The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

And more importantly...

Ian could feel that these people lying here did not have much desire to survive, as if they had already been corroded.

And as if he understood what the man was thinking, Hector's voice soon rang out again.

"You don't have to guess."

"Everyone... knows that there's no getting away this time."

"What we are doing now is just trying to survive."

"..."

"Really?" Ian was not at all surprised by Hector's answer.

After all, what he saw along the way was basically the same as what he described.

"Sir Hector, how are you..."

"There has to be someone who believes in Britain, and there has to be someone who stubbornly guards this village like this."

Hector coughed violently several times, and Ian quickly supported him to prevent him from falling backwards.

"I...must not fall."

"..."

What a tenacious spirit. Looking at Hector who had no intention of giving up, Ian finally understood where Altria's character came from.

Compared to King Uther, who had hardly taken care of Artoria since she was born, this knight who did farm work was obviously more like a "father".

"You're tough."

Ian expressed his highest respect to Hector.

"You are a sir of strong will."

"Let's talk about this later—"

Hector's eyes fell on Altria who was holding Mordred, but he began to feel a little embarrassed.

His hands were covered with calluses from long-term farm work, and he didn't even dare to talk to his "daughter" who had regained her female identity.

There was only an evasive and extremely obvious humility in his eyes.

But how could Altria not know how he felt?

She said this with a smile, acknowledging Hector's identity generously - the person who raised her, not just a superior or inferior knight.

"Father, long time no see."

"..."

Just these words were enough to break Hector's heart.

He was over fifty years old, but he just started crying.

"Really... You actually still acknowledge me as your father. That's not easy."

"How could you not admit it?"

Altria smiled faintly, giving Hector a bit of a daughter's relationship.

"I have always acknowledged Brother Kai's personality."

"I can't just turn a blind eye to your kindness, right?"

"..."

Hector's throat moved slightly.

Obviously, Altria's words still gave him a lot of comfort.

He nodded, temporarily suppressing his emotions, and then his eyes fell on Mordred in her arms.

"This child is..."

"It's Mordred!"

Before his mother, Altria, could answer, the naughty child started shouting first.

It can be seen that she is quite satisfied with her identity as the descendant of King Arthur, as if it is something she has never fought for in several lifetimes.

"I'm my mother's boy!"

"Mother's child?"

Hector's gaze slowly shifted from Mordred back to Artoria.

"Well, that's her!"

Mordred grabbed Altria's hand and continued.

"Grandfather, there's no doubt about it—that's how it is!"

"what?!"

The news that Altria had a child obviously had a significant impact on Hector.

[His expression was first surprised, then gradually turned into excitement, and then returned to calm.]

Having witnessed the entire process, you can't help but feel somewhat relieved—after all, if Hector's mental state were a little weaker, he might have fainted on the spot.

[And you also realized that the birth of Mordred might not only have meaning for you and Altria.]

[The fact that she was given a name by the Lady of the Lake is, in a sense, a blessing for Camelot.]

"Very good……"

"That's great……"

Hector's slightly trembling voice echoed in this small space.

"Altria, has your life finally returned to normal?"

"Over the years, I've always felt that it was wrong to entrust everything to you - but... I have no other choice."

Hector looked at his calloused hands and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"I'm just an ordinary man, an ordinary knight."

"All I own is this small village."

"Who saved you, Altria!"

There was hope rekindled in the old man's eyes.

"Please tell me, I must thank him properly!"

"..."

At this point, Artoria, who had seemed quite calm just now, suddenly became shy.

No matter how much time has passed or whether she has become mature in appearance, she will always be a rabbit to be eaten in front of him, and the other half that the man can manipulate at any time.

only--

She was willing to become this way.

however……

Just because Altria is embarrassed doesn't mean Mordred is embarrassed too.

After Hector asked this question, Mordred answered it casually.

"Grandpa, my father is right beside you~"

"Wha, what?"

Hector didn't react for a moment.

It took him a while to realize that this clever guy named Mordred was referring to Ian who had been standing respectfully beside him.

"Is...is it you?"

At this point, Ian knew that there was no point in hiding it any further.

He nodded and then admitted it all generously.

"Yes, Sir Ector."

"I am Mordred's father—as you can see, this is my child with Altria."

however……

Faced with Ian's explosive remarks, Hector's reaction was not as shocked as before.

He just glanced at Ian, then at Altria, and fell silent.

This made Ian a little worried - after all, judging from Altria's attitude, he could be regarded as his father-in-law.

"Sir Ector, am I doing something wrong?"

"No."

Hector shook his head.

"I just remember that you seemed to have known each other for a long time - but this child looks very young, which means you had this child very late, right?"

"..."

"Sorry." Ian admitted his "problem" very honestly.

"That's exactly what happened..."

"No." A smile grew on Hector's face. "I don't mean to blame you for this."

"Because when Altria looks at you, there's a light in her eyes—it's something that can't be concealed."

"Father, stop talking..."

"Why can't I say this?"

That’s right! Mommy really loves Daddy! "

Seeing the three people making a fuss, with reactions completely different from before, Ian finally felt a little better.

And at this moment, Mary, who had been silent all the time, suddenly came over again.

"Ian."

"Regarding what you mentioned earlier, I have an idea."

"What idea?" The man lowered his voice.

"or--"

Merry's gaze rested on Mordred.

"Shall we let her try to use the Rhongomyniad?"

709. Mordred Wants to Draw His Gun for His Mother / Such a Similar Fate (4k)

"..."

Ian glanced at Altria beside him and found that she was still talking to Sir Ector, who had once taken care of her.

"Merry, is this really possible?"

"She's just a child, right?"

"Children and such are not important." Mary answered Ian's question calmly.

"I suppose you've witnessed the talent she's shown?"

"That's an existence that neither you nor Altria can compare to—"

"That alone is enough to make her the one who truly wields the Rhongomyniad, not you."

"..."

Ian really couldn't refute what Mary said.

After all, Mordred's talent is innate.

Blessed by the fairy in the lake, she not only has extraordinary magical skills, but also is very good at swordsmanship and other things because of her parents.