The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

You are not a dull person.

You quickly heard the other hidden meaning in Meili's words.

[She was fully aware of Morgan's "gift" for the wedding and had the power to stop it.]

【only--】

[She doesn't seem to intend to make this decision herself, but rather "maliciously" hands this choice over to you.]

【For her, this is probably a way to have fun. 】

"so--"

"You're going to let me choose, right?" the man confessed it very directly.

"Completely correct."

Mary also did not hide her purpose.

"Morgan has already set up a magic trick in this sea of flowers—although I don't really want to tell you the details, but I can assure you that it happened."

"Well...if everything is correct, if it is triggered at some point on the wedding day, it will definitely cause a storm."

"Of course, since I can sense all of this, I naturally have a way to deal with her."

"Just—"

Mellie held up a finger.

"With just one word from you, I can do this."

"But I'm not the type to force you. If you don't want to, or don't believe me, you can persuade Altria to hold the wedding somewhere else. That way, we'll definitely be able to avoid the curse this time."

"But I can't go into detail about what will happen next."

"How about it?"

Mary took a few steps forward and then returned to the knight's presence.

Being slightly taller or shorter, she had to raise her head to meet the other person's gaze and form the so-called bridge of communication.

"Ian."

"Tell me—to which side does your name, Pendragon, belong?"

"..."

You feel like something is not right.

If Merlin had simply stood by and watched the recent series of events with indifference.

【Then Meili has the exact opposite attitude. 】

She didn't want to miss any opportunity to get involved, and instead actively participated in everything.

[You can even feel that she has some vague expectations for the choice you make - no matter which side you choose.]

[Are you going to let her manipulate you like this? ]

[You can't help but have such doubts in your heart. ]

[You realize that your next choice may set off an unprecedented storm in British history.]

"How about it? Haven't you made up your mind yet?"

Meili's voice sounded at this moment, like some extremely stern urging.

"Do you think this choice is too difficult?"

"If that's really the case—"

"I can reveal one thing to you. Perhaps after you know it, you will change your mind."

"Reveal something?"

Ian asked very cautiously.

"Could it be something extremely difficult again?"

"You can say yes, you can say no."

Mary's attitude was as ambiguous as ever, and she seemed to have absolutely no desire to take any responsibility.

"To put it more specifically—"

"In fact, your current behavior will not affect everything in the future."

"If you knew this premise, would you be able to make a better choice?"

"How could there be no impact?" Ian said almost subconsciously, "If that's the case, then isn't everything now completely meaningless?"

“Nothing will be meaningless.”

Mary's hand wandered across the man's chest, looking as if she was searching for the location of his heart.

"Everything has its reasons and consequences - it's just that many times, we can selectively avoid things we are not so willing to face."

"You are like this, and so am I."

"so--"

"If you think what I say is trustworthy."

Mary looked at the man in front of her, and there was a hint of desire in her tone for him to follow her words.

"Then make your choice with confidence."

"..."

trust?

Impossible to trust.

If Mary really has many connections with Merlin, then every word she says is not worth believing.

After all, in Ian's cognition, the title of Flower Magician is almost the same as "liar".

but--

Ian couldn't help but think about what Mary had just said.

Did his name Pendragon come from Morgan or Altria?

"..."

"Merry, can I ask you something?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"It's just...if we continue like this, what kind of future will Morgan have?"

"Oh?"

The corners of Meili's mouth curled up slightly.

This action, which should have been a smile, now seemed to have an indescribable feeling, as if what she wanted to express had nothing to do with smiling at all.

"You only want to know about Morgan, but not Altria?"

"Because I don't need to worry about Altria," Ian said directly. "From the moment she drew the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur), I recognized her qualifications as king."

"In the future, she will surely be an outstanding king, a king who will lead Britain onto a path of greater prosperity."

"I believe this more than anyone else."

"..."

Mary was silent for a long time, but her eyes never left the man.

Corresponding to this is another question she raised next.

"That is to say——"

"Don't you want to know Morgan's future because you love her?"

"..."

This time it was Ian's turn to be silent.

After a long while, he finally answered;

"Do not."

"Of course I still love her, but some things may have gone beyond my acceptance, so sometimes I doubt whether my love is worthless to her."

"So, maybe I need some time to think about whether my actions make sense."

"That sounds reasonable," Mary replied quickly.

"But it's not hard to understand."

"Your fate has been completely intertwined with Morgan's for a long time."

"She is so lucky to have found a knight as stubborn as you."

"Don't say that again."

Ian very directly interrupted Mary's words, which sounded like praise but at the same time contained a subtle hint of condemnation.

"tell me."

"What will Morgan's future be like?"

"..."

"You really can't wait."

Mary raised her hand, collected the petals around her, and then closed her eyes.

Just as the man was wondering what she was doing, Mary opened her eyes in time.

It was like waking up from a dream, as if he had understood something.

"Hmm... it might be a little troublesome to explain."

"But there is one thing I can tell you."

"If your understanding is correct, Morgan will eventually get what he wants—I can assure you of that."

"I got what I wanted..."

The moment he heard Mary's words, Ian felt as if something heavy had fallen from his heart.

Are you feeling lucky?

Or something else?

The man felt a strange emotion spreading in his heart.

But what he could confirm was—

This time the main tone is not sadness, but heartfelt joy.

"Good...that's great."

"As long as she can fulfill her wish, it will all be worth it."

"You're still the same as always—you're the same no matter which world you are in."

"What on earth did Morgan do to make you so obsessed?"

"..."

Ian was speechless at the question.

Because he couldn't answer the question either.

What do you like about Morgan?

Desire, or something else?

After so many years of life, all of this has actually become confused.

"I don't know." The man finally gave this answer.

"But whether it's Morgan or Altria, at least let me do something for them."