The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"elder sister."

Altria pointed at Mordred not far away, her mouth trembling slightly.

"she--"

"It's Ian and I's child."

700. Lily and Morgan's Love Gamble (4k)

"..."

Listening to what his sister Altria said, Morgan's expression seemed to be frozen for a moment.

She looked at the woman in front of her, and spoke after a while:

"what are you saying?"

"..."

"Sister, you seem to be avoiding reality." Altria replied with a smile.

"So--"

"Consider this as a reward for your care of Camelot over the years. I'll say it again."

Artoria deliberately slowed down her speech and repeated what she had just said.

"elder sister."

"The little girl's name is Mordred—she's mine and Ian's child."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

"..."

Morgan felt his heart stop beating for a moment.

What followed immediately was the instinctive reaction—

"Artoria!"

“Are you kidding me—!”

"Ian, how could he do such a thing with you!"

Morgan's voice was so angry that even Modred, who was reading a magic book nearby, was a little overwhelmed.

She turned around with a worried look on her face, holding the slightly worn magic book.

That pitiful look seemed to be saying, "Did I do something wrong?"

however--

It was as if Altria had anticipated Morgan's reaction.

She responded to her daughter's gaze and said calmly;

"Mordred, it's okay."

"It's just something very important - it has nothing to do with you, just keep reading."

"Eh……"

Although he was somewhat skeptical about what his mother said, Mordred probably realized that this was not the time for him to interrupt.

She nodded obediently, responding to Altria with the words she most wanted to hear.

"Well, I see."

Everything seemed to have returned to calm.

But Morgan's anger had already been tapped into by Altria.

"answer me!"

She grabbed her sister's collar and looked completely out of control with her usual composure.

"How dare you say such a thing!"

"..."

"Sister." Altria gently moved Morgan's hand away from her collar, as if nothing had happened.

"It's not that I dare to say such a thing—"

"But...you yourself gave me this opportunity, didn't you?"

"..."

Morgan's eyes lost some of their luster.

She felt that her sister seemed to want to tell some long-forgotten facts.

You have no idea how intense the rivalry between Altria and Morgan is right now.

"But you know, if this continues, a storm will definitely blow up today and sweep across all of Camelot."

[And no matter what the final outcome is, Altria and Mordred will definitely be hurt by Morgan's anger.]

Unacceptable.

Totally unacceptable.

[I accompanied Altria in doing so many things, just to make up for the suffering she had endured because of me.]

[Now it will vanish into nothingness overnight? ]

[Absolutely not! ]

Your resolve grows stronger.

[But you still keep your head clear - after all, there is still a possibility that they are not so confrontational, however low it is.]

【But the reality is not as "friendly" as you think. 】

【At least not at this moment. 】

You questioned every Camelot soldier you met along the way.

You discover that the facts are exactly as you thought.

King Arthur, once admired by everyone but now suspected of being unsuitable for this country, actually carried Mordred directly to Morgan's room.

[Altria is truly determined to confront Morgan.]

【And at this time, you met Meili. 】

"What a coincidence—we met again not long after we separated."

"..."

"Step aside."

Ian looked at Mary who was "blocking" him in front of him, and there was no hesitation in his tone.

"I have something very important to do - if you dare to stop me, don't blame me for being rude."

"..."

"It's Altria and Mordred, right?" Meli said, as if she already knew the answer.

"You knew that and still stopped me?"

Ian glared at Mary fiercely, as if he would draw the sword at his waist at any time to kill this flower magician.

"I'm not stopping you."

Mary shook her head.

"I just came to ask you one last time."

"Ask me?"

Ian suppressed his anger a little - he knew that although Mary was a woman of very bad character, she would definitely have her own persistence at a time like this.

"Just ask whatever you want to ask."

"Oh...it's actually a very simple question."

Mary looked across the corridor.

Although it is daytime now, the passage still seems a little dark before the sun reaches the highest point in the sky.

"Since you are here for Altria and Mordred—"

"So, you now think she's more important than Morgan, right?"

"..."

"What? Can't you answer my question?"

Mary leaned forward a little.

"At this point, you still hesitate?"

"Yes."

"She is indeed more important than Morgan." Ian suddenly said, "Okay? Is this the answer you want to hear?"

"Merry, get out of the way!"

Without waiting for the Flower Magician to respond, Ian pushed her away and began to walk deeper into the corridor.

Mary watched him leave without showing any unhappiness.

She just covered the place where she was pushed by the man and muttered softly.

"Oops——"

“It’s really not easy…”

"Out of all the experiences I've had, it seems like this is the only time Altria won."

You have no idea what Mary said after you left.

[Because you know that you absolutely cannot focus any attention on such a terrible woman.]

You become increasingly anxious.

[But you soon discovered that something seemed a little off—the corridor was under a spell?]

"..."

"What do you mean I gave you a chance?"

"I've just never been given that possibility—not just my father, but this country!"

Morgan has completely shed his usual gentle and refined image.

"Altria, don't go too far!"

"You've gained so much, and you still want to come back and condemn me?"

In the face of Morgan's hysterical roar, Altria's response was without a trace of fear.

She just looked at her sister with a rather pitiful look, her eyes full of sighs and sympathy.

"Yes."

"I know--"

"I have always known that you, sister, were eyeing Camelot, and I also know how our father treated you."

"but……"

A few tears fell from Altria's eyes, leaving two wet marks on her fair and rosy cheeks.

"Ian is innocent..."

"Why...why do you want to vent the injustices you've suffered on him?"

"What did he do wrong?"

"Has he ever wronged you in any way from the beginning to the end?"

"..."