The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

However, the other party's attitude was not as "friendly" as imagined.

Morgan stopped combing his hair for a moment, and then put the comb in his hand on the table as if he was angry.

The words that sounded like a reproach also sounded at this moment and soon reached the man's ears.

"My knight."

"You got up very early—are you going to do something shameful, so you act like this?"

"..."

The questioning was not unexpected, and it could even be said to be a somewhat standard start.

But Ian was not panicked at all, he quickly responded to Morgan.

"That's not the case, Princess."

"I've brought you something meaningful—I hope you like it."

"Ok?"

Morgan's hands trembled slightly when he heard this.

To be honest, from the moment Ian entered the room, she sensed some faint smell in the air.

However, at that time, her attention was completely focused on Ian going out early in the morning, so she naturally had no time to reflect on what the smell was.

If it smells now...

It seems a little familiar.

and many more……

Could it be?

Morgan slowly turned around, and what caught the witch's eyes was Ian holding a large bunch of roses in his hand, which were so bright that it was difficult to look away.

Although she had guessed something from the familiar smell, when she saw all this, the arrogant princess still showed an expression of surprise.

"Knight...you are..."

"Just picked it this morning." Ian responded to Morgan in the way his son Gawain "thought".

"My Lady Princess, I hope you enjoy it."

"..."

Morgan said nothing.

But her hands were trembling more than before, and she looked like she was in an earthquake zone.

Her eyes were completely fixed on the man's hand and the rose in his hand, without any intention of looking away.

Her legs were rubbing against each other, and the fabric between them came into contact with each other, making an indescribable sound.

If it lasts longer, it might become a helper for getting up.

"..."

You never expected Morgan to react so violently.

You thought this kind of thing would be meaningless to her—after all, she didn't praise you when you gave her roses before.

[This once made you think that Morgan hated roses, a flower that evokes pity.]

【But now it seems that this is not the case.】

[Morgan...maybe he really likes these flowers.]

You realize that Altria's "commission" might not be as bad as it seems.

[She may also have considered some of her understanding of her sister that she has never mentioned to you.]

"Princess."

Ian looked at Morgan, who looked a little embarrassed, and asked in a soft voice.

"You... don't like the flowers I picked?"

"If that's the case, I'm sorry."

"..."

The corners of Morgan's mouth first rose, and then quickly suppressed, as if he was suppressing some idea of his.

"Nothing."

"You did a good job this time. Please send the flowers over here. Let me see how precious your so-called thoughtfulness is."

"...Okay." Ian nodded, "I understand."

[You delivered the large bouquet of roses to Morgan.]

You look forward to her next reaction.

[You think if she was so excited when she heard you gave her roses, then she should be similarly excited when she receives the roses, right?]

【But this is not the case.】

After receiving the rose from you, Morgan frowned.

[She seems to have discovered something remarkable.]

"Ian, where did you pick these flowers?"

Morgan's questioning soon reached Ian's ears, and after a moment's consideration, the latter chose to be relatively honest and confess the origin of the roses.

"Princess."

"These are the roses I planted for you before. After a season of growth, they have become what they are now."

"really?"

Morgan asked again.

"Where did you really pick these words from?"

"Yes, my lady."

Ian was not afraid of Morgan's repeated questioning - after all, Altria had already admitted it all.

The man felt that even if she really wanted to lie, she would not lie about such things.

“I did pick it from there.”

"You are lying, my knight." Morgan's eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Is this a gift from Altria?"

"..."

The moment Morgan said that, you felt your heart stop beating.

You don't know how Morgan knew this.

But you realize that it would be a bad decision to just accept her words.

You don't want to disappoint Gawain's expectations for your relationship with Morgan.

[You...chose to be stubborn.]

"Princess, what are you talking about?"

Ian looked at Morgan in front of him and responded with a smile.

"How could this be the rose Altria gave me? Did you make a mistake?"

"Still lying."

Morgan stood up from the dressing table, holding the extremely fragrant rose, and walked towards Ian step by step, until she and the rose were pressed against his chest.

The pair of eyes that used to be so imposing without anger now stared at the knight in front of him as if to torture him.

"Don't lie to me anymore—this must be from Altria, right?"

"Right? Right!"

"..."

Although Morgan's voice of doubt is a bit louder than before, you notice that her movements seem a bit different from before.

What is the difference?

You silently observed Morgan's movements, and then discovered some clues.

【correct. 】

【It's the rose's problem.】

Although everything she said now seemed to be blaming and questioning you, she did not throw away the large bunch of roses in her hand under such circumstances.

[On the contrary——]

[She also came to you holding a large bunch of roses.]

[You know, from Morgan's perspective, this is a rose given to you by Altria. If you keep it in your hand for even one second longer, you're disgusting every part of her body.]

[But even in this situation, she still came to you with such a rose. ]

[This also means there is a possibility - she actually doesn't want to throw away this rose.]

[In other words, in her mind, the roses in her hand were something she could still fight for.]

There is only one possibility for her to reach this conclusion—she doesn't think this is a rose given to you by Altria.

"..."

The moment he reached this state of mind, Ian felt as if he had some serious illness.

How is it possible that there is a moment when I suspect that these are Altria's flowers, but at the same time I feel that these are not flowers sent by Altria?

wrong.

really not?

Is there really no such possibility?

No.

There must be a situation - that is, Morgan is also "deceiving" himself.

A more accurate statement would be that he is deceiving himself.

She wanted to use this method to test whether she really got such a big bunch of roses from Altria.

The best way is naturally to doubt.

If her suspicions were correct, then she herself had eliminated an uncomfortable possibility, and could even use it to attack Artoria;

If her suspicions were wrong, then these flowers were truly a beautiful gift from her husband, and she should be happy about it.

No matter which one it is, it is obviously quite easy for Morgan to accept.

But having said that——

The moment he understood this, Ian felt as if his heart had fallen into some kind of cold cave.

Morgan...is doubting himself.

Is this the price for lying to her? But if even something like giving flowers is doubted, isn't that a bit too much?

Ian felt his breathing become heavy, as if even breathing would become extremely difficult in the next moment.

He began to feel a little confused.

What on earth am I still coveting from Morgan?

"Knight, what's wrong with you?"

Morgan's voice brought Ian back to reality from his thoughts.

She seemed unaware that this time, her "test" had completely stepped into Ian's minefield.

In stark contrast, Morgan's pressure was getting closer and closer.

"I was right—so there's no way to answer that?"

"..."