The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

ridiculous.

It's really ridiculous.

Morgan laughed like a madman.

"Altria, are you feeling sorry for me?—for not being recognized for all these years?"

"I am really a poor creature, am I not?"

"..."

Facing Morgan's question, Artoria was silent for a long time, and then slowly said:

"elder sister."

"I think you might have made a mistake. Hasn't there been someone who has been silently recognizing you all these years?"

"Isn't everything he did just to make you feel this way?"

"Why haven't you realized this until now?"

"you……"

Morgan was about to refute Altria's words, but he felt that he suddenly understood.

It's Ian.

He had admitted countless times that he was more suitable for this country than Artoria.

but……

I have never listened to it once...

"elder sister."

Altria's voice sounded again at a rather inopportune time, floating into Morgan's ears.

"Sometimes, I really envy you for getting Ian's love so easily."

"And I have to work so hard to get his attention."

"How long have I felt this way—" Altria laughed bitterly, "It seems like it's been almost twenty years, hasn't it?"

"Many times, I have thought, if only I could switch places with you."

"You love this country so much, and you are indeed capable of governing it, so you are indeed more suitable to be the King of Camelot than me."

"Well... now I have finally gotten what I wanted."

Altria stood up and placed the crown on Morgan's head, as if it had always belonged to her alone.

"So beautiful - I don't hold any hostility towards you, it really looks beautiful on you, sister."

"Then... I wish you all the best in your future life."

After saying this, Altria turned around and left without getting a response from Morgan.

She left so decisively that she seemed to have no attachment to the throne at all.

Although Morgan realized that this seemed to be his last chance to win Ian back, he found that he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

Unable to speak.

I can't say anything.

I should have said something, but I couldn't say anything.

After all, wasn't the purpose of asking Ian to help him in the first place to get the throne of Camelot?

Now everything is as I wish.

I should be happy, right?

But, it's so sad.

It's the kind of sadness that makes you unable to say a word even if you try your best.

There was a pop.

Morgan fell backwards and landed on the bed.

There were no tears in her eyes anymore, only an extremely empty look, as if saying that all this was meaningless.

【Altria left Morgan and your room safely.】

Her expression became increasingly relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Everyone heard her singing along the way—a sound she had never made before.

[But even so, no one wanted to disturb Altria.]

[Because anyone can see that this is the life she has longed for.]

【Now, everything has become a reality. 】

[Soon, in this relaxed and happy atmosphere, she returned to your side.]

It is worth mentioning that after Altria said yesterday that "the hotel is a very important place", Ian booked a room here that was big enough for three people without saying a word.

of course.

This process naturally could not avoid being discussed by others - after all, at this moment, he was still Morgan's husband, not Altria's husband.

but……

Ian showed no desire to pay any attention to the external interference.

He just moved in here with Altria and Mordred, looking like the father of a family of three.

"What does what we do have to do with them?"

This was the answer Altria received from him.

Also.

What does it have to do with them?

I have already arranged everything.

Even if I leave Camelot right now, this land will continue to sing endlessly like a poem with a melody that has been composed, until eternity.

Thinking of this, Artoria felt a lot more relieved.

She returned to the hotel room under the gaze of others.

only--

As soon as she opened the door, Altria saw a rather strange scene.

Mordred was standing there with a pout, looking quite dissatisfied.

Not far away was a table full of sumptuous dishes.

A little further away was Ian, who was still doing something.

The whole picture looks like a father who just scolded his daughter and then turned around to do other things.

This naturally made Artoria feel confused and puzzled.

She quickly spoke:

"Xiao Mo."

"What's the matter—did you make Dad mad?"

Upon hearing the voice of his mother Altria, the sulking child suddenly became as bright as a sunflower in the sun.

She ran to her mother happily, took her hand, and began to "complain".

"mom!"

"Dad bullies me!"

"what?"

Artoria knew this was impossible.

Because she knew how much he loved his daughter - he had even arranged her future life path in advance.

There is only one possibility for such a father to be angry.

That is...

Mordred had done something wrong.

However, even with such an inference, Artoria did not immediately blame her daughter.

She bent down, picked up Mordred, and asked gently.

"so--"

"How did Dad bully you?"

"He won't let me eat!" Mordred responded righteously, as if she had already occupied the highest point of "morality".

And this does sound a bit weird.

Just eating?

Why not?

Altria's confusion didn't last long.

Because after hearing the conversation between the mother and daughter, Ian quickly turned around and said unhappily.

"Mordred!"

"Didn't I tell you why you can't eat it?!"

"Eh--!"

Mordred huddled closer to Artoria's arms, and only responded after she felt safe enough.

"But why is that?"

"Why can't we eat until mom comes back?"

"Eh?"

Hearing that she was suddenly caught in a "battle", Artoria became more and more confused.

She looked at her husband Ian and asked in confusion.

"Yes."

"Why do you have to wait for me? Just eat whatever you want. This makes me seem unreasonable."

"That's right!" Mordred echoed, as if he had completely gained the upper hand.

But facing the temporary "unity of opinion" between the mother and daughter, Ian did not panic at all, and he quickly explained.

"because--"

"This is a celebration for you, Lily."

"How can we celebrate a victory without the main character being here? Isn't that right?"

"Eh?"

Lily blushed slightly and nodded.

"That's right..."

[You actually completely understand why Altria left without saying goodbye this morning.]

[Or should I say——]

This is an inevitable possibility.

Now that we've completely "showed our hand" with Morgan, the next thing to do is to leave Camelot before he takes further action.

[This way, unnecessary conflicts can be avoided—similar to the internal strife among the Knights of the Round Table, or the conflict between the old king's faction and the new king's faction.]

[That's something you don't want to see, and it's also something Altria is trying to avoid.]

[After all, this was still the land her father, King Uther, had left her. Deeply in love with this country, she certainly didn't want to see any war that could have been avoided.]

[And also because of this sense of responsibility, you know that Altria would never just go on a trip without any preparation.]