The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

The previous "confrontations" had already made her realize that her sister was not as innocent as she seemed, but at the same time, she was not as malicious as she had imagined.

Her attitude is generally gentle enough, but also tough in secret.

"I don't understand why you would do this, Altria."

Morgan looked at her in front of him, his tone still sounding very cautious and restrained.

"If you just want someone to help you run the Knights of the Round Table—"

"There's no need to look for me. Gawain or Gaheris are both capable of handling this position."

"If you come to me, it will only make things more complicated. I hope you can realize this."

Yes.

Morgan finally did not agree to Altria's request - although for her, this opportunity to control the Knights of the Round Table on her behalf was indeed full of temptation in various senses.

but……

It can't be that simple.

It cannot be accepted casually.

If this is a trap, then we will be in real trouble.

However, unlike Morgan's suspicious reaction, Altria remained calm.

She didn't seem to mind that her sister Morgan was so suspicious at the moment.

On the contrary, the King of Camelot still maintains a high degree of tolerance, just like she once was.

"It's okay. I don't need you to help me deal with this matter right now."

"You can think carefully about whether you want to help me. Even if you can't agree to it in the end, it doesn't matter."

"But... at least give yourself some time to think, okay?"

"..."

If it were before, Morgan would definitely reject his sister Altria's prayer and wish without hesitation.

Because in her opinion, this is an insult to her personality and a contempt for herself.

But after the experience of giving up the crown in the garden, the proud princess realized that her sister Altria might not hate her as much as she imagined.

So--

Surely the words nowadays don’t have such a bad meaning, right?

"I understand."

"Then... let me think about it carefully."

[The meeting between Morgan and Altria ended in a relatively friendly manner.]

They each exchanged ideas.

[When Morgan learned of all this, he immediately thought of you.]

[She ignored other things she needed to do and quickly sent someone to find you.]

You finally agreed to meet on the walls of Camelot—a place where almost no one else could hear you.

As autumn approaches, the wind becomes colder.

Occasionally, ears of wheat would drift north from distant places and finally arrive at the walls of Camelot, bringing the joy of harvest.

At this moment, Ian witnessed such a "miraculous" scene.

The wind picked up.

Ears of wheat float in the air.

The knight reached out and caught a few of them.

Then, his expression became joyful.

"Princess, the wheat is growing unexpectedly well this year. Are you directing all this with your wisdom?"

Ian thought his words would make the other party happy, but he didn't expect that Morgan not only didn't smile, but instead looked thoughtful.

After a while, she spoke again;

"Knight, do you really think I did this?"

"Ok?"

Ian noticed something beside him. He looked at her and admired her beautiful profile.

It was a face that would make a knight deeply immersed just by looking at it. It was like this before and it is like this now.

"My Lady Princess, what do you mean?"

"Hasn't it always been you who's in charge of planting the wheat ears? If it wasn't your achievement this time, whose else could it be?"

"..."

After hearing Ian's words, Morgan became even more silent.

You could tell at a glance that he was worried about something from the way he kept silent.

After a while, she spoke again:

"Knight, if I say—"

"I actually stopped making barley seeds a long time ago. What do you think of me?"

"This……"

Ian was stunned for a moment, and then responded after confirming that he had heard Morgan correctly.

"Princess, why are you doing this? You clearly want to see the people of Camelot well fed and well-fed, don't you?"

"I certainly hope so."

"But……"

Morgan looked down at his hands, and as his five fingers slowly spread out, the knight saw the ears of wheat lying quietly in the middle.

"At that time, I really wanted to prove that I was unattainable to Camelot."

"Since Artoria is going to marry Guinevere, who seems to be very wrong, I have to do something."

"..."

You understand what Morgan means.

[This was actually part of the previous plan to sabotage the wedding—by stopping the supply of seeds imbued with Morgan's magical wisdom, causing Camelot's autumn harvest to fail.]

[This way, not only can it be proven that Altria's "marriage" to Guinevere was wrong.]

[At the same time, it can also create an opportunity for a "hero to appear."]

Morgan will once again perform miracles for Britain as the "savior."

【But……】

It's all over.

[Just as Morgan didn't ruin Altria's wedding, she also didn't let Camelot's autumn harvest fail.]

[This is undoubtedly telling her one thing - she may not be as important as she thought.]

"So that's it."

Ian held Morgan tightly in his arms.

He knew that at this moment, she just needed such a warm embrace to temporarily relieve the uneasiness in her heart.

"It's fine."

“It’s a good thing there’s no harvest failure – at least this year everyone can have enough to eat and drink, and we can also make good wine.”

"Princess, you are still the same as before."

These were obviously extremely biased words, full of Ian's partiality towards Morgan.

But it must be said that the princess, who is feeling extremely vicissitudes of life at this moment, needs this kind of lie that is not really a lie.

"Ah."

Morgan nodded, then buried her head in the man's chest, taking in the heartbeat and body temperature from him without any concealment.

"That's what you said."

"..."

"..."

They stayed like this for quite a while, and Morgan probably recovered from the feeling of powerlessness.

She quickly looked at the man and spoke again.

But this time, the topic she brought up seemed a little sensitive.

"knight."

"Do you know what's been happening to Altria lately—she seems a little off?"

"..."

Ian was shocked.

Currently, he was the only one who knew that both Altria and Guinevere were pregnant.

That won’t work…

Has Morgan discovered it now?

Although he was very panicked, Ian knew that now was not the time to express it.

There wasn't much he could do, so he could only bite the bullet and continue with Morgan's words:

"My Lady Princess, what do you mean?"

"Altria...what happened to her? Did she say something disrespectful to you?"

"No."

Morgan shook her head, her tense features making her look more conflicted than before.

"She was very polite to me, as polite as if I were the king of Camelot."

"and……"

The princess raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

"She wants me to take over the Knights of the Round Table in Camelot."

"what?"

This time, even someone like Ian couldn't hide his surprise.

He finally understood why Morgan chose such a high city wall - if other people saw it, it would definitely become the focus of the whole audience.

"How is this possible... Aren't the Knights of the Round Table the king's personal knights? Why would she... let you take over?"

This wasn't Ian knocking Morgan.

But it is a solid fact - the founding of the Knights of the Round Table was an action taken by Artoria to expand her influence.

As the chief knight of the Round Table, I know best how much effort was put into it.

Now it is going to be handed over to Morgan?

It's really unimaginable.

Ian understood this, and Morgan naturally understood this too.

So she quickly followed up on the knight's words and continued:

"I couldn't believe this was happening right in front of me - it just felt so wrong, emotionally and logically."

"Do you... think this is a trap? Like letting me take over and then framing me."

"..."

Although Morgan's words conveyed a worried look of wanting to refuse.