The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[Without waiting for you to answer her, Mary left first.]

She left without hesitation, so much so that you felt she knew you wouldn't give her an answer at that moment.

【And this is indeed the case.】

After Mary left, you thought about the situation.

[Faced with the fact that Mordred will definitely be targeted by Morgan, you realize that there really isn't much you can do.]

[But you are very concerned about what Meli mentioned——Altria has already thought of everything.]

What will she do?

[You have no idea what other paths this girl who loves you so much could choose.]

[With such confusion, you left this controversial bar.]

You come to the road outside.

Just like grain, the wine harvest is also good this year.

Logically speaking, the wine produced in such a wonderful year should also be intoxicating.

but--

Walking on the streets of Camelot, Ian did not feel drunk at all, as if what he had just drunk was just ordinary water.

On the roads of his hometown, the knight felt like wandering for the first time.

He had no idea why he was like this.

Obviously...

This is Camelot.

Just as the man was lamenting the changes in his heart, a similar voice of regret was heard from not far away.

"Ah... these sad streets."

"..."

[The one who made this sound was none other than Tristan.]

[This is one of the few Knights of the Round Table in Camelot who is not famous for his swordsmanship or martial arts, but for his music and singing.]

Because his singing often contains a certain degree of sadness and grief, he is often called the "Sentimental Knight."

【now--】

He was sitting under a big tree on the street, holding the best organ of the era.

Although he had his eyes tightly closed, his expression was still filled with sorrow.

[You didn't interact with him that much - but at least at this moment, you felt a sense of sympathy in him.]

【So……】

【Let's go take a look, maybe we'll find something. 】

[With this in mind, you begin walking towards the tree where Tristan is.]

It has to be said that with the abundance of resources, the land of Camelot seems to have become vibrant again.

At least before he left, Ian had never seen such a well-grown tree.

"Tristan." The man took the initiative to greet him.

When Tristan heard someone calling his name, he slowly opened his eyes and saw Ian at a glance.

He looked Ian up and down, then nodded as if waking from a dream.

"It is you."

"Ian Pendragon, Chief Knight of the Round Table."

"..."

Ian had heard that Tristan was different from ordinary people, and today he finally saw it for himself.

Even when he spoke normally like this, his tone revealed a flavor that was quite consistent with his temperament.

"You look very sad." Ian said bluntly.

"Ah, sad words."

"but--"

"I have to admit that you are right." Tristan said this while looking at the road in front of him.

"Ian, can you hear me?"

"That voice came from Camelot."

"..."

Although he didn't think he could hear anything, since Tristan had spoken, Ian knew he had to give him some respect.

after all--

After all, the other party is his colleague in the Knights of the Round Table. If he ignores him directly, it would be a bit disrespectful.

however……

What Ian didn't expect was.

The moment I closed my eyes, I did hear some sounds that I had never heard before.

Is that crying?

[Or perhaps there is something even more sad than this.]

You discover that the ground beneath your feet is indeed making some unusual sounds, just as Tristan said.

Is this an illusion?

"Tristan, I heard you."

"Is Camelot...crying?"

The man's words made Tristan stunned at first, and then he held Ian's hand tightly as if he had found a confidant.

"Can you hear me?!"

"Can you really hear me?!"

"..."

Tristan's sudden and overly enthusiastic action made Ian feel a little at a loss.

After all, this is a completely different existence from his previous appearance.

"I just heard some seemingly plausible noises." Ian said as he pulled his hand back.

"Tristan, don't misunderstand me."

"This isn't a question of misunderstanding, Ian."

"I just haven't heard such an answer in a long time." A trace of sadness flashed in Tristan's eyes.

"After all, everyone is immersed in the joy of the harvest, and I am the only one who feels the suffering of this land..."

"Ah...what a sad difference."

"..."

Ian looked at Tristan, who was in some kind of pain, and realized that he was not joking by pretending to be sad.

"Did you notice anything?"

"Perception?" Tristan shook his head. "I'm just a knight—I don't understand the profound science of reconnaissance."

"But I can feel... that this land is crumbling."

"..."

Ian knew that these were not words that could be spoken casually.

After all, no matter which sentence is heard by someone with ulterior motives, it is probably enough to kill Tristan without a burial place.

Especially Morgan.

If someone dared to speak like that in front of her...

Ian was a little afraid to imagine what would happen next.

He shook his head and temporarily threw this terrible idea out of his mind.

"You seem a little pessimistic, Tristan."

"maybe--"

Tristan played his harp.

"But I always feel that that day will come sooner or later."

"Maybe before that, I should do something I want to do."

"Ah, that's a sad thought."

"..."

"Do what you want to do?"

Ian looked at Tristan who had begun to gently pluck the strings of the piano in front of him, and suddenly felt his heart touched.

He looked at his hands, as if he had thought of something.

[You left Tristan's side amidst his melodious piano music.]

You already have your answer.

“If the end of everything is destined to be destruction, then why not do what you think is right?”

【With this thought in mind, you found Mary the next day.】

【This is the deadline Morgan gave you.】

It's amazing.

Almost at the moment when Ian had the idea of meeting Mary, she appeared in front of the knight like a falling petal.

But the man soon figured out the nature of this trick.

"I said--"

"You haven't always been by my side, have you?"

"Hey."

Mary covered her lips in feigned surprise.

"Did you see through all this? I thought I was disguising myself well."

“…I really think so.”

Ian felt helpless.

This kind of thing is indeed outrageous, but judging by Mary's expression, it seems to be the case.

"Forget it. I don't care about you."

"Take me to see Altria."

"Have you made up your mind so quickly?" Meli asked knowingly, "Or is it time for you to meet Altria?"

"Don't ask too many questions about this kind of thing."

Ian took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down.

"Take me to her."

"……Row."

[With Mary's help, you easily bypassed the guards who would reveal your whereabouts at a glance.]

[You know this is all because of Mary's ability called "illusion."]

[That is a means to change other people's perceptions.]