The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

【but--】

[None of you who are caught in the vortex have expressed disgust or aversion.]

[Guinevere, who could transform into a nightingale, even composed a beautiful little song.]

She named it "Night's Symphony."

[That night, you discovered that spending time with a few people like this was not as uncomfortable as you had imagined.]

[However, you can’t tell whether this change of thinking is a good thing or a bad thing.]

[At dawn, you arranged for Guinevere and Altria to sleep in the same bed.]

【As friends, they can be said to have had the most extreme relaxation.】

You quietly left the room and headed towards your and Morgan's love nest.

[The moment you opened the door, you saw another unexpected scene.]

"..."

Looking at Morgan sitting in front of the dressing table, Ian was naturally extremely surprised.

After all, at this moment, no matter how you think about it, it should be the time for her to fall asleep peacefully in bed.

but--

Morgan was now sitting in front of the mirror, looking at himself in it with a slightly absent-minded look, his expression looking a little dazed.

It is an existence that will make people feel pity at a glance.

The last time Ian saw Morgan with this expression was when she learned that as the eldest daughter, she would never be able to take the inheritance rights from Altria.

This means...she is very sad now?

And because she was so sad, she didn't even notice when she sneaked back.

Faintly, Ian could even hear her mumbling.

So--

Is it better to leave now and come back at a suitable time?

"..."

"Princess."

Ian finally spoke up - he simply couldn't stand watching Morgan suffer and doing nothing.

Even if he makes mistakes, he has to give it a try.

"What's wrong with you?"

Perhaps she had never expected Ian to come back at this time, or perhaps she was too immersed in her own sadness.

The moment the man called his name, Morgan trembled all over.

In less than a few seconds, the trembling turned into incredible joy and shock.

But what was finally presented to Ian was a look that was not much different from usual.

"Why...are you back so early?"

"You didn't even knock when you came in—I'm angry, knight."

"I'm sorry, Princess." Ian took the initiative to express his guilt, "but I really missed you too much, so I did such a shameful thing."

"And compared to my disrespect—"

The knight walked towards the princess in front of the dressing table step by step until he stood behind her.

"Princess."

"You...shouldn't you tell me why you looked so sad just now?"

"If I, as a knight, don't know the reason, I will definitely be unable to sleep or eat."

"..."

Morgan's eyes in the mirror gradually widened, and then changed into a completely different look from usual.

"Knight, did you see that?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, confirming Morgan's statement.

"As long as Princess is by my side, my eyes will always be on you."

"So it's not so strange to note such an expression, right?"

The same expression change again.

surprise.

happy.

Then calm down.

Everything was like throwing a stone into the water, which gradually only splashed some waves, and then the entire picture returned to nothingness.

"Knight, don't be so self-indulgent."

"I didn't make that expression because of you."

Although he was not surprised at Morgan's answer, when he heard it, Ian still felt as if his heart was poured with a bucket of cold water.

but--

never mind.

Ian responded to Morgan's words with a smile:

"I know."

"Your Highness, you must be thinking of Britain. As for me, I naturally have no qualifications to be compared with it."

"But no matter what, please, Princess, share your worries with me."

"Let me... fulfill my duty as a knight."

"..."

Morgan's eyes flickered with panic.

That's the look he only shows when he feels guilty.

However, this expression did not last long, and Morgan quickly responded to Ian's question directly.

"I was just lamenting the fate of Britain."

"Knight, do not think about it—I command you not to raise this question again."

"..."

After saying this, Ian didn't say anything more.

He just nodded silently and didn't comment on it anymore.

But Morgan started to take action at this time.

Bang for a moment.

The Excalibur Gallatin, the sword of victory hanging from the knight's waist, fell to the ground with a resounding sound.

"I knew it."

Morgan looked at everything he could see, his expression playful and lascivious.

"It must be very uncomfortable to communicate with Altria with something like this?"

“…That’s true.”

Ian did not deny Morgan's statement - after all, before Altria proposed a solution, he was indeed feeling relatively uncomfortable.

"Sure enough."

Morgan's throat was moving slightly, as if she had some other thoughts, spreading deep in her heart and turning into desire.

"So--"

"Since you're in so much pain, yet you're still enduring it, I'll give you a little reward that you've never had before, right?"

"what?"

As soon as Ian responded to Morgan, he felt an unprecedented sense of confidence.

He lowered his head slightly, then saw Morgan's hand.

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

"Sh ...

"Do not talk."

"Are you very resistant to me doing this? If not, then don't say anything and just feel it."

"..."

"I understand." The man replied.

"Come to think of it, this is my first time playing with it like this—if it's fun, I can do it again in the future."

"Okay, come out."

"……Understood."

This was a very unique experience.

[This is the first time Morgan has played with your heart like this.]

You can sense that her attitude is quietly undergoing some unprecedented changes.

[Whether this is good or bad, you can't tell for a moment.]

【But time doesn't seem to allow you to think any further. 】

[You still need to take care of the matters with Altria and Guinevere.]

【But something you didn’t expect happened. 】

[Merlin, who should have been the one to understand you, has taken the initiative to find you.]

641. Merlin? Or Merlie? (4k)

"..."

To be honest, if possible, Ian hoped that he would never see Merlin in his life.

But fate always seems to like to play some not-so-friendly jokes on people like him.

At dawn one day, Ian saw Merlin again.

No.

It is a bit wrong to use "meet" to describe this meeting.

Ian felt that it was more like he suddenly walked through an intersection, and that damn Merlin appeared directly in front of him.

And just like the previous times they met, the man naturally had a lot of opinions about this sloppy and unkempt flower magician.

but--

Once he considered what Altria had said before, Ian knew that even if he really wanted to kill this person, he still had to hide it.

If all this is turned into action, it will become a standard greeting.

"Merlin, I didn't expect to see you here again."

however--

In response to Ian's greeting, Merlin, as if he could see through people's minds, said something that made the Chief Knight of the Round Table extremely embarrassed.

"Ah."

"You actually greeted me this time—if I hadn't guessed correctly, this was Altria's instruction, right?"

"She's the only one who can make you let go of your prejudice against me and say something that shouldn't be said at this moment."