The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

however--

Meili, who had been listening, suddenly spoke at this moment;

"That's impossible."

"Because magic rituals and the like can't be brought back by humans—if you want to take advantage of this opportunity to do something, I suggest you give it up."

"after all……"

Mellie moved closer to Ian and hugged him from behind.

“It’s not so easy for people who have left to come back.”

"As for the transmission of the spell, just continue to use this and pass it on to me."

"..."

Ian never expected Mary to speak up for him like this, and he never expected her hands to be so dishonest.

"you……"

"Shh-"

Mary stood on tiptoe and blew gently into Ian's ear, her action seemed extremely ambiguous.

"You can't talk at a time like this... Do you want to reveal that you and Altria just did something like that?"

"..."

Ian had nothing to say and could only follow Mary's wishes and let her wander around the battlefield that had not been cleaned up yet.

"My Lady Princess, I'll leave everything to you.

"……Um."

Camelot's room fell silent once again.

Morgan looked at the empty bed and once again felt an unprecedented sense of loss and regret.

You can definitely say something more, right?

But then again...

If we were to use the name of the Knights of the Round Table to restrain the Rhongomyniad...

Morgan lay on the bed, greedily sucking in the last of his taste that remained here.

This means that—

Is he one of them too?

At this moment, a bold idea was born in Morgan's mind.

But what she didn't know was...

What consequences will such thinking lead to?

712. The caring little cotton-padded jacket Mordred/Altria cares (4k)

[You've finally completed the negotiations with Morgan.]

[She will create this magic for you that can be used to "bind" the Rhongomyniad that shines in the end.]

【But before that, you know you have to keep it a secret from Altria.】

【otherwise……】

【All plans will be ruined. 】

"Got it? No matter what, you absolutely cannot tell Mom."

Ian said this to Mordred, who was chosen to draw the gun.

"Yeah!" Mordred nodded very seriously, looking as if he had received some extremely sacred mission.

"I will never tell Mom!"

"but……"

"But what?"

Ian bent down and picked up Mordred.

"Just tell Daddy if you have anything - we have nothing to hide from each other now."

"..."

After a short silence, Mordred nodded obediently again, and then expressed his inner concerns.

"I'm thinking……"

"If we suppress that gun—will it then be ineffective?"

"Hey, this..."

This was indeed a question that Ian had never thought of, and it was also the part that only Mordred would think of.

after all--

It was unlikely that he would doubt Guinevere's thoughts.

On the contrary, Mordred, who often has wild imaginations, would feel this kind of thing.

But anyway...

Now is not the time to discourage my daughter's determination.

"It's fine."

"This kind of problem can be solved in an instant - Xiao Mo, you don't have to worry."

"Is that so?"

Mordred smiled sweetly.

"I see!"

【You haven't forgotten Mordred's doubts.】

【You relayed all this to Guinevere.】

You hope to get a reassuring answer—otherwise, you won't feel comfortable facing Mordred.

[And fortunately, things are indeed moving in that direction.]

“You ask this~”

Guinevere, who was knitting something, nodded and responded.

"It is indeed possible that a situation that no one wants to see will occur."

"but--"

“I don’t think you need to worry about it so much~”

"What does this mean?" Ian asked in confusion.

"Hmm..." Guinevere looked at the man beside her, her slightly furrowed brows expressing her thoughts.

"It's like there's a medicine that works as long as you take it."

"So whether you eat it all at once or in batches, it's actually a pretty good decision."

"Yeah, do you understand what I mean?"

"..."

Although he had never systematically studied magic, Ian still understood something from Guinevere's easy-to-understand example.

"What you're saying is—as long as the Rhongomyniad can truly be effective again, it doesn't matter what form it's compressed into, right?"

"Completely correct!"

Guinevere cast a wink at Ian.

"So what we should be more concerned about is how to ensure that the 'projection' you mentioned on the Rhongomyniad can have a sufficient effect."

"besides--"

"this is for you."

"what?"

Ian followed Guinevere's hand and took something from her.

The soft touch made the man understand everything at once.

"Hey...is this a sweater?"

"Hehe~" Guinevere smiled mischievously.

"You don't look like you have much experience with such things—this won't do."

"How can it be that the husband has no good clothes to wear while the wife is at home?"

"..."

Ian laughed.

"That's right." The man gently stroked Guinevere's head. "Thank you, Guinevere."

"You're welcome~"

Guinevere looked quite happy as she was being patted on the head.

If she turned back into a nightingale, she would probably be flapping her wings now, right?

"I should be the first person to do this for you, right?"

"……It really is."

"Hehe~" Guinevere buried her head in his arms, looking quite happy.

sometimes--

Perhaps the goal of life is just that simple.

【You remembered everything Guinevere said.】

[At just the right moment, you told Mary all of it.]

[Honestly, you don't know when you started to trust this strange woman.]

[Now, if you have something you can't figure out the answer to, you always go to her first.]

[You find yourself not resisting her as much as before - maybe she really proved herself with her actions?]

"Will the projected items not work?"

Mary stood up from her chair while drinking wine.

"What kind of weird question is this?"

"'Projection' itself is a property of the object, but we express it in a way that we can fully understand."

"Can you say that because we walked into a dark place, the object lost its shadow forever?"

"Really? I see."

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"I can rest assured that."

"anyway--"

Ian looked around.

This is Mary's room alone.

But it is different from her neat appearance that makes people feel "fantasy".

Her room was a little messy at the moment, looking like it had just been through a big battle.

But Ian could totally understand why this happened.

"Have you received the spell Morgan prepared for you?"