The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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【How about dealing with it relatively calmly? 】

"OK."

Meili looked at Ian who had witnessed everything and said softly:

"The rest of the story is not something I will deal with."

"Mr. Knight."

"..."

Following Mary's gaze, Ian took from her the magical trace that could connect to Camelot, thousands of miles away.

After a moment's silence, he said softly:

"My Lady Princess, long time no see."

"..."

Quiet.

silence.

Everything froze as if it had fallen into a deep, cold vortex.

If he couldn't still hear his own heartbeat, Ian would probably feel that time had stopped at that moment.

Just when everything seemed to be in endless silence, Morgan's voice came over.

That was a response that was filled with some disbelief.

"Ian... is that you, Ian?! Is it really you, Ian!"

"..."

Listening to this series of questions, Ian felt his heart still rippling.

I clearly agreed to handle it calmly, but the moment I heard her voice, I couldn't help but feel moved.

finally--

The man still couldn't make up his mind to let Morgan experience even more painful loneliness.

He said gently:

"Well, it's me."

"My Lady Princess, how have you been lately?"

"..."

[You probably wouldn't have thought that just one sentence would completely break Morgan's defense.]

Following the communication trail laid by Meili, you heard the crying from thousands of miles away.

It was an unstoppable tremor.

[Just by listening to this, you can imagine how Morgan is communicating with you.]

【This is obviously not the time for you to speak.】

You silently wait for the storm to pass.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Morgan's emotions gradually stabilized.

The direction in which she was thinking while speaking seemed to have returned to what it was before.

Only this time——

She is no longer so sharp.

"So what happened?"

"You... do you want to come back?"

"If so—"

Morgan pulled up the curtains, and what came into her eyes were the roses that the man had planted for her.

Ever since the man left, she has been taking good care of the few things he left behind every day.

It is precisely because of this.

Only then did she realize how hard it had been for men to take care of them.

The roses presented to me...

It turns out that each one is so difficult.

"If you want to come back, I can pick you up myself."

"If that's the case... no one will dare to say anything, I promise you."

however--

Morgan's proactive courtesy did not get the response he longed for.

All she heard was a sentence that couldn't be simpler.

"My Lady Princess, I will not go back."

"I hope you can understand me."

"..."

Suddenly, Morgan felt like he was touched in a sore spot.

Her voice became a little sharp in the man's ears.

"Then what do you want to do with me?!"

"Want to see how miserable I am?!"

"Then let me tell you, Ian!" Morgan's voice trembled again, "I..."

The proud princess looked like she was about to say something harsh.

But until the end, the man did not hear such words.

But it’s not difficult to understand.

What else could she say—no matter what it was, it wouldn't change the current situation, right?

"Princess."

"Whatever you think—"

"I really don't have that kind of thought, and I hope you don't think in that direction."

"The situation between us... shouldn't have reached the point where we need to target each other, right?"

"..."

"So what do you want to do?"

Morgan's tone was already a little broken.

"Is it just to say something so bland to me?"

"of course not."

Ian took a deep breath and then spoke softly.

"Princess."

"Actually—"

"Camelot... no, it should be said that the whole of Britain is perhaps facing an unprecedented crisis at this moment."

"I need your help."

[Over the next few minutes, you told Morgan what you and your group had seen and heard outside.]

You described the tragic scenes you witnessed along the way to the new king of Britain almost verbatim.

You know she'll definitely understand something.

【And this is indeed the case.】

"This……"

Morgan, who was originally looking at the roses outside the window and imagining that Ian would suddenly appear in front of him with flowers in his hands at some point, withdrew his gaze.

"Has the situation become like this?"

"..."

Noticing Morgan's subtle tone, Ian quickly asked further questions.

"My Lady Princess, what do you mean?"

"It sounds like... you've noticed this a long time ago?"

"Not that I noticed..."

Morgan's throat moved slightly.

"I just felt more resistance when I used those magic seeds."

"..."

Actual feelings speak louder than mere words.

Ian understood that this kind of decline seemed to be not just a case in the village where Altria came from.

Even a big city like Camelot was significantly affected.

"Princess."

"So now you should understand what I mean?"

"I see."

"You mean..." Morgan looked at his hands, "Do you hope that the Rhongomyniad, the spear that Artoria used back then, will be thrown upon this land once again?"

"This way... we can have that peace again, right?"

Morgan is Morgan.

I always understand things very quickly.

Now that things have come to this, Ian no longer hides anything.

"Yes."

"So I need your help, Princess. After all, you wouldn't want Britain to perish, would you?"

"That's... something we all want to avoid, isn't it?"

"..."

Morgan was silent.

It was obvious that he was thinking about Ian's words.

In the end, her reason prevailed.

"I understand."