The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

“!@#￥%……＆”

Mordred uttered some unclear words, but his meaning was clear: "If you don't eat more of this delicious food, you'll be missing out."

"She really looks like you."

Ian, sitting across the table, watched his daughter Modred eating voraciously, and a long-lost smile appeared on his weathered face.

"Hmm...the appetite is similar too."

"Eh!"

After hearing what Ian said, Altria suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Well, what you said is true - I just have a slightly better appetite."

“But it’s true.”

Ian's gaze moved away from Mordred and slowly fell on Artoria.

"I was thinking, how much will a girl like you have to eat to be satisfied in the future? It must be very difficult to raise her, right?"

"But actually……"

Ian smiled.

“It doesn’t seem as difficult as I imagined.”

"..."

Altria's cheeks suddenly turned even redder.

Because she could hear another meaning in Ian's words - from now on, it would be "raising" in the true sense.

And at this time.

There was a snap.

Mordred placed the clean plate on the table.

She lay on the chair, touching her belly, looking very satisfied.

“It’s so delicious!”

"Speaking of which—didn't Dad just say this is where he met Mom?"

Mordred looked around curiously, his tone seeming quite endearing.

“Why is it in a place like this?”

"This……"

For a moment, Artoria really didn't know how to answer her daughter Mordred's question.

She couldn't possibly say that she fell in love with him at first sight, right?

but--

Just because Altria can't answer this question doesn't mean Ian can't answer it either.

He smiled and patted Mordred's head, then replied softly:

"At that time, Dad was still an ignorant bastard, so he met Mom in a place like this."

"If it's possible—"

"I hope that the place where we first met could be a more beautiful place, a place that makes my heart surge every time I talk about it."

"..."

Altria bit her lip, and then spoke as if she had mustered up the courage.

“It’s already beautiful!”

"Not everyone has the chance to meet the person they like the first time they stay in a hotel!"

After saying this, Altria lowered her head in embarrassment.

She knew how unreserved her words were.

But she just wanted to say it!

Seeing Altria's shy look, Ian no longer concealed himself.

He reached out and gently lifted her up.

"is it?"

"Then it seems that I am really lucky—"

The man kissed her.

“It’s time to add a little more meaning to it.”

"Um……"

"Hey!"

Mordred puffed out his cheeks.

"You guys are so cheesy!"

As the naughty kid said this, his tone became more and more cheerful.

You had a wonderful time together.

You discover that you might not love Morgan as much as you thought.

【No. 】

[It should be said that I am not that inseparable from Morgan.]

If I think about it carefully, it's probably because such a strong love has withered in the midst of repeated disappointments, and in the end, all that's left is the silent abandonment.

【You had a good sleep after a long time. 】

【But when you woke up, you found that only Mordred was left by your side. 】

[Altria, it seems like I left alone again without telling you.]

【But in your heart, you feel what she wants you to do.】

In the corridor of Camelot's royal court.

Altria, dressed like a country girl, held the crown that should have been on her head and walked forward step by step.

She was so different from her usual self that the guards who wanted to greet her were a little overwhelmed.

after all--

This was the first time they had seen her like this.

But luckily, Artoria seemed to understand exactly how they felt.

"It's okay, just do what you need to do."

"Okay, okay..."

Ever since——

In this slightly awkward atmosphere, Altria came to the door of Morgan's room.

Almost as she expected, the door separating the inside and the outside was still ajar.

Without much effort, it was pushed away by Artoria.

“Ian——!”

Morgan's voice came.

Then, her sister with red eyes appeared in front of Altria.

One look at her haggard appearance told you what had happened - she had been crying all night and was probably still unable to sleep.

And the moment I saw it was my sister.

Morgan's eyes immediately returned to that unwilling look.

"What are you doing here!"

"Disappear immediately!"

"..."

Facing Morgan's anger, Altria did not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

She had expected this to happen.

In the other party's angry eyes, King Arthur, who had fought for most of his life, raised the crown in his hand.

"elder sister."

"I know you're angry, but at least accept my parting gift."

After saying this, Altria took advantage of Morgan's hesitation and put the crown on her head.

"It really looks good~"

She smiled sweetly, as if all the burdens had been lifted off her shoulders.

"elder sister."

"From now on——"

"You are the King of Camelot."

702. The Wife Lily Desires/The Beginning of the End (4k)

This was not the first time Morgan had come into contact with the crown that symbolized the supreme kingship of Camelot.

She had worn this thing once before, at the wedding of Altria and Guinevere.

To be honest, after so many years of inheritance, this crown is not as perfect as imagined.

It is no exaggeration to say that its symbolic significance has completely exceeded its actual value.

But no matter what, it is not something that can be easily explained away.

But now...

Altria actually said that she would give it to herself.

Morgan, who had been ignored for many years, certainly couldn't believe such a thing.

She is insulting herself!

Correct!

She must be insulting herself!

"Stop it!" Morgan roared at his sister Altria with red eyes.

"Altria, you are humiliating me!"

"..."

However, facing her sister's hysterics, Artoria showed no sign of anger.

On the contrary, after a night of calmness, she could now face any of Morgan's actions very calmly.

"Yes."

"I know this is painful for you - but this is how I feel from the bottom of my heart."

"Sister, during the years I was away, you have indeed accomplished everything a good king should do, including but not limited to maintaining internal stability and expanding the territory."

"These were things that required a lot of effort when I was in power."

"You...are more suitable for this throne than I am."

"..."

After taking a look at Altria, Morgan's eyes could not leave the crown in his hand for a long time.

Years of vigilance had enabled her to tell that her sister was not talking nonsense.

She was praising herself from the bottom of her heart for what she had done in Camelot over the years.