The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Normally... no one would be qualified to let me do this."

"Well, I see."

The atmosphere in the room fell into silence again, but it also became more ambiguous.

Tick ​​tock.

I didn't know whether the sound of dripping water came from inside or outside the house.

Maybe soon, it will rain here?

Ian found that he seemed to have begun to like the feeling of manipulating Mary at will.

but--

There are more pressing matters now.

"Ms. Avalon."

"Speaking of which—is this all we can do now, waiting?"

"Ok?"

Facing the sound of dripping water, Mary looked up at him.

"It's just one night, don't you want to wait any longer?"

"It's not that I don't want to wait any longer."

"It's just that I feel—"

Ian looked out the window.

From here, one can just see the streets of Camelot. At a glance, one can see the prosperous scene after the death of the white dragon Vortigern.

"What if... the arc we're walking doesn't ultimately reach the destination we want?"

"..."

"Isn't this very likely?"

The Flower Magician replied.

"After all, we haven't been discovered by the world, have we?"

"But that's clearly not what happened last night," Ian responded calmly. "In contrast, I think we should do something."

"So, Mr. Avalon, what do you want?"

Mary took Ian's hand that was on the bell and licked it gently.

Her movements were quite gentle, and she looked like a real, tamed cat.

"Tell me—whatever it is, and I'll find a way for you."

"..."

"I was wondering, if I could—"

Ian's fingers gently stroked Mary's tongue, as if he was writing something, and only after it was completely rolled up inside did he speak again.

"Is there any way... to guarantee that this can be done?"

"Meli, you should know that this trip must succeed and cannot fail."

"..."

After hearing this, Mary "entangled" with Ian's fingers for a while before continuing.

"Indeed it is."

"If we come all this way and still don't understand what the cross shield is, it would be a waste of time."

"So you have a solution...?"

"..."

Seeing that Mary remained silent, Ian was not in a hurry.

He knew how to get her talking.

after all--

At this moment, she was just a completely tamed little kitten in front of him, whose weaknesses were completely known.

"A silent cat is not a good cat."

“?——!”

As the bells began to ring again, the atmosphere in the room became dominated by men.

"Mr. Avalon...this is really too much."

While "cooperating" with Ian's performance, Mary "confessed" everything.

“It’s not complicated at all.”

"Mr. Avalon."

"Since the ending is already determined, why not let you complete this task on your own, just like you did in the beginning?"

"what?"

744. The Return of Altria / Britain After the Rain (4k)

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Although he couldn't hear clearly what the voice in his ear was saying, Ian could tell that the moment Mary spoke that long paragraph, it must have said something to him.

only--

Compared to everything in front of him, what Ian cared more about at the moment was what Mary mentioned.

"Let 'me' do all this...?"

"Ah."

Mary nodded, then leaned back a little, causing the bell to shake and make a pleasant sound.

"This is all you did anyway, and you were so worried."

"In that case——"

"Then just do it yourself."

"Won't this be discovered?" the man couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know." Mary shook her head. "But don't you think this is the only thing you can do? If you're really worried, then you can just pretend that I haven't told you about this at all."

Ring ring ring~

A clear voice sounded.

"I wouldn't mind."

"..."

Looking at Mary in the mirror, who was more docile than anyone else, Ian knew that she was showing the same nature as before - that is, to directly pass the blame.

Whether it's okay or not has already been said.

As for how to do it, that is your own problem.

But the man couldn't blame her.

After all, this is a decision that should be made by yourself, not by Mary.

"Let me think about it."

"Okay." Meili nodded. "I'll wait for you."

"but--"

"Before that...shouldn't you finish what you're doing with me first?"

"..."

"You, really are..."

Ian sighed helplessly, then held Mary's slender and soft waist.

"Sit tight, Ms. Avalon."

"Well……"

Mary's pupils gradually grew larger, and it looked as if something had pierced through her body.

At this time, her feet slowly left the ground, and she looked like she was flying in the clouds.

The Flower Magician probably never dreamed that one day he would actually experience this genuine feeling of being toyed with to the extreme by another man?

only……

As the sound of rain fell outside the window, Mary's eyes were gradually filled with heart-like symbols.

This……

It's really pleasing.

[You have welcomed the first rain since the beginning of autumn in Camelot.]

You had a wonderful morning in the rain.

You swear you'll remember this moment.

Will you really remember it?

Probably.

Ian thought so, and then helped Mary take off the last bell.

After all, this is something that has never been tried on any girl before - there shouldn't be any problem with doing it a little as a souvenir.

"Ms. Avalon, would you like to go for a walk?"

"why not?"

Mary reached out and grabbed the magician's robe that belonged to her and was hanging on the wall.

"It is said that--"

“The land after the rain has a special flavor.”

"Yeah……"

Ian smiled calmly.

"hope so."

In fact, there is nothing at all - the land after the rain is still the land belonging to Camelot.

The man felt nothing more except that the air was slightly moist.

However, this is indeed a good time to take a stroll.

Ian thought that the "taste" Mary was talking about might be this.

but……

Whether this is true or not, the man is really unsure.

After all, Mary's thoughts are almost the same as "how many stars will there be tonight", which is impossible to figure out or understand.

"Mr. Avalon."

Mary's indifferent voice came, pulling Ian back from his thoughts.

"What's wrong?" the man replied.

"nothing."

"only……"