The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[The last time I used this was when Mellie was "seducing" you in the tavern.]

But you soon realize that something is not right.

[The destination... doesn't seem to make sense.]

This is between the round tables.

That is what is called the throne.

At this moment, Altria, dressed in the attire of a king, was holding Mordred's hand and carefully introducing her to the throne that symbolized the pinnacle of Camelot's power.

But Mordred didn't look that cold.

She just stood there, looking at the throne in front of her that could only accommodate one person, and seemed a little distracted.

"Lily."

Ian went back to the private name.

When the girl heard the voice she had been longing for, she turned around.

The moment she saw it was Ian, she was stunned at first, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

"Well, why are you here?"

The knight did not answer Altria immediately, but spoke to Meli beside him in an almost pleading tone.

"Merry, please..."

Before the man could finish his words, Mary answered as if she had read the script long ago.

"You want me to take care of the kids, right?"

"No problem—I happen to be quite fond of that little fellow."

"But if that's the case..."

Mary looked at him beside her.

"You owe me a favor, right?"

"of course."

"Okay, I'll let you do that."

Meli walked straight towards where Altria was, and when she came to her side, she whispered a few words.

The girl who was showing off her royal majesty not long ago suddenly turned back into her cute rabbit-like self.

Soon, Mordred was taken aside by Merry, holding her hand. It looked like a temporary extra lesson on magic.

Now that she was free, Altria walked straight towards where Ian was.

"Well, Mary said you wanted to talk to me about something—what was it?"

"..."

[Looking at Altria's expectant eyes, you knew she must have misunderstood this meeting.]

【but--】

[This is not her fault.]

[After all, when you first separated, you never thought you would reunite in this place.]

【Now that they see each other, it is normal to mistakenly think that they mean something else.】

【But you know now is not the time to hesitate any longer. 】

You told Altria almost exactly what Morgan thought of Mordred.

"..."

very quiet.

Altria's expression was as if she had expected Morgan to do something like this.

This seemed to perfectly match the behavior Mellie had predicted.

In the man's eyes full of heartache, she, who almost dedicated her life to Camelot, suddenly smiled.

Then, under the knight's gaze.

Altria shook her head.

"Actually—"

"I've had this idea for a long time, and now seems like the right time."

"Altria, you are..."

"Don't worry about me."

Altria smiled slightly.

"Since my sister thinks that Mordred must be killed for the sake of the throne—"

The king took off his magnificent crown.

"I'll just leave it completely to her."

"In this case... I suppose Mordred will no longer be considered a threat?"

"what?"

698. Meili's Experience of the Sky/Altria Thought of Everything (4k)

Wearing a crown may require long-term preparation, but taking it off only takes a moment.

As Artoria took the extremely heavy thing on her head back into her hands, her long golden hair, which had been neatly combed, fell apart.

Ian then discovered.

Altria actually prefers this unrestrained country girl look.

only--

"Lily, this won't work."

"This country needs you, and this land needs you too."

"How can you..."

"Do they really still need me?"

Altria suddenly asked back at this moment.

"Hasn't it been my sister that the people of Camelot have supported all along this journey?"

"Is it appropriate for me to leave at this time?"

"..."

Ian was silent.

Because he heard everything in the tavern, he was unable to refute anything that Altria said at this moment.

Yes.

After all these years of changes, the people of Camelot have long realized that the title of King Arthur is not so out of reach.

Its successor, or rather its strong competitor, Morgan, can actually do just as well.

So……

The king of this land must of course choose someone who is more powerful and knows how to govern the country better.

Morgan is obviously the best choice in this situation.

"You're really gentle, huh."

Altria took the knight's hand. Only in front of him would she be as cute and well-behaved as a little rabbit.

"You've known about this for a long time, but you still haven't had the heart to tell me."

"I...wasn't wrong about you."

"..."

Feeling the warmth from Altria's hand, Ian felt a wave of pain in his heart, as if he was being corroded by frost.

"Lily, I'm not as good as you think."

"I know."

"But I don't mind."

Altria blinked her beautiful green eyes, and only Ian's figure was reflected in them.

"There's still so much time—you can definitely become what I imagine you to be."

"I'll accompany you..."

At this point, Artoria felt a little embarrassed.

Even after being together for so long, she still seemed as shy and cute in front of him as she was before.

"What I mean is, I can slowly get along with you until you feel that you are good enough."

"Ten years, twenty years, or thirty years."

"I can wait."

"No." Artoria smiled slightly, "It's okay even if you don't become the person I approve of."

"You are you—the one I love most."

"But if possible... I still hope you can change a little for me. That would really make me very happy."

"..."

Ian's pupils were trembling.

He is not a stone, so naturally there are things in him that can touch him deeply.

Especially Altria's straightforward and unconcealed words, which struck the man's heart again and again.

Breathing...is about to stop.

The knight covered his chest to prevent his heart from getting out of his control.

"I'm sorry, Altria—I was wrong... Why did I hesitate for a whole day to tell you this?"

"But at least you chose to tell me, didn't you?"

"I..." Altria stood on tiptoe and gently stroked the man's head.

This was obviously a difficult thing for her.

But despite looking exhausted, she still kept working hard.

"It can be solved."

"If you're willing—"

"..."

Having said this, Ian no longer had any intention of continuing to refuse.

He nodded, indicating that he accepted and understood Altria's choice.

"but--"

"How do we make this matter..."

"You want to talk about how to communicate with your sister, right?"

It was as if Altria had completely understood Ian's thoughts and directly stated his thoughts.

"That's okay, let me take care of this."

"I can do it, um, just trust me."

"..."

【You didn't refuse any of Altria's requests again.】