The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

This is probably the moment the knight feels he should take action.

What he said at this moment was merely the actions of a knight fulfilling his chivalry.

"Ian…you don't need to help me find the stairs down."

"I am a complete liar. No matter what you say, it won't change."

"But scammers aren't something that will be recognized just because you say it yourself."

"How about this."

Ian reached out his hand and gently and tenderly lifted Guinevere's lowered head up little by little.

"Guinevere, make a bet with me."

"Make a bet?" She blinked her eyes, looking a little confused.

"What's the bet? Is there anything else between us worth doing this for?"

"Don't be nervous—this bet is simple."

A glint of confidence flashed in Ian's eyes.

That's the look he would show only when he was absolutely sure.

"How about we bet that Altria won't have any complaints about your identity?"

"Whether we win or lose, I will speak well of you in front of her."

"..."

[This is a bet that Guinevere will not lose at all.]

[After all, even without this bet, she still had to confess her identity to Altria.]

[She was smart enough to know that this was no longer a so-called step.]

【This is--】

[We need to completely resolve the last hidden problem.]

She hesitated.

[Because this is a rare opportunity for her.]

You didn't offer any suggestions or push her—you knew there was no way she'd give up on this.

【And this is indeed the case.】

"I understand."

Guinevere's breathing gradually became calmer, which was the reaction after she realized the reality.

"if it is like this--"

"I accept your bet."

"You...will do what you promised, right?"

"..."

Ian knew that this was the reaction Guinevere would have after she regarded Altria as a good friend.

In this state, she was completely different from the Artoria who had to be assassinated a few days ago.

"I swear in the name of the Knights of the Round Table that everything I, Ian Pendragon, have just said is honest and sincere, without any falsehood."

It seems like fate, but also like coincidence.

After Ian finished speaking, there was a noise outside the room.

The familiar sound of shoes rubbing against the ground was made by one and only one person - that was Artoria.

"..."

"..."

Ian and Guinevere fell silent.

Everything depends on Altria's reaction later.

There was a snap.

The door slowly swung, and the thick bottom rubbed against the ground slightly, making a dull and boring sound.

Soon, Altria appeared there.

She was still wearing the same royal attire she usually wore, but there were some differences.

because--

At this moment, she was holding a large bouquet of roses.

A slight blush appeared on Altria's face, silently expressing her inner joy.

"Ok?"

Almost the moment she entered the door, Altria saw Ian.

In an instant, he was the only one left in the girl's eyes.

"Ian!"

"How did you come?!"

The rose fell to the ground, and she fell into his arms.

"I just happened to dream about you yesterday... I didn't expect to see you today."

"I'm so happy—by the way, do you want to vent? No problem!"

"..."

Hearing these words that were so straightforward that it was impossible not to be tempted, Ian couldn't help but put his hand on Altria's head.

Such feelings are really too deep.

There is no reason to refuse at all.

but--

Ian glanced at Guinevere beside him. She seemed a little at a loss at the moment.

It was obvious that she really wanted to know the outcome of the bet, but for a moment she couldn't bear to separate herself from Altria.

but……

Now that you have noticed it, it is impossible to pretend that nothing happened.

Ian quickly brought the focus of the matter back to reality.

"I do have some ideas, Altria."

"Then let's get started—" the girl said without hiding anything, "Ian, I've already figured out what position you like."

"Now is the perfect time to verify it."

"Don't worry about the knights. I've already said they won't show up for the next few days. If you're willing, we can start from this time and stay until night."

"Of course..." Artoria buried her head deeper into the man's arms.

"How you spend this time is entirely up to you."

"..."

"Let's talk about this later." Ian responded to the girl's proactive feelings that shone like starlight.

"Altria, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm?" The girl raised her head.

Even though she was wearing a royal robe that she had no time to take off, she was still well-behaved in front of him like a rabbit that had been raised to be extremely docile.

"What's going on?"

"Um……"

Ian looked at Guinevere beside him.

"It's about her."

【This is the beginning of the bet.】

[You told Altria exactly what happened to Guinevere.]

[To be fair, you actually don't know how Altria will view this matter.]

[But you can feel that even in the worst-case scenario, Altria would never hurt Guinevere.]

【otherwise--】

She would never allow this "assassin" who came from afar to rest in the same room with her.

[This is your judgment based on your understanding of Altria.]

【But Guinevere doesn't have such confidence. 】

"..."

So nervous.

Guinevere looked at Altril, who was lying silently in Ian's arms, and even breathing became a little difficult.

The original intention was to kill the other party, so it didn't matter whether he had a familiar or not.

But it's different now.

She was his friend, the kind with whom he could share clothes and insights.

in case……

If she knew that I was such an ugly creature, it would definitely cause all kinds of estrangement, right?

Not to mention...Altria was someone who had been tormented by magic for so long.

Everything is going to end, right?

When she realized such a pessimistic result, Guinevere felt cold all over.

She regretted that she had not been frank and honest with herself at the beginning, which led to this tragic moment.

And this kind of thinking seems to have affected reality.

Artoria finally ended her silence, and then she said something that sounded like a condemnation.

"I'm angry, Guinevere."

"..."

As expected, this kind of thing cannot be forgiven no matter how you think about it.

This is especially true now.

Altria doesn't like being deceived - the same goes for Guinevere.

"sorry."

Guinevere bowed deeply, expressing all her apologies.

"As expected, asking for forgiveness for something like this is a bit too far-fetched."

"Altria... After I help you cover up, I will find a way to leave here. I hope this doesn't offend you."

Guinevere no longer begged Ian to say anything good for her.

She is not the kind of person who can use her thick skin as a wall!

But at this moment——

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Altria's doubt pulled Guinevere back from her sadness.

"Why did you leave Camelot?"

"Ok?"

Feeling that things seemed to be developing in a direction she had never expected, Guinevere was a little overwhelmed.