The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

At night, in King Liao Dekuan’s palace.

With permission, Ian and his family were able to stay here temporarily.

now--

Ian, Altria, and Guinevere slept in the same bed.

The men were in the middle, and the women were on either side.

This is a happy moment for the three of them.

and so--

Altria also took the man's hand very naturally, and then leaned towards her.

Seeing this, Guinevere very sensibly stuck her head out towards the other side where someone was needed to serve.

To be honest, this feeling is quite amazing.

At least that's how it was for Guinevere.

Because she can feel the changes in a man's mindset during this process.

From being calm and motionless at the beginning to reacting a little later, my heart was filled with excitement.

After a while, it will turn into a storm with huge waves and raging winds.

Finally, you will return with a full load, and then the cycle will repeat until everything is quiet.

Every time at this time, Guinevere would sigh at how well Altria knew Ian.

Just these few simple actions can make your loved one fall into this frenzy.

so good……

Guinevere sighed.

But she is not jealous of Altria for this.

I really like Ian as a man, but at the same time I don't want to destroy their hard-earned happiness.

It is actually very satisfying to quietly record every loving moment like this.

Gulu gulu——

Guinevere raised her head as usual and looked at her good friend Altria.

"Lily."

"It's your turn."

however--

Altria just shook her head.

"No, Wei'er, this time it belongs to you."

"Hey, this..."

Guinevere's throat moved slightly as she was really feeling it.

As a personal witness, she knew how arrogant the wolf was tonight.

"Is it really possible?"

"Yeah, sure—I have something else I want to tell you."

"Then I'm welcome!"

Although she doesn't have children, Guinevere also has such needs.

It turned out that Nightingale's intuition tonight was correct.

The Cavaliers' sprints have become much better in these few days of training.

During this ambiguous moment, Guinevere also heard what her good friend Altria wanted to say to her.

"Vell, we're going back to Camelot—will you come with us?"

If it were in the past, Guinevere would probably agree without hesitation.

But this time, she did shake her head—even though she was still sitting on Ian.

"Feel sorry."

"I don't think I can go back with you this time."

"..."

"Can I ask why?" Altria leaned closer to her friend.

"of course can."

Guinevere hugged the man's neck and breathed softly.

"I haven't noticed before—Father doesn't look very well."

"I think... I have to help him manage this country for the time being."

"But don't worry!"

Guinevere added quickly, as if she was afraid that Ian and Altria would be angry.

"I'm only here temporarily!"

"In the future...if I have the chance, I will definitely come to find you!"

"Don't forget me... okay?"

Guinevere's question was cautious and fearful, sounding as if she was worried that the two would abandon her.

But how could Altria be like this?

She hugged her best friend directly from behind, allowing her to lean on her husband, and the three of them formed a shape that looked like they were sleeping together.

“Not later.”

"Can't we still keep the correspondence?"

"Eh?"

Guinevere was stunned at first, but then she understood.

"Well, I will definitely keep writing letters!"

"It looks like tonight is a good day then."

Ian hugged the two people in front of him.

"Lily, Wei'er."

"Isn't it time you all sang a song for me?"

[You let them experience the happiness of being a wife one after another tonight.]

[In the following days, you repeated this process as if you wanted to leave the best memory for Guinevere.]

You gradually discover that she is also suitable to be a wife.

【Finally, the day of departure has arrived.】

You embark on your journey back to Camelot.

【But what you didn’t expect is——】

[On the way, you met Meili again! ]

689. Mordred: Aunt Merry! (4k)

"What a coincidence."

Meli looked at Altria and Ian in front of her and said with a smile, as if she was an old friend who had known each other for many years.

"I'm so happy to meet you here."

"..."

Although he had obtained a lot of extremely useful information from Mary, Ian was always wary of this person.

The reason is simple -

Can a person who keeps saying "I'm here to have fun" be considered a normal person?

"You're waiting for us here on purpose, aren't you?"

Ian looked at Mary in front of him and responded without hesitation.

"no."

The Flower Magician shook his head, looking completely unwilling to admit it.

"I was literally just passing by here—and I ran into you guys."

"If I have the time to look for you everywhere, why don't I just wait for you to come back in Camelot?"

"..."

With just one simple sentence, Mary revealed that she knew exactly what Ian and his family were trying to do.

But the man didn't know whether she did it on purpose or she really didn't realize the fallacy in her words.

This made him even more nervous - after all, he had no idea whether Mary in front of him would do something unscrupulous for fun.

however……

In sharp contrast to Ian's reaction, Mary's attitude seemed very indifferent, as if all this was really just an encounter that could not be more accidental.

Her eyes slowly moved away from the man and then moved to Artoria and Mordred in her arms.

"Is this your child?"

"..."

"..."

Ian did not respond to Mary's words, but Altria nodded very frankly.

"Yes."

"This is our boy Mordred."

"Xiao Mo." Altria said softly to her daughter in her arms, "Call me sister."

Even though his mother spoke like this, Mordred did not directly speak according to her request.

The small girl just stared at Mary and took a long time to express her inner depression.

"mom!"

"She should be called Auntie, right?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The air suddenly became quiet, and Ian could even feel the sound of the veins on Mary's forehead bulging.

This little thing is really brave...

only--

Faced with Mordred's "provocation", Meli was not angry.

Or should I say...

At least on the surface, it looks lifeless.

She walked up to Altria, gently touched Mordred's head, and then spoke in a half-smiley tone.

"So cute."

"Then can Aunt Merry go back to Camelot with you? Because Aunt Merry is lost."

"Well……"