The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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You realize that Gawain inherited your fine bloodline.

Like you, he has an extremely sharp insight into the situation.

【But this turned out to be an extremely difficult matter. 】

He had noticed something was wrong with his mother a long time ago, but he had never brought it up.

【If you think about it from this perspective...】

You even feel like he might know something even more wrong.

"When did you realize it?" Ian gripped the sword at his waist.

Although he couldn't possibly take action against his son Gawain, at the same time he couldn't just let him know too much about himself and Morgan.

after all……

He is also quite loyal to Artoria.

On this basis, no matter what strange behavior is done, it is probably not excessive.

"Will it also be when I come back?"

"No." Gawain shook his head.

"Honestly, at that time, I was just skeptical. After all, in my heart, you are so outstanding, and you are the role model of knight I have always wanted to be."

"so……"

Gawain sighed, looking as if he was recalling something extremely painful.

"I only discovered it then—and it makes me feel a little regretful. As a Knight of the Round Table, why couldn't I realize this sooner?"

"..."

Gawain's abnormality made Ian even more nervous.

His intuition as a knight told him that his son seemed to be in an extremely delicate emotional state.

"You don't need to think so."

"After all... not everyone can think of such a thing."

"So why didn't father and mother tell me earlier?" Gawain looked at Ian in front of him, his eyes full of confusion.

"Do you think I'll become a snitch?"

"That's not the case, Gawain."

Ian's answer was a little hesitant.

"You should know that this kind of thing...isn't something you can just casually tell others."

"But mother is obviously already that crazy, right?"

"crazy?"

"Yes." Gawain nodded. "I can sense that she has a special obsession with the entire Knights of the Round Table."

"Father, how long have you been planning this?"

"..."

Ian was silent.

After all, the question Gawain asked was indeed quite sharp.

How long?

ten years?

Twenty years?

I don't remember much anymore.

Ever since coming into contact with Morgan, my life has been shaped by her into what it is today.

If you really want to get to the bottom of it, there is no accurate answer.

"A long time ago—probably before you were born, I've had this idea."

"Gawain."

The knight looked at his son in front of him, then reached out and gently stroked his cheek.

"Give me some more time."

"I will definitely take care of these problems."

"..."

This time, it was Gawain's turn to be silent.

After a long while, he spoke again:

"No matter how hard I try, I'm still no match for my father."

"I'm sorry... If I had tried harder and drawn that sword, everything wouldn't have turned out like this, right?"

"Goodbye, father. I have things to do."

Gawain removed Ian's hand from his cheek, as if taking away some kind of support.

His back as he left seemed a little lonely and desolate for a moment.

[Your meeting with Gao Wen also ended on bad terms.]

You realize that this knight's son, who used to be hardworking and serious, actually has his own nightmares.

[That was Morgan's wish to draw his sword.]

[To this day, he still seems to think that it was a great sin for him not to draw his sword.]

You completely understand his feelings—after all, you've also experienced the same bittersweet moments of not being able to fulfill Morgan's wishes.

[However, the situation doesn't seem to allow you to think too much about this kind of thing.]

Because Morgan needs an audience.

An audience big enough to hear her recent achievements.

In the princess's room.

Morgan, contrary to his usual style, danced with the sword there.

This was an attitude she had never shown before - at least not before taking over the Knights of the Round Table.

"Knight, my sword dance should be no different from before, right?"

"...Yeah." Ian nodded.

"Princess, in my eyes there is really no difference between them."

"That's good—" Morgan put away the sword that the knight had kept so well. "I feel very good now. Maybe I'll be able to recruit the Knights to our side soon."

"Yes, I think so."

"..."

Morgan put the blade aside and pushed the man down on the bed.

"Knight, what's wrong with you?"

"Why do you look so worried?"

"No." Ian looked at Princess Morgan, who was in a superior position because she wanted to prove her sovereignty.

"I'm just wondering, Princess, why is Camelot so important to you?"

"Even if it costs so much... do you still hope to get it?"

"Didn't you already know this would happen?"

Morgan placed his hands beside Ian's ears, seemingly enveloping him in his desire.

"Knight, do you have any doubts about this statement now?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I understand the meaning of this sentence more than ever before."

"Princess, please allow me to explain all this to you through my actions."

You and Morgan had a wild night.

Gawain's nightmare and Morgan's attitude towards Camelot will make your doubts disappear.

【yes. 】

[Since she only has eyes for Camelot, I should stop thinking too much about it.]

It's a bit ridiculous to arbitrarily add your own imaginary expectations to others, and then curse them the moment they collide with reality.

【Everything happened just as Mary had "predicted."】

[You have made up your mind.]

Late at night. In Altria's room.

Guinevere and Altria looked at the man in front of them with some surprise.

This was the first time the man had come to her house on his own initiative since their last separation.

"How did you come?"

Guinevere said in surprise.

"Weier, what you said—"

The man looked at the Nightingale familiar in front of him with some helplessness.

After this period of settling down, she has gradually begun to show some signs of pregnancy - of course, with the two of them deliberately concealing it, it is still quite difficult to detect.

"Can't I just take the initiative to find you?"

"Of course not."

Guinevere muttered softly.

"But it was Lily who came to you before—this is the first time you've come to her."

"..."

Guinevere's simple words left Ian stunned.

He realized that he seemed to take everything that Altria had done for him too much for granted.

but.

It's not too late yet.

"I see. Then I really can't blame you."

"so……"

Altria took Ian's hand.