The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Great... I wasn't wrong about you."

That was the girl's heartfelt praise, which was very touching to hear, and it was also like the joy of expecting perfection to be presented.

"Guinevere, can you rest assured now?"

"Guinevere?"

Ian looked around but didn't see any familiar figures.

The only proof was the nightingale on the balcony railing outside the window.

"..."

【You suddenly understand.】

[Altria didn't ask such a strange question on a whim.]

[This was most likely a test-like existence that she had obtained after a serious discussion with Guinevere.]

【Yes. 】

[This is a strange night—not only is Morgan testing you, but also Altria and Guinevere.]

"Your answer is more than just talk."

As Guinevere's voice came from outside the window like a song, the nightingale, which had been standing there for who knows how long, began to slowly change its shape until it returned to its usual appearance.

"Ian."

"You are a knight worthy of trust."

"..."

Looking at Guinevere who walked through the balcony door and came to him and Altria from the balcony, Ian felt a little complicated.

Even though his lover was in front of him, he couldn't help but ask.

"Guinevere, why...are you here?"

"Isn't the answer obvious?" Guinevere walked to the bed, sat in front of Altria, and then responded to Ian's question softly.

"I want to know whether what you said to me the other day was just a casual flirtation or a genuine desire to fight for my freedom, like a caged bird."

"Now--"

Guinevere's eyes swept over Ian and Altria.

Although this might be a somewhat awkward moment for the emperor and his subjects to make peace, she still spoke with a smile:

"I can confirm that."

"You...really mean more than just talk."

"I..." Hearing Guinevere's voice, Ian wanted to temporarily end his and Altria's extremely unclean behavior.

But what the man didn't expect was that Guinevere reached out her hand at this moment and stopped his behavior.

"I don't know why you like this method though—maybe it's a personal quirk or something."

"but……"

Guinevere looked at King Arthur who had surrendered before the knight.

"Since she has the courage to do this, it means you are worthy and should be praised."

"Ian...you won't let Altria down, will you?"

"..."

Altria said nothing.

She didn't like forcing her knight Ian to make certain forced decisions.

of course.

This doesn't mean that she doesn't want to know what choice Ian is going to make at this moment.

Even if——

She is actually being humiliated now.

"..."

【You know what Guinevere is thinking.】

[You also know what Altria is thinking.]

You understand that now is not the time for you to back down—at least not in front of Guinevere.

You took a deep breath to calm down the shock of what Altria had just said.

[“Altria, should we continue?”]

【"certainly."】

After receiving the girl's accurate answer, you once again offended her dignity as a king in the way you are best at.

【But you know all this is just appearance. 】

[Because neither Altria, the person involved, nor Guinevere, the bystander, showed any disgust during this process.]

[In complete contrast, Altria seemed to be very devoted.]

[Knowing that you were cursed by Morgan, she wanted to simulate the experience you should have had tonight as closely as possible in her own way.]

[The effect wasn't that great, naturally—but that doesn't negate her feelings.]

【Not to mention Guinevere. 】

Although she was a complete bystander, as the closest observer besides you and Altria, she was naturally quite serious.

[“Is there such a way to express love?”]

"Looking at it this way, we're often simply bound by worldly concerns."

【Guinevere said something that you will never forget.】

You find yourself feeling a little relieved by her words, and the guilt you originally felt for humiliating Altria has receded a little like the tide.

【perhaps--】

[Is it really just the secular world that binds everything? ]

[You, who constantly express your loyalty, can't help but have such thoughts.]

I don’t know how long it will take.

Looking at everything in front of her, Guinevere's eyes were full of surprise.

But rather than surprise, what she wanted to show at this moment seemed to be more joy.

Guinevere's fingers were gently stroking Altria's waist, as if she was recalling the unsightly (or perhaps happy) scenes she had experienced in the past.

"Your love... can actually reach a place like this?"

"..."

For a moment, Ian didn't know how to answer Guinevere's honest but somewhat embarrassing question.

But Altria admitted it all without hesitation.

Although she looked a little embarrassed and unworthy of the title of king, she still responded to Guinevere in a voice so clear that it was unforgettable.

"Yes."

"Guinevere, you're not mistaken—Ian can get there."

"He... is capable of doing this kind of thing."

"..."

Altria asked Guinevere to look at Ian.

The look in her eyes seemed to be questioning the man in front of her - "Why do you let him admit it instead of speaking up yourself?"

Ian certainly wasn't unaware of this.

So he quickly reached out and put himself and Guinevere in the same spot.

The two men's hands met at Altria's waist, forming a strange merger.

"What I'm actually trying to say is that we haven't reached our limit yet."

"Perhaps... if I try a little harder, I might be able to express my love more deeply."

"Of course, Altria might feel uncomfortable."

"It's okay." The girl's reply came almost instantly.

"If Ian you want to try it—"

"I can do it right now."

"..."

"..."

Guinevere and Ian were silent.

The former is because Altria's attitude towards ordinary people and Ian is too different and she feels complicated;

The latter is sad because he feels guilty about his attitude.

But in any case, this is obviously not the time to remain silent.

Ian quickly decided to bring the topic back to reality - that is, the wedding of Altria and Guinevere.

"Answer me seriously."

The man helped up the girl who had been serving him for who knows how long, and after gently rubbing her cheek, he took the initiative to ask.

"Is your wedding...serious?"

"Of course I'm serious." Guinevere responded for the first time, "Altria and I have been discussing this for a long time."

"otherwise--"

"I can't tell you tonight."

"But how can we do that?" Ian's tone sounded somewhat embarrassed. "Doesn't this completely go against common sense? Doesn't it mean we're treating the public as fools?"

This is not because the Cavaliers are worrying too much.

The fact that Altria revealed her identity was shocking enough in itself.

If he were to "marry" Guinevere now with such a queenly status, it would undoubtedly be like pouring a large spoonful of cold oil into the pot that was already not calmed down.

Let’s not talk about the final result.

The violent collisions caused by this process are definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

If Ian could think of this, it is impossible for Altria, as the king, not to have thought of it.

But it was at this moment that the girl in Ian's arms suddenly asked a question that seemed completely inappropriate.

"So--"

"What's the answer to the question I just asked you?"

"Problem?" Ian frowned slightly.

"Altria, you mean whether I can fulfill your duties as a husband on your behalf, right?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

"Before I give my answer, please give yours, Ian."

"..."

[You fell into deep thought.]

[You know, this seemingly lustful night is actually full of clues of fate. ]

[The answer you inadvertently draw at this moment may very well turn into a storm sweeping across Britain in the future.]

You hesitate—you can't bind the fate of the entire country to what you say next.

"Altria, how do you want me to answer?"