The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Mary's voice reached the knight's ears like some kind of advice.

But when he looked around, he saw nothing.

but……

This seems to be nothing unusual.

After all, Meili and Meili are exactly the same in this kind of thing, and they both seem to be like a dragon that can't be seen from head to tail.

There was only the sound, but no real person appeared, so it was nothing to be surprised about.

"Just do as I say..."

Ian silently repeated Mary's words in his mind.

To be honest, if possible, he didn't really want to follow the "instructions" of this funny guy.

But the situation has come to this, and the Cavaliers know that if they continue to hesitate, the results will only get worse.

"What a masterpiece..." Ian offered his praise.

This obviously made Morgan even more proud.

"of course."

"Since it's Altria's wedding, I have to give the best and most wonderful gift."

"Knight, let's go."

Morgan held Ian's hand tightly, looking like he was declaring his absolute dominance over him to everyone else here in the most direct and thorough way.

"Let us witness her wedding."

"……it is good."

You and Morgan start walking again.

[Amidst a frenzy of crows, you and she arrived before Altria.]

[Of course, at this moment, the Girl King's expression already looked somewhat awkward.]

【after all--】

[A scene like this, like the end of the world, is a curse on the "wedding" of Altria and Guinevere.]

[The "advantages" previously established by Meili have now vanished completely.]

You can't help but worry about Altria.

[Morgan was completely unaware of this.]

In the Camelot Court, Morgan's rose garden.

In accordance with Altria's "stubborn" request, the "wedding" venue for her and Guinevere was chosen here.

Many Knights of the Round Table gathered here at this moment, bringing with them various gifts.

It didn't seem to matter to them that the king was a woman - at least not at this moment.

Basically all the Knights of the Round Table sincerely offer their blessings and loyalty to King Arthur.

This can be confirmed on the spot once you step into this garden and see the knights' unwavering expressions.

but--

Such loyalty cannot change the crow frenzy at this moment, which is completely inappropriate for this scene.

Secretly driven by Morgan, countless crows flew over the huge rose garden like messengers of doom, leaving behind patches of black light and shadows.

It was the first time that the knights had seen such a scene, so naturally there was a lot of discussion.

"Brother Gao Wen..."

Gareth looked at the raging tide in the sky, his expression a little overwhelmed.

“Why are there so many crows?”

"Just now there were clearly a large flock of nightingales - what on earth happened?"

"..."

Faced with his sister's doubts, Gawain's expression seemed particularly complicated. He looked up at the sky, frowning, as if he was facing some extremely powerful enemy.

It was a while before he spoke back to Gareth.

"Maybe... someone is causing trouble?"

"make trouble?!"

Gareth almost lost his temper when he heard these words.

But with the hint from her brother Gawain's eyes, she quickly realized that this was definitely not her... no, it should be said that it was something that all the Knights of the Round Table should not mention at this time.

After all, once someone speaks out this thought in their heart——

Then this wedding, which should have been a perfect one for Altria and Guinevere, would become weird in that instant.

No one can speak.

And absolutely no one should speak.

At this moment, the Knights of the Round Table pointed the invisible swords at their waists at Artoria, declaring their loyalty.

"But..." Gareth lowered his voice.

"Brother Gao Wen...if someone is causing trouble, who could it be?"

"This is the king's wedding—if they were discovered, it would be a dead end! Would anyone really take such a huge risk to do something that has basically no benefit?"

"..."

Gawain did not answer his sister Gareth's question immediately, but silently shifted his gaze from the sky to his father and mother who were walking towards the center of the garden.

His expression was even more complicated than before, and he looked like he was having some kind of psychological struggle.

It took a while for the Knight on the White Horse, who was second only to his father in Camelot, to give an answer.

only……

It sounds so vague and unclear.

"Gareth, the king is the king to us."

"But for some...some people with other intentions, the king is no longer the king."

"Eh?"

Gareth tilted his head slightly, looking at his brother, confused.

"do not understand at all."

The young knight fell into extreme confusion.

【You don't know the conversation between son Gawain and daughter Gareth.】

[Your attention is completely focused on Morgan beside you.]

[Her many years of life experience tell you one thing - she is definitely not the kind of person who will only use one trick and then stop.]

【Next, something will definitely happen.】

[Could it be that... when Meili said "getting what she wanted", she really meant this?!]

You are once again deeply worried.

Morgan had no idea what the knight next to him was thinking at the moment.

In her heart, there was only the flame of jealousy that was born at this moment of reversal.

It was a driving force so powerful it was alarming—one that kept Morgan moving.

"Knight, go over there quickly."

Morgan urged Ian so, and then took him and continued to rush towards where Altria was.

Even during this process, her body kept making sounds like a full bottle of water being shaken.

pat-

pat-

Morgan came in front of Altria and Guinevere.

This arrogant princess finally got a chance to "fight back" in front of her.

Soon, she began to take action.

"Sister, this is such a joyous day - congratulations on finding your true love, and congratulations on finding your own happiness."

Almost at the same time.

When Morgan said these words that seemed like a blessing, the crows that had rested for a while began to move again.

They flapped their ominous black wings, and then flew high into the sky with a slightly fishy breeze.

They were circling and howling.

The uncomfortable sound echoed in the sky, disturbing the hearts of those present again and again.

But no one dared to expel them, and no one dared to say anything - after all, if they did so, the nature of the wedding would instantly become bad.

but……

Just because the Cavaliers don't do anything doesn't mean Morgan won't do something.

She just held Ian's hand beside her, as if she was holding some kind of belief.

Then, a voice that only men could hear reached his ears.

"Knight...you'll support me, right?"

"..."

[This is a question that couldn't be simpler.]

[You also know what answer Morgan wants - she just wants to hear your agreement, and doesn't need any other answer.]

【but……】

[Can this really be answered? ]

[This is the wedding that Altria "asked" Guinevere for in a begging tone, in order to maintain her lover relationship with you.]

[If I acknowledge and accept Morgan's question at this moment——]

"Then it's equivalent to denying Altria's efforts all along, right? 】

You hesitated.

You find it difficult to give an answer to this simple question.

【And at this moment, you feel as if your consciousness has been teased.】

[That's...Merry?]

This is a very strange reaction.

Ian felt as if someone had clamped him down there.

No.

To be more precise, it was not some stranger, but Mary herself.

Only she could inflict upon herself that horrible, irresistible feeling, just like she did just now.

but……

She wasn't around here just now, was she?

As Ian thought so, his eyes began to search around subconsciously.

Almost instantly, he saw her figure.

This woman, who puts fun first, was standing by the window of her and Morgan's room at this moment.

That was a place Ian had specially designed, and that was also the reason why the man had planted such a large field of roses here.

He really wanted Morgan to come along so that he could see his favorite roses.