don't intend to replace Altria directly, do you?"

"I want more than just existence—"

Morgan clenched his fists, looking a little annoyed.

"I'm going to kill her—and I'm going to kill her in Camelot!"

"I have covered all of Camelot with magic spells."

“I will definitely activate them if the opportunity arises!”

"So--"

Morgan, lying in the rose bushes with Ian, looked up at the sky above his head.

At this moment, it is covered with dark clouds, as if lightning and thunder will flash at the next moment, sounding an ominous sign.

But in Morgan's eyes, it looked like thousands of stars.

"Knight! You will make the same choice as me and stand firmly by my side, right?"

Morgan's inquiries were very direct, and the answers she wanted were very precise.

That was Ian's promise, a promise to betray Artoria with him and become the King of Camelot.

But Morgan didn't expect that...

She didn't wait for Ian's accurate answer.

Or rather, the answer she got was something she had never imagined.

"No, my lady."

"I...can't agree with your idea."