The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[She will only leave with you safely after she has arranged everything properly.]

[Of course, this isn't a bad thing for you—you know she's always been like this, so you naturally can't take it too seriously.]

[And you also understand that Morgan will never ignore this hard-earned power.]

【so--】

[Such an "identity exchange" is bound to succeed and will not cause any unrest.]

After much thought, you realize that all you can do is prepare the banquet and wait for Altria to return.

【And the situation did develop as you expected.】

"I'm welcome!"

After saying something that sounded like a prayer, Mordred began to eat voraciously.

It has to be said that in terms of appetite, she has completely crushed her mother Altria.

But both Ian, the father, and Altria, the mother, were delighted by this.

The reason is simple -

They knew there was a reason why Mordred behaved like this.

As she learns swordsmanship and magic at the same time, her own magic power consumption will reach an unprecedented level.

And this feeling of hunger, in a sense, is proof that she is studying hard.

"You're back safely."

Ian said softly as he looked at Altria across the table.

"She didn't seem to give you any trouble."

“It was still a lot of yelling at first.”

Altria took a sip of the soup with egg drops floating in it, and then said.

"Sister does seem to like the country of Camelot very much—after I offered to give her everything in it, it was all right."

"she……"

Altria, who already had a somewhat mature charm, glanced at Ian across the table and did not continue speaking.

But Ian actually understood exactly what she wanted to say - he was still not as good as everything in Camelot.

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

"How could I possibly compare to this country? She's with me because of Camelot, right?"

"Now, you're just putting everything back into its proper place."

"……Really."

Altria forced a smile, then lowered her head and said with some guilt.

"But I feel like I'm being a little mean... You two were so loving back then..."

"But I'm so..."

"What's so despicable about that!"

Mordred suddenly put down the plate at this moment, interrupting the conversation.

With foam at the mouth, she looked at her father Ian, and then at her mother Altria.

"If that sister really likes dad, why hasn't she even put aside her pride and come to see dad after all these days?"

"When Wei'er's mother said she loved Dad, she actually came to see Dad as soon as Mom was not around!"

"No! Even if mom is here, she will come to find dad!"

Mordred's innocent words left Ian and Altria stunned.

They had been thinking about how to explain it to her - but now it seemed that there was no need for that at all.

"Pfft."

Altria laughed.

"That's right...it was Mom's fault."

"But not anymore. It's over—we'll be out of here soon."

"Eh?"

Mordred asked with curiosity, tilting his head slightly.

"So where are we going next?"

"..."

Altria did not directly answer her daughter's question, but looked at Ian on the other side.

And the latter also understood what this meant - she was asking for his opinion.

Although he didn't know what Altria was going to do, Ian chose to support her without hesitation.

she……

She is already my wife, so what is there to hesitate about?

"Lily, I'll go wherever you go."

"..."

Hearing these words full of trust, Artoria smiled and nodded.

"Ah."

"In that case—"

"I do have a place in mind to go back to."

"Where?"

"That is, of course, the same as what was said at the beginning."

Altria touched Ian's hand.

"Going back to see Guinevere."

703. Morgan Sitting Alone on the Throne / Various Arrangements Before Departure (4k)

"Eh--!"

"Do you want to go back to Grandpa?!"

A longing light shone in Mordred's green eyes.

"Okay, okay!"

The old man that Mordred was referring to was none other than King Liao Dekuan.

In a sense, the old man, who is over fifty years old, has already treated this naughty child as his own granddaughter.

Therefore, he loved her very much.

No.

should say--

Whether it is King Liao Dekuan or Guinevere.

Anyone who knew Mordred a little bit seemed to unexpectedly dote on the child.

This may be a kind of "luck" for her.

"It seems that Xiao Mo really wants to go back——"

Altria's gaze fell on Ian in front of her.

Although she is still the king in name only, she actually hopes to be a good wife.

"Well, what do you think?"

"..."

"What else is there to ask?"

Ian's hand gently stroked Altria's cheek, carefully feeling the body temperature that he had previously ignored.

"Wherever you go, I will go."

"Okay..." A blush appeared on Altria's face.

"I feel relieved with your words—"

"But before that..."

Altria looked out the window.

The room Ian chose was very special, as he could see the end of Camelot Road at a glance.

"I still have to hand this country over to my sister."

"Yes, you are right."

Ian felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.

"It's time to witness her coronation."

[You and Altria have reached a consensus.]

[That is to hold a grand coronation ceremony for Morgan.]

[Before that, there are naturally many things to do.]

【after all--】

[This is a handover ceremony that involves every corner of Camelot.]

[The first person you approached was Bedivere, the palace steward.]

"what?!"

Bedivere, who had been writing something on parchment with his head down, suddenly raised his head.

"King, are you leaving Camelot?"

"..."

Looking at Bedivere's shocked expression, Artoria knew that he was acting like this because he was worried about her.

She began to comfort him.

"It's okay, Bedivere."

"I'm just...going out for a while."

"But didn't you just come back not long ago?" Bedivere's eyes were full of doubts. It was obvious that he believed in Altria's statement of "going out for a while".

"king!"

As a palace butler, he looked at the pile of parchments beside him.

"I still have a lot of things to report to you!"

"..."

Seeing Bedivere's serious and somewhat extreme reaction, Artoria felt a little conflicted.

Although she loves Ian, her feelings for Camelot are not fake.

Just walking away like this, isn't it a bit...

At this moment, Ian took Altria's hand and whispered:

“Stop carrying around responsibilities you don’t want to have—they’re not your fault.”

After saying this, the man looked at Bedivere in front of him, and then "defended" Altria.

"It's ok."