The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Shouldn't... mention Morgan?"

"Pfft." Artoria laughed, "I think we should not do this—"

The girl took hold of Ian and Guinevere's hands.

"Listing sister as a word that should not be mentioned is really weird."

"Just mention it when you need to. There's no need to be shy about it."

"Eh……"

Guinevere looked at Altril who said these words, her eyes full of emotion.

"Lily, you are such an angel..."

"I think so too." Ian held Altria's hand and stroked it. "Because she is an angel, I want to take her out for a while."

"correct--"

"Since it's a honeymoon trip, is there any place you want to go?"

"I didn't," Guinevere replied quickly, "I had no intention of coming out."

"What about Lily?"

The man looked at Artoria and saw her hesitant expression - a sign of concern.

"You can tell me where you want to go. We...are not outsiders, right?"

"That's right, the three of us...are a family!"

"family?"

Altria smiled slightly.

"Right."

"In that case—well, can we go back to that holy lake?"

"Of course you can, but why would you go there?"

"Oh, nothing."

Altria looked at the box placed not far away.

"I just wanted to return the sword."

675. Return of the Holy Sword/Reunion with the Lady of the Lake (4k)

After Altria said this, Ian immediately knew what was in the box.

That is the sword called Excalibur.

This was the weapon offered by the Lake Spirit as a replacement after the Golden Sword of Victory (Caliburn) was shattered in a duel.

Now... Artoria actually wants to return it.

Of course, Ian couldn't help but be curious about why she did this.

"Lily..."

"What are you..."

"Don't think too much." Lily's hand gently stroked Ian's hand. Only at this moment could she hold his hand so freely.

"This is what I agreed with them—when I feel that Excalibur is no longer of any use to me, it's time to return it."

"..."

It felt like this was a choice Altria made from the bottom of her heart, so Ian didn't say anything more.

This was their honeymoon trip - she had no right to object.

It is a matter of course for them to go wherever they want.

"Ok."

"Then Wei'er..." Ian looked at the nightingale familiar beside Altria and asked gently.

"You, I think you'd be willing to accompany Lily and return Excalibur, right?"

"Isn't that natural?"

Guinevere patted her chest. She no longer had the restraint she had when facing Ian and Altria.

Instead, she looked more unrestrained—perhaps this was her true self.

"Wherever you go, I'll go!"

"I--"

"It's your protector!"

【Guinevere's words naturally moved you deeply.】

You can't help but sigh—even at the beginning, she was still thinking about how she could kill King Arthur, Altria.

【Now, she has become the best protector of your relationship with her. 】

[However, you soon realized that this was not a surprise - because Altria was indeed worthy of Guinevere's protection.]

[Or rather, you hope someone can protect her like this.]

[This girl's life, from the moment she was born, has been kidnapped by the fate of Camelot.]

[She is the greatest hostage in this land, yet no one can free her from this bondage.]

Love her a little more——

You secretly made this decision in your heart.

On the road.

This was already far outside the city of Camelot.

It is the time of autumn harvest, and there is a rich smell in the air. Blooming ears of wheat can be seen everywhere, and some fruits are about to mature.

It is a picture that is filled with the joy of harvest at a glance.

Guinevere is no exception.

Looking at the picturesque autumn scenery, there was an indescribable excitement in her blue-white eyes.

"What a beautiful picture... Is this what a good harvest looks like?"

"..."

Guinevere's words made Ian's heart skip a beat.

After a while, he asked, "Wei'er, haven't you seen such a scene for a long time?"

"Yes."

Guinevere nodded.

"Over here... it's been a long time since we've seen such a bountiful harvest like yours."

"Have you found the reason?" Ian asked.

Facing the knight's question, Guinevere shook her head.

"no one knows."

"To be honest, we initially thought it was the White Dragon's curse—and it seems to be true. After he died, things became a little more normal."

"Then shouldn't you thank Lily?"

"Eh... this..." Guinevere muttered softly, "I didn't know this before - if I had known, I definitely wouldn't have done it!"

"Yeah, I understand."

Altria held Guinevere's hand.

"From now on... let's just be good friends."

"Yes, I will!"

The atmosphere in the carriage became warm as Guinevere and Altria talked.

[As a temporary groom, you also felt a long-lost sense of comfort.]

That was something I rarely experienced with Morgan—because she always had you either on the way to something or in the middle of something.

You feel yourself relax.

[Unconsciously, you have arrived at your destination.]

[That is the existence called the Holy Lake - it looks ordinary, but only when Artoria is around will it reveal its true path.]

Tap tap.

The carriage slowly stopped on a meadow.

This is the entrance to the holy lake, covered with lush green grass. You can feel the vitality of this place at a glance.

As a familiar, Guinevere was naturally affected by this environment - her body was originally an extremely deep magical substance, and in this situation, she also had a corresponding reaction.

"This place... makes me a little excited."

Guinevere was the first to get off the carriage, and then without anyone's guidance, she walked towards the depths of the forest, where the holy lake was.

And Artoria quickly got out of the car and quickly caught up with her rare strong friend.

After parking the carriage, the man quickly entered the forest - he always felt that there was something wrong with Guinevere's condition.

but……

Such concerns soon proved to be unnecessary.

After arriving in the forest, Guinevere's movements became much slower.

It’s not that she was affected, but she was simply attracted by the scene before her.

"There's a lot of floating magic—is this the place you're talking about?"

"..."

Following Guinevere's gaze, Ian quickly confirmed that she was looking at the elves floating in the air.

It seems that these elves who gave Artoria the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) have something in common with Guinevere in some sense?

"Yes."

The man walked forward, came to Guinevere's side, and held her hand.

"But there's no need to get too excited—you might end up scaring the elves."

"Eh……"

Guinevere looked at her and Ian's hands, and her cheeks turned red.

"I'm sorry, I lost control of myself for a moment."

"Not that I'd apologize."

Altria took Ian's other hand.

She had already taken the sword Excalibur out of its box and fastened it around her waist.

"It's really unexpected for me that you like this place so much."

"is it?"

"That means Lily and I still have a lot in common!"

Guinevere said this, and then laughed happily.

Or maybe it was exactly as she said.

Now Nightingale only has one way left, which is to live for Artoria.

This is her whole life.

[You walk deeper into the forest.]

You have arrived at that holy lake.