The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Morgan let out a long sigh.

She gave this answer with a sense of having seen through reality.

"My sister, Altria—"

"Although this crown does look very beautiful, it is not mine at the end of the day."

“No matter how much I like it, no matter how much I want to wear it—it will never become mine.”

"Instead of that..."

Morgan's eyes dimmed a little, which was a sign that the fire in his heart had been extinguished after he understood something.

"It would be better not to touch it from the beginning."

"after……"

Morgan looked at the knight beside him, with some indescribable emotions in his eyes.

"Just let me and my brother-in-law bless you."

"..."

You don't know what Morgan's mindset was when he said that.

[But you can confirm one thing - that is, the act of Altria placing the crown on her with her own hands deeply touched this tragic princess who was completely consumed by the flames of revenge.]

[So from now on...]

Will Morgan draw more attention to himself?

[You inevitably have this seemingly unrealistic, yet idealistic idea in your mind.]

[Unrealistically, Morgan hasn't noticed your feelings for so many years. How could you possibly change your behavior just because of a simple thing?]

【And being full of ideals means that you have an immense yearning for the future life of the two of you.】

【yes--】

Morgan covets the throne.

【And aren't you also coveting her? 】

"..."

"Is that so?" A complicated smile appeared on Altria's face.

That was an expression Ian had never seen before, and now it appeared before him.

Girl...

No.

Artoria should be called a mature woman.

After all, after returning to Camelot, her body has been developing rapidly in a way she had never imagined.

Ian even felt that if she continued like this, her figure would evolve to be better than that of her sister Morgan.

But that’s all in the future.

Artoria's gaze quickly shifted from her sister Morgan to the eyes of the Chief Knight of the Round Table.

"So, Ian—"

"It's up to you."

"Please put that crown on me."

"..."

"okay, I get it."

The knight replied, then cautiously walked towards the king.

【This is a scene you never imagined. 】

You never imagined that one day you would be able to personally place on Altria this crown, which is so closely connected to Camelot and even the whole of Britain, under Morgan's gaze.

I have to say, this is an incredibly exciting emotion.

You find yourself even beginning to understand how it feels to be Merry/Merlin secretly "manipulating" the King's appearance.

[Witness the birth of the chosen one, and then use all your strength to pave the way for her/them to victory.]

[No matter what the final result will be. ]

[But at least at this moment—or should I say at this moment and for a period of time thereafter, I will be the one who guides the king forward.]

This unique joy, belonging to pioneers, cannot be easily replaced by other means.

Put it on.

Ian personally put this extremely heavy crown on Altria.

For some reason, the knight suddenly became dazed the moment he finished doing all this.

He originally thought that it was Mary who caused all this, but he found that she had moved her hand away from that threatening place at some point - of course, Morgan did the same.

He saw Altria standing in front of him with tears on her face.

Is that real?

Or nothingness?

Ian couldn't tell.

But he could confirm that he saw this scene.

"Ian?"

"Ian?!"

"Ian!"

Altria called out three times before finally calling Ian back from the tragedy.

At this moment, the knight no longer saw the king crying.

Instead, there was a face with a hint of doubt.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you just standing there in a daze?"

"Is it my current behavior that makes you feel that you are totally unacceptable?"

"Eh?"

After Altria said this, Ian realized what he had just done.

Is it a dream...

That's a bit too real.

but……

Now doesn't seem to be the time to worry about that kind of thing.

Faced with the king's doubts, the knight quickly gave his own response.

"No, I didn't mean it like that at all—I was just very touched."

"move?"

Artoria seemed to have a different understanding of this word.

"what do you mean?"

"Um……"

"If I had to explain it clearly—"

Ian glanced at Altria, then at Morgan.

He realized that when he had just put the crown on Altria's head, he had unknowingly pulled out a strand of her golden hair.

Following this remarkable discovery, the man further expressed his thoughts.

"Perhaps it's because you believe that Camelot, under your leadership, will move towards a better future that has never been reached before."

"Every time I think of this, my heart surges like a tide and I can't calm down at all."

"..."

For some reason, when she heard Ian's expectations, Altria's expression was not as happy as usual.

On the contrary, her brows were slightly furrowed, showing that she looked not so well.

"I see."

"So Ian...is this the only thing you expect?"

"..."

The knight was stunned for a moment before giving his answer.

"Wang, what do you mean by this—I don't quite understand."

"nothing."

Altria straightened the crown on her head slightly, making herself look a little more dignified than before.

"Let's continue with the wedding."

"I... can't wait to 'marry' Guinevere."

"……it is good."

Morgan's farce ultimately failed to stir up any more storms.

The Knights of the Round Table also tacitly ignored the crows that filled the sky and the rose garden that had almost died but had miraculously revived.

All crises are like icicles on the eaves; they appear once, but disappear quietly at some point in the spring when the flowers bloom.

You and Morgan truly acted as "witnesses" to the "wedding" of Altria and Guinevere.

You watched them walk hand in hand in the rose garden you and Morgan shared.

【Although I know that all this is not as good as it seems. 】

[But you still hope it's real, a reality that can happen in Camelot.]

You realize that what you want to see is perhaps just a world like this, where neither Morgan nor Altria will be hurt.

But is this really possible?

You are not sure, and you cannot be sure.

[After all, everything at this moment, whether it's Morgan or Altria, feels a bit unfamiliar.]

You don’t know why this feeling arises in your heart—but it is like a nightmare, haunting you.

【In this state of anxiety, you come to the final step of the wedding. 】

[That was the move Morgan could least accept, and the one most likely to cause disaster.]

[As witnesses, you and she need to give Altria a kiss of blessing as "relatives."]

【But you never thought that this time, what would surprise you would be somewhere else. 】

"So--"

"Altria, it's time for us to make our final move for you."

Morgan, who had completely calmed down, walked step by step to his sister with a somewhat defeated smile.

She was a little taller than her, so she bent down slightly and left a light kiss on her fair and smooth forehead.

There may not be any blessings, but there will no longer be any resentment.

Morgan did it all simply and neatly, then stepped back to make room for Ian.

The knight did not hesitate and walked straight forward and came in front of Artoria.

With a bit of selfishness, Ian left his own kiss on her forehead where Morgan had just kissed her.

Everything... seems to be better than imagined.

But just as the man was thinking this, he heard the voice from Altria again.