The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Morgan said it very tactfully, but his actual meaning was so obvious that anyone could hear it.

As long as the man in front of her took a step into the taboo of desire, she would turn into a snake and scorpion and directly arouse his passion.

Can't stand it.

Ian has never been able to resist the temptation from Morgan.

but……

This time we have to stop for a while.

"Princess, I would like to get more information about Vortigern's soldiers from Artoria."

"Oh?"

Morgan's tone changed subtly.

"So you're trying to say this is supporting my plan?"

"Of course—I am your most loyal knight. There should be no doubt about that, right?"

"Even the most loyal knight needs a few small tests."

Morgan took out a small pill from the ravine on his chest and put it into Ian's mouth.

Before the other party could react to what was happening, the witch lowered her head and kissed the man directly, semi-forcing him to swallow the thing.

Almost instantly, Ian felt an extremely subtle change in the flow of magic power in his body.

and many more……

There……

As if he noticed Ian's change, or perhaps he had known this would happen, Morgan quickly spoke:

"Don't worry—it's just a little agitation."

"You will remain in this state tonight, like a most ferocious lion, able to kill all prey in the world."

"but--"

Morgan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, moved his legs slightly.

When the knight was able to glimpse the secret, she continued:

"If you dare to offer this loyalty to Altria..."

"I promise that something extremely terrible will happen - and if you want to undo all this, you must return to me as soon as it's over. Do you understand?"

"My knight, you have no objection, right?"

"……Yes."

[You bear the vicious curse that Morgan temporarily inflicted on you.]

To be fair, this is not something that is easy to endure.

You can feel your brain trembling with every step you take.

[Before meeting Altria, all you could see and care about was Morgan.]

[Of course, you also understand that this may not be entirely caused by Morgan's pill.]

[Much of this emotion probably stems from my long-term companionship with Morgan.]

[In this almost torturous way, you came to Altria's room.]

[But the moment you opened the door, you saw a scene you hadn't seen in a long time—Altria had changed back into the clothes she had worn every time you met before.]

"..."

Ian felt his breathing become much faster at that moment.

This is an unprecedented shock.

Tong Artoria, whose growth was originally restricted by the Golden Sword of Victory (Caliburn), miraculously grew up again under the influence of the Spear of the End (Rhongomyniad).

In this situation, for her to put on the clothes she wore as a girl can be said to have the greatest impact.

The originally hazy place has become extremely seductive in front of this timeless outfit. It is the kind of outfit that will make you know at a glance that there is no way your legs will not go weak tonight.

Ian couldn't tell whether he turned into a lion because of Morgan's curse, or whether he had the impulse after seeing Altria.

This excessive thinking even affected the man's observation ability, making him completely unaware that a blue and white nightingale had landed on the balcony outside the window.

"..."

Altria's loving gaze moved straight from Ian's cheek down to the cursed place.

Almost in an instant, Wang's smile appeared in front of Ian - although it might have some ill intentions, and there might also be some little filth that is unique to lovers.

"it does not matter."

"Ian, it's just like you said before—it doesn't matter how much you sound like a gangster in front of me."

"That's the way you are, I like you too."

"So please come."

Artoria spread her arms, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the result of being too innocent or too charming.

"This suit is for you—you can do whatever you want with it."

"..."

[Altria's confession touched you deeply.]

It’s hard to imagine what kind of mood she was in when she put on this outfit—joy? Anticipation? Or both?

[But no matter what kind of emotion or thought it is, the ultimate starting point must be to make you happy.]

You no longer hesitate.

You told Altria about the curse Morgan had cast before.

You thought she would be very sad, and might even let you go.

【But what you didn't expect was that she didn't seem to care at all. 】

"Ian."

Altria took the initiative to walk up to the man and hugged him, as if at this moment she was the unfaithful man who came to find someone behind his wife's back.

"Isn't such a curse meaningless to us?"

As the girl said this, she pulled the man's hand away from her waist.

"us--"

"There's more than one choice to make, right?"

"Altria, this..."

"Hmm?" Altria raised her head and looked at Ian in front of her. There was a bit of loneliness and teasing in her green eyes that was difficult to conceal.

"what happened?"

"Is it because you've become accustomed to that kind of behavior that you've neglected your old ways? Ian, you can rest assured. I promise I'll still do what you want, just like before."

"Because...even something like that is an unforgettable experience for me."

Ian was speechless now.

His brain seemed to be in a state of turmoil, but after he came to his senses, he found that he had been receiving "treatment" from Altria.

The edge of the white bed represents the girl's promise that she will never break.

"Ah--"

Holding Altria's hands, Ian looked at her fair back, then lowered his head and left a light kiss on it.

"sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Artoria responded, "I was your prisoner of war. I am, will be, and always will be."

"But, Ian—"

"There's one thing I hope you can change your mind about."

"what's up?"

"Hmm..." The girl turned around and looked at the man she loved the most.

"Since you think it's not good for me and Guinevere to maintain a practical marriage."

"How about this?"

"You...come and perform my husband's duties for me."

639. Lily's Husband-Making Plan/Guinevere's Trial (4k)

"..."

If the temperature in his hand had not been so real that it didn't seem like a dream, Ian would never have imagined that Altria would say such words at this time.

Let him perform the husband's duties in her place?

What are you talking about?!

"Altria, are you kidding me?"

"How can I... do this for you? No, absolutely not."

"You can do this, Ian."

The girl looked at the knight behind her, and her tone unexpectedly became much gentler.

"Because... this is the most appropriate solution I can think of."

Altria is a female, and Guinevere is also a female.

According to common logic, it is impossible for the two of them to have a normal and friendly relationship.

At least it is impossible in a marital relationship.

but--

If you think about it from a different perspective...

For example, if Ian becomes the private "husband" of both of them, then everything will make sense.

This is also a way to maximize Guinevere's happiness while satisfying Altria's requirements.

but--

Ian rejected this idea almost without hesitation.

"Artoria!"

"Although I'm surprised that you could think of such a method, we absolutely cannot do this."

"Guinevere, you shouldn't be the victim between you and me—it was like this before, and it's the same now."

"..."

Altria turned around and saw Ian holding her hands from behind, but she didn't feel unhappy about it.

Instead, she asked the man a question that seemed quite wrong at the moment.

"So--"

"In other words, even if I spoke up, you still felt that Guinevere shouldn't be the victim of hiding our feelings, right?"

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Ian confirmed this statement without any hesitation.

"Altria, don't you know how uncomfortable it is to have no choice and to have your fate determined by others?"

"..."

The moment the words came out, Ian felt himself stunned.

He inexplicably felt that he seemed to have said something similar to what he was saying now... No, it should be said that it was exactly the same thing, but the object might be a little different.

But before the man had time to figure out where this inexplicable sense of familiarity came from, Altria's laughter came out first.