The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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When she said this, a trace of imperceptible loss flashed across Mary's eyes, but soon - everything disappeared.

As if she had never felt sad or confused about it.

【You and Merry arrived in Camelot.】

[This is a ￥%*%* (%＆) city, where countless people who admire King Arthur, Altria Pendragon, gather and live.]

【For them, the king's orders are above all else.】

【Besides, #y＆*$^y*＆$】

Ian couldn't help but frown as he listened to the words that kept coming to his ears and were not even recognizable as sentences.

He understood more and more what Mary had said to him before.

That is, "the closer you get to Camelot," the more "interference" this so-called "simulated magic" will suffer.

The man didn't know how long it had been since he had heard anything that could be called information from here.

"Merry," Ian said.

"Can I ask you one more question?"

"Of course you can—" Mary raised her head, looked at him beside her, and replied softly, "But you have to call me Ms. Avalon—otherwise, it's very likely that something unusual will be noticed."

"That's what I want to ask..."

Ian's expression became a little subtle.

"Why did you think of this name?"

"..."

"You really want to know?"

"Of course." Ian nodded. "Ms. Avalon—please tell me properly."

"It's actually not a complicated thing."

Mary's lips parted slightly.

"Because... this is where I was before I met you."

"..."

Ian's eyes lit up.

It was the first time he heard Mary introduce her "hometown" in this way.

Whether it is true or false, men have shown great interest in it.

"Did you find the place where I was before?"

"Can you elaborate on the first point?"

"Yes, of course."

Mellie tightened her grip on Ian's hand.

"But we can't say it here—at least not without the world realizing we're saying it."

"Where to go?"

"Hotel." Mary answered almost without thinking, as if she had already calculated this answer.

"You should know which hotel I'm talking about, right?"

Ian felt something turning inside him.

It seemed to be leading everything to an irreparable situation - and there was nothing one could do about it.

but……

It doesn’t seem too bad.

"I understand."

You and Mary arrived at #^%^&#t$

[This is the room where Altria once lived.]

[Although you have never been here #￥%……%]

【But you have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this place. 】

【What do you want to do to this flower magician here?】

"..."

Ian felt that things seemed to be getting a little tricky.

Because he found that what he heard was completely inconsistent with what he was thinking at the moment.

"Ms. Avalon."

"You did it? You just wanted me to..."

however--

Faced with Ian's "accusations", Mary shook her head.

"Mr. Avalon."

"I didn't do anything—you know, if I had done anything I'd tell you by now."

"I don't like to be secretive. Seeing others' surprised expressions when they hear what I say is a great pleasure for me."

"..."

For a moment, Ian couldn't find any flaws in Mary's words.

She is indeed such a person - she hopes to watch others struggle and suffer in various kinds of despair, and then get some kind of slightly morbid joy from it.

"Ms. Avalon, I believe you."

"So... tell me the origin of the name."

"Of course I can tell you."

Mary pointed to the bed not far away.

Her expression was quite calm, as if what she was talking about was not something to be ashamed of, but something to be happy about.

"Sit on it."

"..."

Although he knew what to do, Ian knew that he could not leave now.

"I hope you're not lying to me—"

"Ms. Avalon."

"Even if... I can't punish you."

Mary's physique is really too special.

Some methods that should be considered abuse simply don't work on her.

"I never lie."

“Some people just misunderstood what I meant.”

"..."

There was a pop.

The bed in the room sank first, and then returned to its original state.

But its surface was not as quiet as it was at the beginning, but instead welcomed a pair of "brother and sister" who called themselves a "couple".

And everything was no different from what the man had predicted.

There was no way Mary would let herself sit here like this for no reason.

The only thing she had to do was...

Just to savor this moment that she had longed for.

"Ms. Avalon."

"Are you a little more vigorous in your pursuit of this aspect?"

"is it not OK?"

Mary, who was sitting in front of the man, asked back with a deadpan expression.

"Aren't girls like this the type to be popular? If she says something like 'Today is a good day to do something' to you, shouldn't that make you excited?"

"So you're still playing that role, right?"

Ian understood everything now.

But to be honest—

This feeling is indeed not bad.

After all, Meili doesn't look like this kind of person at all, but now...

Is this a different kind of conquest?

Ian couldn't help but think so.

but--

Before the man understood what was going on.

Mary has already started to act on her own initiative.

Her gaze moved up and down, but she always maintained a calm and direct gaze.

It felt like she was saying that at this moment, with her hands on the man's shoulders, she was doing something completely inconsistent with her expression.

If Mary were a winemaker, she would probably be able to easily turn the autumn grapes into beautiful wine.

But having said that.

But Mary did not forget the agreement she made with Ian.

After blushing slightly, the Flower Magician said softly:

"That is a field that ordinary people can never set foot in."

"If we are now on the surface of the world, then the place I mentioned is exactly the opposite."

“Every ‘I’ will return there – without exception.”

"Then how did you..."

"Because I found you, Mr. Avalon." Even at this time, Mary still kept calling you that. "You are the one who can change everything - even my own affairs are no exception."

"I can't leave you anymore."

"I love you."

"..."

Another sudden declaration of love.

Ian's expression couldn't be said to be completely unresponsive, but at least he was selectively ignoring this sentence.

He knew that what she was talking about was not love, but just some physical and psychological comfort that she needed.

"So that's how you showed up."

"You're not from the 'surface'—no wonder your thoughts are so strange."

"Is it weird?"

"Of course it's strange."

"Well—you're right, Mr. Avalon, I do feel strange."

"but……"