The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Neither can I."

"Really!" Guinevere said with a look of delighted disgust.

"How long have you been together? How come you're still as clingy as when you first fell in love?"

"Because I feel very happy with him."

"so……"

Altria glanced at Ian secretly, then immediately looked away.

She already had a curvy figure, and just as Guinevere had said, she still acted like a girl in her first love.

"No matter when, there will always be the freshness of first love."

"..."

Guinevere looked at her best friend and knew that she was very serious about saying this.

She was too embarrassed to make any jokes, so she turned her attention to other things.

"Then this person is not that..."

"Merry." The flower magician introduced herself first. "I think we should have met before."

“Yes, we’ve met…”

Guinevere scratched her face and muttered.

"But you've only just met me... I don't think we're that familiar with each other?"

"It will be cooked soon."

Mary rarely took the initiative to extend her hand.

She actually looked somewhat dignified while doing this while holding the staff.

"Can we go somewhere else and get to know each other?"

"Eh?"

Guinevere never expected that the other party would take the initiative to invite her.

but--

She is not the type of person who is shy.

"Okay! Where are you going?"

"..."

Mellie glanced at Ian, then turned back to Guinevere and spoke.

"Just go somewhere else—there should be plenty of places in this country where you can do that, right?"

"Hey, okay!"

Guinevere nodded.

"Let's go then!"

"..."

[You know, Merry doesn't just want to chat with Guinevere.]

[She hopes you can quickly leave Altria and come out to talk to Guinevere.]

【And you took action quickly.】

"I want to go find King Liao Dekuan."

[You used a very simple excuse to make Altria and Mordred stay temporarily in the place where they were received.]

【And Meili also gave you just the right guidance. 】

[Finally, you met under a giant tree—it seemed to be something that Guinevere had planted in memory of you and Altria.]

[Under the shade of the large tree, you told Guinevere your current situation.]

"This……"

Guinevere felt her breathing quicken.

"No—this kind of thing..."

Halfway through her speech, she, incarnated as a nightingale, just stopped there.

"Come to think of it, the grain production has been really amiss lately... Father is even planning to ask Camelot for help."

"You just understand."

Meili briefly took the initiative in speaking into her own hands.

"So...we need your help."

"But wouldn't it be better to ask that bad woman named Morgan for this kind of thing?"

"No." Mary shook her head.

"There's no point in looking for her—why would she help the person who stole her husband?"

"..."

"That's right." Guinevere nodded, confirming what Mary said.

"If Morgan would help... you probably wouldn't have to leave Camelot."

"but--"

Guinevere's eyes focused on Merry and Ian in front of her.

"Regarding the 'projection' you just mentioned, I think there is a question that must be considered."

"What's the problem?" Ian asked.

“I was thinking…”

Guinevere waved her finger.

"Since Lily's Rhongomyniad is so powerful... even if it were projected like this, wouldn't Xiaomo be able to use it?"

"If we simply gamble on the possibility of that kind of use, don't you think the risk is a bit too high?"

"..."

Ian knew that Guinevere would not say such a thing for no reason.

"Weier, do you have any ideas?"

"As expected, you discovered it."

Guinevere smiled brightly, that was the feeling of being understood by the person she loved.

"Do you remember the round table that father gave to Camelot?"

"Remember." Ian nodded.

"What happened to it?"

"I think--"

There was a slight glint in Guinevere's eyes.

"Perhaps we can use it to restrain the Rhongomyniad."

710. Magical Power Vessel Altria/Artificial Holy Lance Constraint (4k)

"To 'bind' Rhongomyniad?"

Listening to Guinevere's fantastical statement, Ian did not feel any doubt in his heart.

Because he knew that she must understand what to do, which is why she expressed her thoughts in this way.

"Guinevere, could you please be more specific?"

"that is--"

Guinevere rubbed her fingers slightly, and a light like fireflies began to flicker between her fingertips.

"Yeah, you know what?"

"Everything in the world can be constructed by magic—"

"And each piece of magic can be connected together in some very special ways."

"And for you and me, the most obvious example is the round table."

"..."

Ian looked at Guinevere's hand and thought about it.

He soon understood what she meant.

"You mean... that huge round table was made by repeatedly cutting it into several parts and then 'assembling' them all together?"

"You are indeed very smart."

Guinevere laughed.

"Yes, that's it."

"Otherwise, do you think we really have the materials here that can build such a large round table?"

"Then what you say..."

Ian frowned slightly.

"So, we need to 'split' the Rhongomyniad into several parts, and then awaken them one by one when we use them, is that right?"

"Ah."

Guinevere nodded.

"In this way, even the Rhongomyniad, whose power is previously uncontrollable, can be used in this way."

"I think... it should be much safer than before."

"How about it?"

There was a little more light in the eyes of the Nightingale familiar.

"I think this should be a good attempt, right?"

"..."

Ian nodded, knowing that there was no time to lose.

"Weier, I understand, but let me prepare."

"I...have something I want to talk to Altria about."

"Well, I know."

Guinevere placed a kiss on Ian's cheek.

"Then I'll help you take care of Mordred~"

【Guinevere's thoughtfulness still makes you feel deeply moved. 】

[For her, being able to witness the love between you and Altria is already an extremely important part of her life.]

【Thanks to her help, you also have the opportunity to be alone with Altria.】

【In fact, you haven't been like this for a long time. 】

Late at night, King Liao Dekuan entertained the two of them at his residence.

Altria, who usually behaves very dignified in front of others, looks like a well-trained cat at this moment.

Ian's hand gently stroked her waist, feeling the poetic rhythm.

Finally, the song is coming to an end.

Altria's eyes moved upwards, and then slowly returned to their original position.

She looked at the man who had her in his hands with such affection, and there was no other emotion in her eyes except "obedience".