The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

In a room deep inside Camelot.

The dress that Altria had been wearing earlier was now scattered on the ground.

But its owner, the girl herself, had her feet off the ground.

A more accurate statement would be that she was carried off the ground by the man.

"Altria... you're really light." Ian commented, feeling the girl's skin. "Is this... really the right weight for someone of your age?"

"But you've tried it yourself, haven't you?"

Altria asked back.

"Could I possibly deceive you about something like this?"

"But……"

"No buts." Altria reached out and stopped Ian from saying anything else. "What you see is what is real."

"If you choose to deny all this, Ian—"

"That would be denying my existence."

"Even so, are you going to continue?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Ian knew that he should shut up.

Although Artoria has never been angry or lost her temper with herself, it does not mean that she does not have her own little thoughts.

Or should I say——

There was much more in her mind than Ian could fathom.

"I understand. In that case..."

"Yeah." Artoria nodded as if she had thought of it a long time ago.

"Ian, please prove that you are my most trustworthy knight in matters like this."

"okay, I get it."

Even if his mind was on other things, Ian still knew how to hatch these instincts.

After all, in a sense—

This is something Morgan gave to him.

No matter what time... you should never forget it.

[Although you are the king, no... now, you should be called the queen.]

[But in front of you, Altria is still as pure as a young girl who has just begun to fall in love.]

You might not have had any thoughts at first, but as her voice gradually reached your ears, these restrictions were lifted unconsciously.

[Altria actually knows you very well and understands your thoughts very well.]

[Do you know that some of these voices that make you intoxicated may actually be disguised for your benefit?]

【but--】

Who would have the heart to blame her for this little whim that is so typical of her girlhood?

【Not to mention you are enjoying yourself in this situation.】

The nightingale outside the windowsill stopped singing, and the sounds in the room became a little quiet.

With happiness written all over her face, Altria raised her head slightly and looked at the man in front of her who was holding her hands on both sides.

to be honest--

Given the current situation between the two, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Ian was committing insubordination.

But Artoria didn't care about the difference in status at all.

On the contrary, she actually seemed to enjoy the feeling of being "bullied" by Ian.

"That's great." The girl smiled slightly, "My idea is indeed correct."

"Is that correct?"

Ian gently tied Altria's hands to the head of the bed with a ribbon - although such a restriction was meaningless to her.

"Altria, what do you mean?"

"Hmm..." The girl bit her lips, looking a little embarrassed.

"I...was actually imitating my sister."

"Imitating your sister?"

"..."

Almost instantly, Ian felt a bolt of lightning strike through his head.

He finally understood why he had felt a familiar feeling from Altria at those moments just now.

original……

She was imitating Morgan's behavior!

"How do you know this was Morgan's doing?" Ian gently stroked Altria's slightly messy hair, his expression looking a little surprised.

"You, could it be that..."

"I guessed it." Altria was very honest.

"Because your sister often brags about this kind of thing to me, right? So over time, I've probably figured out how to make you, Ian, feel that way."

"Ian."

"If you like, you can really treat me as your sister—as long as...as long as you are willing to tell me how she acted when you were together, I will be confident that I can replicate it."

"Because I am the King of Britain." The girl smiled bitterly. "In this land, I am omnipotent."

"..."

[Your defenses have once again been severely impacted.]

[If the previous encounter was the simplest test by Altria.]

[Then her words this time were her most straightforward explanation.]

[As long as she can maintain a close relationship with you, she can accept being treated as Morgan or something.]

You are not slow.

[Of course you can sense what Altria meant by this.]

【So--】

[Of course, it's impossible to humiliate her in such an unacceptable way.]

[At least for this moment...]

[She should gain something, right?]

【Otherwise, wouldn't that be tantamount to insulting her feelings. 】

"That won't do." Ian's answer reached Altria's ears, and there was a hint of cautious love in his tone.

"I...have my own ideas."

"Your own thoughts?"

"Yeah." The man nodded, then left a kiss on Altria's forehead.

"because--"

"The one I want to hug and touch right now is not Morgan, but you."

"It's you, Artoria Pendragon, you know?"

"Eh……"

The girl's pupils widened, a reaction that would only occur when hearing something unbelievable.

Also displayed before Ian was the emotion that was difficult to suppress, which shone in the Rhongomyniad.

Yes.

Altria became excited.

The emotions that should have been dispelled in an instant now continued to shine like gathered stars.

And the one who bears all of this is Artoria herself.

"Can you say that again?"

"Just what I just said - say it again exactly as it was~"

"Okay." Ian nodded, and then repeated the words that Altria wanted to hear again.

"The one I want to hug and touch right now is not Morgan, but you."

however--

Almost the moment the words were spoken, Ian felt a flow of magic.

Is there someone outside the window?

631. Lily: Who is better, me or my sister? / Weird Nightingale Sounds (4k)

"..."

There's no doubt about it, this is a trace of magic.

Only those who understand magic can sense this feeling flowing in the air.

and many more……

Is that Morgan?!

Ian was shocked, but quickly calmed down.

No, if it was Morgan...

There was absolutely no way she would just stand there motionless. At the very least, she would cast some retaliatory magic.

So--

Who could this be?

Altria, who could come to King Arthur's window at this moment and still stare at him like this...

It's not that simple no matter how you think about it.

"what happened?"

The girl who was whispering quickly noticed the abnormality of her beloved in front of her, so she spoke directly;

"Why... are you looking outside?"

As Altria said this, she also wanted to get up from the bed and look out the window to see what was going on.

Of course, Ian couldn't let her do this - as the "descendant" of the red dragon, Artoria possessed extremely terrifying intuition.

The reason she didn't notice it now was simply because her attention was completely on herself.

If you really focus on what's outside the window...

No.

Can't let her do this.

If that was really Morgan, there would definitely be a bloody night.

"nothing."

Ian leaned down and placed a clean kiss on Altria's nose, as if to comfort her.

"I was just thinking about something that wasn't right."

"Something's not right?"