Ian initially thought it was his own illusion, but it was not until so many things happened that he confirmed that it was not an illusion.

That is--

A microcosm of her life at the blooming age that she should have been having.

But in the face of Britain's future, such a microcosm is just a microcosm.

Her love must be hidden in her heart like a secret treasure, and it cannot be discovered or leaked at all.

Ian's hand gently stroked Altria's long golden hair, as if he was stroking the finest wool in the world.

Damn...

Why didn't I feel it was so comfortable to touch before...

Is it my own illusion?

Before the man had time to think about this question clearly, he was once again brought back to reality by Altria's voice.

The girl on the white bed sheet was looking at the man above her with a tender yet slightly restrained look.

"Ian."

"If I...put on my sister's clothes, will I become like her?"

"Whether it's—"

Altria pointed her finger above herself, and then pointed her finger below herself.

"This or somewhere else, it should be about the same as my sister, right?"

"This……"

"No way to answer?" Artoria seemed to have anticipated all this.

"It seems——"

"My sister is probably more capable, right? But it's not surprising... After all, your thoughts are still on her."

"But it's okay."

"if--"

"If I could have more chances..." Altria placed her hands on Ian's neck, forming a circle-like shape.

"I can definitely beat her, right?"

"..."

Altria and Ian had the same idea.

But what they care about is what would happen if they met earlier.

The other thing he cares about is the hope that he can have more opportunities.

"maybe--"

Ian responded to Altria's thoughts, and then gently lifted up her slightly messy golden hair.

I have to say that——

Although there is a certain difference in age and body shape, Altria, wearing Morgan's clothes, really has many similarities with her sister.

If you get confused, you might really mistake two people for each other.

"But if you really want to think about it... I think that the name Altria is more suitable for you now."

"Well, maybe I should say this is you."

"I always feel like you have something else to say." Artoria responded to the knight in front of her, but her tone did not have the usual arrogance of a king.

Instead, there is a feeling of entering a girlish state.

Perhaps for her, being able to have such a good and lover-like contact with Ian is enough to become some unforgettable moments.

"But that's okay."

"No matter what you say, as long as it's you who says it, I'm willing to listen."

"……Ok, I know."

[You and Altria spent a sweet and bitter night.]

You once again left Morgan alone in your room.

【But unexpectedly——】

Morgan didn't blame you for this, but seemed quite happy.

[You think this might be because of what happened before that she realized she didn't need to push too hard.]

[But you also think it's more likely because she's already started thinking about the storm that will be caused if Altria reveals her true identity.]

【perhaps--】

[To Morgan, you are indeed less valuable than a throne.]

But you are not sad about it.

【Because this is something you already knew.】

[When you kneel down and swear your loyalty to her, everything is doomed.]

Time flies by. The days are approaching step by step.

【It was a day of celebration in Camelot.】

[It is not only the birth date of this royal city, but also represents the rebirth of this royal city.]

[At this moment, formally reporting Vortigern's defeat to the people of Camelot and then revealing my true identity might be a good option.]

But you always feel that something is not right.

【And it was at this moment that Merlin once again found you unexpectedly.】

"..."

"What are you doing here?" Ian looked at the Flower Magician in front of him and couldn't help asking.

Not that he wanted to express his hostility towards Merlin in some way.

But nothing good ever happens every time this guy shows up.

If possible, Ian hoped that he would never see him in his life.

No.

I should say not even in the next life.

"That's a bit awkward." Merlin didn't mind Ian's attitude. Instead, he laughed carelessly.

"I am at least considered the court magician of Britain, right?"

"Isn't it reasonable for me to appear here? Or did Altria, following your suggestion, order me to leave?"

"……No."

"That's good." Merlin smiled, looking like he was talking to his friend.

"Don't worry—I came here this time just to tell you a very simple thing."

"Something simple?"

"Ah."

Merlin nodded, then looked into the distance - that was where Artoria wanted to go on stage to give a speech.

Soon, some explosive news will spread from there to the entire Camelot.

"I have no objection to Altria revealing her identity or something like that—that's her freedom, and it's her own choice."

"But you are different."

“Some things don’t actually require you to devote yourself.”

"What do you mean?" Ian frowned and asked in confusion.

"Merlin, I don't think I'm the kind of person who would sacrifice myself for others in your eyes, right?"

"You're not."

Merlin smiled slightly.

"After all, if you were truly willing to dedicate yourself to others, we wouldn't be standing here talking right now."

"In short, something unexpected might happen later."

"..."

Because of Merlin's words, you can't help but worry about what will happen next.

【But you soon discovered that your worries were completely pointless.】

【Or to be more precise. 】

[There is absolutely no way to stop it.]

[Because Altria didn't let you stand by her side for no reason.]

【she--】

[In front of countless Camelot citizens, I kissed your cheek.]

627. Lily kissed Morgan in front of him / The long-planned oath of the king (4k)

This is something you never dreamed of.

[Under the gazes of so many people, Altria actually kissed him directly.]

【and--】

[She kissed without reservation or concealment, as if she was afraid that no one present could see it.]

This is undoubtedly a highly provocative action.

Especially for Morgan.

[Altria's behavior is equivalent to violating everything she owns in front of her.]

Anger and dissatisfaction instantly filled Morgan's heart, turning her into a jealous "beast."

"No...Absolutely not."

"That's mine—how can I let you take it away like that?!"

Almost in an instant, Morgan's magic power rapidly expanded to an extremely terrifying level.

Even someone who knows nothing about magic could feel the terrifying aura emanating from her from the inside out.

If I get even a step closer, I'll probably be swallowed up and fall into the abyss from which there's no escape, right?

"Kill you--"

"I'm definitely going to kill you!"

"Altria, die!"

Morgan didn't care about her identity as a princess, and drove her magic power to directly use the spell covering the entire Camelot.

It is absolutely impossible for Ian to be taken away from me!

however--

Morgan soon realized that something was wrong.

How come... no reaction at all?

Yes.

In complete agreement with the princess's feelings at the moment, the magic spell that should have been activated along with this anger seemed to be cut off.

She couldn't feel any of its existence, as if it had never been set up at all.

what happened?

In the end what happened? !

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