The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Alas." Merlin sighed and continued helplessly.

"Why do you always ask me questions like this?"

"My purpose has been very clear from the beginning to the end. I just hope to see an ending after going through all these things."

"Everything else is not that important, and it's not something we need to care about."

"But you said you needed to sacrifice yourself, right?"

Ian responded to the magician with Merlin's own words.

"It's hard for me to imagine what could have caused you to make such a destructive choice."

"Haha." Merlin laughed again. "Looks like I need to further streamline my expression."

"What I mean by sacrifice isn't that I disappear—but that another 'me' will appear before you. Let's call her Mary."

"Of course, whether or not that me is still me is something that requires a very in-depth discussion."

"Is this really possible?"

The knight showed an expression of disbelief.

"It can be done." Merlin remained calm and composed. "A little fellow has already tried it for me once."

"It's there, and it seems to have seen Morgan."

"..."

Ian was stunned for a moment.

He felt as if countless things flashed before his eyes.

But Merlin's voice quickly brought him back to reality.

"That's enough about 'me'."

"Next-"

"Let's get back to Guinevere."

"Let us weave a legend with the song of the nightingale."

642. Guinevere the Clothes-Changing Doll/A Secret Identity Never Thought of (4k)

"..."

Merlin's words undoubtedly made Ian fall into confusion again.

"Making up legends?"

The man repeated what Merlin had just said, looking a little unconvinced.

"Merlin, if your plans for pleasure continue—"

"Then I suggest you stop right now."

"You should know what the consequences will be if you mess around with this kind of thing."

"Hahaha." Merlin laughed.

"How could I not know what the consequences would be?"

"only--"

"I think I haven't told a single lie from beginning to end, right?"

"Ian Pendragon, don't you realize this yet?"

"..."

Ian really couldn't refute Merlin's words for a moment.

After all, although this guy looks sloppy and unfocused, if you consider what he has done and what he has said, you will find that what he said at this moment does make some sense.

And more importantly—

Ian now really needs such a method to ensure that Altria can really "marry" Guinevere.

"So what are you going to do—at least tell me what you're going to get into next?"

"Otherwise...how can I cooperate with you?"

"That's not necessary." Merlin walked to the wall and looked at the streets of Camelot.

It happened to be the time when the sun was just rising. The golden light passed through the clouds and fell on the streets that were interconnected, dyeing everything it touched into a prosperous look.

The Flower Magician took a deep breath, as if he had received some substance he needed to survive from the air.

"I don't think I ever showed any signs of needing help when compiling the legend of Altria, right?"

"you……"

When the golden sword (Caliburn) that forced Altria to be chosen as the king was mentioned, a three-foot-high flame burst out in Ian's heart.

but--

Reason told him that this was not the time to argue with Merlin about such things.

At least not now.

Anyway, if this guy can actually come up with some useful ideas and implement them...

Then it would be a good idea to wait until everything is settled before getting rid of him.

"I understand."

"So—I don't have to do anything but wait, right?"

"That's about it." Merlin confirmed Ian's statement, "Then-"

"It's about time."

"Let us say goodbye in such a beautiful sunrise."

After saying this, the Flower Magician snapped his fingers once again.

Countless petals began to surround him as if they were caught in some kind of whirlpool.

When everything was settled, Merlin's figure had disappeared from Ian's sight, as if he had never appeared.

[You learned about Altria's so-called arrangement from Merlin.]

You're not only a little worried that she might have been deceived by Merlin again in a way she had never imagined.

【after all--】

Although she loves you in a clear and passionate way, you know that her heart is also with Britain.

[Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to fight to this extent with someone like Bailong Futigeng.]

The more you think about it, the more worried you become.

[In the end, you didn't even go back to say good morning to Morgan before hurriedly leaving the "crime scene" where you and Merlin met.]

[You, under the pretext of having something important to report, head towards the room where Altria is.]

【Finally, you reach her room.】

dong dong dong-

A heavy knock on the door sounded in Wang's corridor, expressing Ian's inner concerns at the moment in the most obvious and unconcealed way.

"Altria——"

The man almost roared inwardly.

But due to his identity and the current situation, he could only transform the strength in his hands and try his best to transmit it to the other side of the door.

But what Ian didn't know was...

Even so, his actions at this moment seemed somewhat reckless and rude, which was inconsistent with his reputation as the "Chief Knight of the Round Table".

Fortunately, this scene did not last long.

The voice behind the gate soon came.

only--

The one who opened the door was not Altria, but Guinevere.

At this moment, she had changed into clothes that Altria usually didn't dare to wear. She looked relaxed and comfortable, as if she was born to live in this room.

"Who's knocking on the door so early... Hey, Ian?"

Seeing the man in front of her, Guinevere, who was originally a little confused and sleepy, woke up almost instantly.

As a victim of a political marriage, she is still quite sensitive.

Something must have happened!

Otherwise, this man would never come to visit at this time!

"Ian, you..."

Hearing Guinevere's tone, which was much more serious than before, the man realized that she had woken up from the dream.

"Let me in first—"

"Outside is not the time to talk about this."

"..."

"Okay." Guinevere nodded, then looked at both sides of the corridor and gently scattered something.

"You come in."

Swish.

The door closed again.

A light blue light shone on the floor in front of the door, like some kind of silent protection.

【You are brought into the room by Guinevere.】

[Everything is almost the same as when you came here before, and it can even be said to be a little cleaner.]

[It’s obvious——]

Even though she knew that there would never be any relationship between her and Altria that crossed the line, Guinevere still did everything she was supposed to do as a "wife."

[This makes you feel even more pity for this extraordinary woman who has traveled thousands of miles to Camelot.]

【But having said that, there is one thing that still concerns you very much. 】

[That means Altria is not in the room—and judging by the folded quilt, it seems she has been gone for quite some time.]

This can't help but make you a little worried.

【Guinevere noticed all this.】

"Ian." Her voice sounded at this moment, as if she had seen through all the secrets of the man in front of her.

"Are you here to see Altria?"

"..."

Ian knew he had nothing to hide from Guinevere, so he quickly nodded to confirm her statement.

"Where did she go? There shouldn't be any business going on at this time, right?"

After all, even his meeting with Merlin was a coincidence, not to mention that Camelot was still asleep.

Ian couldn't imagine a reason why Altria would just leave the room like that.

however--

The man didn't know, and Guinevere didn't know either.

She shook her head, then sighed and responded to Ian's question.

"Although I really want to tell you where Altria went—but unfortunately, she didn't tell me her destination this morning."

"Sorry, Ian."

"This……"