The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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[With Altria's "tacit consent," you made her feel as if she were suffocating.]

[In a trance, you even feel like you have returned to the moment many years ago when you worked for Morgan and deceived her.]

But you know, everything is different now.

【This is the testimony of your love.】

[So even though it's a process of burning your magic, you're more devoted than ever.]

Dawn is approaching.

Ian wiped the edge of the bed for Altria and then carried her to the bed again.

"Get some sleep—we're not going anywhere today."

"……it is good."

Altria said this and then fell into a deep sleep.

This time, she was really tired.

After all, in a sense, she actually contributed an entire night to Ian, and in a very mining way.

How could I not be tired?

Looking at the sleeping Altria, Ian covered her with the quilt and then walked to the window.

He took a deep breath and said:

"Merry, are you there?"

"If you are here, come out immediately."

"..."

Not long after he finished speaking, a figure slowly appeared in front of Ian.

The person who came was none other than the flower magician Meili.

"You found out all this?" Mary covered her lips and pretended to be surprised.

"I thought I disguised myself well."

"You're really good at disguising yourself—" the man smiled with a confident expression, "I really can't confirm whether you're there."

"but……"

"I haven't heard you speak all day. It doesn't seem right no matter how I think about it."

"..."

"Ouch." Mary tilted her head slightly.

"It seems like you've already mastered my mode of action."

"But you came to me to—"

The Flower Magician looked at the man's expression, then extended his hand and gave a slight salute.

"Want another drink?"

"It looks okay after all."

"This..." Ian bit his lip, looking as if he had made some extremely important decision.

"It's not impossible."

"But you have to do me a favor."

"What's the deal?"

"Help me contact Morgan." The man said word by word.

"I need to do something with her."

711. Morgan Can't Wait for His Return/The Anticipation of the Holy Lance Restraint (4k)

"okay, I get it."

Meili's answer was surprisingly concise.

It was so concise that Ian felt a little at a loss.

"you……"

"Don't you have any thoughts about asking me?"

"Yes, yes."

Mary tilted her head slightly, which made her look a little cute.

"But then I thought about it—and realized there seemed to be no point in asking."

"You're still going to do what you think you should do, just like every time before."

"So--"

The Flower Magician looked at the man in front of him.

"Isn't anything I say meaningless?"

"If you keep thinking this way, then it would be better not to ask so many questions from the beginning—that would save both of us time, wouldn't it?"

"..."

It was a fairly understandable speech, and Ian had nothing to refute for the moment.

And to be honest—

For him, Mary's "choice" is indeed a good method.

"understood."

"If that's the case..."

Ian looked at the approaching sunrise outside the window, his expression becoming much more serious.

"Let's get started right away."

"Right on my mind."

The Flower Magician said this, and then lightly snapped his fingers, as if opening a door to destiny.

[Merry is definitely capable of this kind of long-distance communication.]

[After all, last time, it was she who was in Camelot who contacted me thousands of miles away and "transmitted" some fairly important information.]

[Of course, you also know that she might have some other ideas.]

[But in terms of results, this is the "action" you need.]

【but--】

[Looking at the gradually clearer magical channel, you know that what awaits you later may be a rather awkward meeting.]

Near sunrise.

Morgan was standing alone by the window.

After Ian and Altria "eloped" out of Camelot together, she didn't know how many times she had suffered from insomnia like this.

She closed her eyes and imagined that her husband was still by her side, just like in countless days and nights before.

only--

The moment Morgan opened his eyes, all of this would be gone.

Awaiting the new king was a room so quiet that he could even hear his own breathing.

"..."

Before he knew it, Morgan's eyes became moist again.

But she found that she could no longer shed tears - they had long since turned into silent sighs in the past years.

And just then...

Morgan suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ear.

"Long time no see~"

"The new king of Britain."

"..."

Morgan has a very good memory, so good that he can almost remember everything he sees.

after all--

Given her status, if she doesn't always pay attention to changes in the surrounding environment, she might miss some opportunities that she could have grasped.

of course.

For her now, such vigilance should have been forgotten long ago.

but……

How could an action that has become like instinct be forgotten so quickly?

"Merry?"

"What do you want from me?"

To be honest, Morgan had no idea what Mellie was.

This girl who calls herself "Merlin's sister" has shown a character worse than Merlin since the day she appeared in Camelot.

But she rarely did anything bad in front of Morgan.

The British princess naturally adopted a laissez-faire attitude.

Now that I've been approached like this...

a bit dangerious.

It’s better to be vigilant.

"You sound like you don't want to see me," Mary responded.

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

Morgan looked at the traces of magic in the air, which were shallow but not unrecognizable.

As one of the best magicians in Camelot, she certainly knew that this was something that Mary had deliberately disguised in order to communicate with her like this.

"If you can't even face me face to face..."

"I guess it's not something worth being happy about, right?"

"Oh..." Mary deliberately pretended to be regretful.

"But I clearly wanted to give you a chance to hear Ian's voice again, didn't I?"

"Don't you want this either?"

"what?!"

Morgan's attitude changed significantly when he heard it was Ian.

"what are you going to do?!"

"..."

Morgan's attitude changed so quickly and noticeably, as if he had found some long-lost treasure.

【You suddenly feel that she values you. 】

【but--】