The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[Even in this moment of almost crazy revenge, you still think so.]

If that's the case...

You think you might be able to contribute something to Morgan's revenge plan.

however.

Things did not develop as the man predicted, or rather, did not go in the direction Morgan predicted.

After all the withered flowers were "repaired" with the help of Meli, Altria did not continue the wedding according to the previous steps.

She looked at Morgan who was standing next to Ian, as if she was thinking about something.

After a long time, the young girl king began to walk towards her sister.

The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, until they were almost touching each other.

Although the distance between them became closer, the gap between Morgan and her heart did not disappear.

She instinctively felt that the sister in front of her was here to laugh at her incompetence.

Yes.

It must be so.

Otherwise, how could she come to him after so many things happened?

maybe……

She actually knew all this a long time ago and was ready to humiliate herself severely.

So……

So when she said that, choose the last prepared path.

only--

The scene that Morgan imagined, being humiliated in public by his sister Altria, did not happen.

Instead, there were words that sounded like ordinary questions.

"Sister, some of your and your brother-in-law's hobbies... don't need to be shown at a time like this."

"..."

Just this one sentence made Morgan stunned.

Then, she quickly realized what her sister meant by this—she knew what she was doing.

Of course, there was no way Morgan would admit it.

And she also knew that her sister Altria would never expose her at this time.

"Sister, what are you talking about...I don't understand."

"It's okay." Artoria smiled indifferently. It was not easy for her to react like this under the influence of the Rhongomyniad.

"I don't care if you do that."

"because--"

"I am very happy that you can come to my wedding."

"..."

"..."

Altria's words made Morgan's expression become a little subtle.

It was a feeling that was almost shameful, but also unable to settle down because of some kind of restless ambition.

"So what exactly do you want to say...Altria."

"I don't want to say anything—"

Altria raised her hand.

Ian thought it was a hand reaching out towards Morgan, but he didn't expect her to reach out towards the top of his head.

Altria briefly took off the crown on her head, and then gently put it on the head of her sister Morgan.

Under the gaze of everyone, she carefully put this hat, which in a sense symbolized everything about Camelot, on Morgan.

"Altria, you are..."

"Sister, please bless me once—even if it's just for this reason."

"..."

Morgan's hands were shaking.

This was completely different from what she had expected.

My sister did not scold or "attack" me because of these things, but accepted it all with an extremely tolerant attitude.

In comparison…

I am simply...

Morgan's voice trembled, until finally she seemed to realize something.

Lost.

After a long while, she finally spoke as if she had recognized the reality:

"Altria, congratulations."

"Congratulations on finding your 'true love' - I wish you all the best from the bottom of my heart."

661. Reconciliation of the British Sisters…? (4k)

"..."

Ian had imagined many ways to resolve the current situation, but he never expected that what Altria was doing now would end it all.

but--

This seems to be the best option.

The knight looked at the princess who was temporarily wearing the crown, and couldn't help but feel a little more pity in his heart.

This was the first time I saw her wearing a crown since I met her.

Although she didn't really own it, at least for Morgan at this moment, the nightmare that had been haunting her for many years could finally end in this imperfect but regret-free way.

Is it...

When Mary said "getting what she wanted", was she referring to the current situation?

If this is really the case...

That seems to be a good result - at least in a sense it makes up for some of the past shortcomings.

However, it was as if she had read the man's mind, or perhaps she had been planning to say something more.

The Flower Magician's voice soon reached the knight's ears.

It was a reminder that sounded like a warning, profound and harsh.

"No, Ian Pendragon."

"What I mean by 'getting what you want' is not something of this magnitude."

"..."

The man's knight's instinct prevented him from expressing his inner doubts immediately, but his slightly opened lips were enough to make everything clear.

He was surprised, and it was a genuine surprise.

Getting what you want... doesn't actually refer to the current situation?

What would it be?

Does Morgan have a deeper desire that can be fulfilled?

This……

Is this really possible?

Before the man could think clearly about this problem, Morgan's voice came from the side and completely entered his ears.

The proud princess, who had just been lost in revenge, now seemed to have understood everything. She said to the knight beside her who had sworn allegiance to her:

"knight."

"Please help me return the crown to Altria."

"Without it—"

"This wedding isn't perfect, is it?"

"..."

"You don't know what kind of mentality Morgan had when he said these words, as if he had been defeated."

[But you can sense from it that she seems to have recognized something that she had never recognized before.]

It was a feeling that could only be understood after a profound enlightenment, and now it had truly transformed into her tone, permeating every word she uttered.

You don’t know whether this is good or bad.

[Because you always feel that this is not the Morgan you know - she shouldn't give up her insistence on the throne of Camelot like this.]

[But at the same time, you find yourself quite selfishly hoping that Morgan will actually become like this.]

[Because if she did that, her eyes might actually shift away from her status as the King of Britain and turn to other things.]

[If it really comes to this—]

[Maybe she'll notice you, who's always been standing beside her like a speck of dust, right?]

Having said that, Ian knew that he would never say anything more about Morgan's choice.

He knew her too well.

That self-esteem that is obviously quite fragile, but is always present.

This kind of mind, which is as transparent as crystal and yet quite fragile at the same time, is something I want to grasp at all costs.

So--

At least from this moment on, let's complete everything according to her expectations.

"I understand."

Ian temporarily shifted his gaze away from Altria, and then took the crown she had just put on her sister from Morgan's head and held it in his own hands.

"king--"

"Then please accept it once again—"

"This is a crown that Britain lives and dies with."

"..."

Looking at the man she loved most, Artoria did not answer him directly as she did in the past.

She looked at the crown in the man's hand, her eyes, as beautiful as emeralds, revealing a wave of thoughts.

Apparently—

This is what happens when you are thinking about something seriously.

And Ian also tacitly didn't say or do anything more - because let alone Altria, even he himself needed a considerable amount of time to think clearly about everything that had happened recently.

After an unknown amount of time (perhaps just a moment), Altria's voice finally appeared in Ian's ears like a hymn announcing the end.

Only this time, she didn't say much to the man, but directed her words to her sister Morgan.

"elder sister."

"You obviously love this crown, don't you? Why did you let Ian return it to me so quickly this time?"

"Is there any reason for this?"

"..."