The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

It's definitely not who she wants to be.

wrong.

This is all wrong.

Things shouldn't be going this way.

[You feel as if you have vaguely touched upon some feelings that you shouldn't have experienced.]

You begin to realize the possibility of what Mary calls "a different world."

【So--】

If what this guy said is true, then there should be a world where Morgan is completely satisfied, right?

[But... this flower magician clearly said that this was Morgan's wish come true.]

【in the end……】

What went wrong?

[Is it because I intervened to stop all this? ]

[As you begin to take this matter into account again, you inevitably feel a heavy sense of guilt.]

I don’t know how long it took.

Morgan's mood finally stabilized a little.

She quickly wiped away her tears with her hands, and then said very stubbornly:

"Knight...you didn't see anything?"

"That's not what I am..."

Before Morgan could finish his words, Ian kissed him on the lips.

This was the first time that the knight had acted in an act that could be called "usurpation" without the princess's order.

but……

Morgan didn't resist at all.

She was actually looking forward to such a sudden attack from him.

When did this desire begin?

correct……

It seemed like he had said that he would follow me forever?

Ah.

It seems that I have completely believed his lies subconsciously...

No.

This should be called a promise, right?

Ok.

After a while, the knight finally let go of the princess in his arms.

"Knight, do you know what this is doing?"

"I know," Ian replied without hesitation, "but it's something that has to be done."

"Because only in this way can I answer your question, Princess."

"I...may not be able to stay with you until the end of this life."

"but--"

As the knight said this, he walked to the garden next to him and skillfully picked the most colorful roses.

I don't know how many times he has done this.

"Before I can no longer do that, I will definitely find a way to get something for you."

"I promise you."

"..."

Morgan's lips trembled slightly as he looked at the roses presented by the knight.

It was obvious that she wanted to say something she had never tried before.

But in the end, she just nodded and said only one word.

"Ah."

What the two of them didn't notice was that in the room not far away, Mary appeared by the window again.

There was a smile on her face, but it didn't look like she was smiling.

"As long as he's alive... this world becomes quite interesting."

【This is a cry that changes destiny.】

[You don’t know how profound an impact all this will have in the future.]

664. Lilyville's threesome sleeping together? (4k)

[The wedding of Altria and Guinevere finally came to an end.]

[Even though you feel that all this is not perfect, it is over anyway.]

After attending the dinner, you returned to your room with Morgan.

[Her emotions were no longer as excited as they were at the beginning.]

【only--】

You still feel that the situation is not what you thought it would be.

silence.

Endless silence.

Ian looked at Morgan sitting on the edge of the bed and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"My Lady Princess, what are you doing..."

"Eh?"

Morgan seemed to realize that Ian had seen her haggard appearance, so she quickly composed herself and responded to the man.

"What's the matter, Knight?"

"Nothing." Ian sat down next to Morgan, held her hand, and asked softly.

"Princess...you seem to be in poor condition."

"Is there anything else you're worried about?"

"..."

There was a hint of evasion in Morgan's eyes, but she quickly shook her head, denying Ian's statement.

"Nothing."

"I... have almost said everything I need to say."

"But why do you still look unhappy?"

"..."

Morgan was silent for a moment, then pushed the man down on the bed.

"Because you don't seem to be showing any sincerity at all—do you really need me to do this before you know what you should do?"

"..."

You are not slow.

You realized that Morgan didn't want to talk about this anymore, so he pushed you onto the bed.

【But that doesn’t matter.】

【if--】

[She thinks this is the best option, and you don't mind cooperating with her.]

You both enjoy your sexual pleasures as usual—even though you just did this this morning.

This process is not simple.

Morgan didn't react at all at first, like a wooden sculpture.

【But you are not worried at all. 】

[After all, you are already familiar with every inch of her skin, so you naturally know how to make her indulge.]

So in the end, you made Morgan lie down on the bed in her pleasure.

[You know, it's time for you to leave here and go find Altria.]

"Good night, Princess."

Ian said this as he looked at Morgan who was sleeping soundly in bed.

This time, he was sure that she was really asleep - after all, she couldn't even make a sound just now.

This kind of reaction and performance cannot be achieved casually.

And Ian didn't think she would choose to pretend at this time.

So--

This is a good opportunity for me.

Go find Altria.

Just as she'd expected—and then, on that basis, a little more for Morgan.

Although... there may not be any results.

But at least try harder.

You left Morgan's room.

【It’s already late at night.】

[Even in the corridors of Camelot Castle, there were no soldiers or guards to be seen.]

In this quiet environment, you walked forward step by step, constantly approaching Altria's room.

[Walking alone like this inevitably makes you a little distracted.]

But you quickly regained your focus.

"This isn't the time to be distracted," you told yourself.

[You come to the room where Altria and Guinevere are resting together.]

【But what happened next was a little surprising to you. 】

"..."

The man's hand stopped in mid-air.

He found himself somewhat unable to knock on the door in front.

after all--

If he rang it, it would be equivalent to obeying Altria's words and coming here on her "wedding night" without telling his wife Morgan.

Although the starting point may be Morgan himself.

but……

Can this really be forgiven?

Ian didn't know the answer to this question, nor did he dare to peek into it.

But fate seemed to have no intention of letting go of this Knight of the Round Table, who had suffered so much so far.