The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

however……

When the man realized this, he found that it seemed to be a little late.

Because his lips had already spoken the words to keep Artoria before his thoughts.

"of course can."

"If you want to sit down, then sit down."

jingle——

The moment the words came out, Ian felt a voice coming from inside his head.

【You and Altria met again.】

[Is such an encounter allowed? ]

You can't help but think about this question.

[However, your heart seems to have already given a result before such a question.]

"..."

Again.

Almost the same as when it saw Lancelot before, "Simulation Magic" guessed what was in Ian's mind, as if it was watching everything.

The man couldn't help but wonder if this was the situation that Mary had mentioned, causing the world to be suspicious.

but--

So far, it doesn't seem that bad.

At least……

I haven't reached the point where I can't communicate with Altria.

“Thank you so much!”

Because of Meli's illusion, Altria didn't recognize Ian and sat down next to him with a smile.

Her movements were so graceful that even if one put aside the title of King Arthur, it was enough to make anyone who saw her at that moment feel the cultivation that came from the heart.

However, Ian also noticed one thing.

That is, although Altria sat down, she very deliberately kept a distance between herself and Ian and did not have any contact.

obviously.

This shows that she doesn't want to have contact with other opposite sexes.

This is……

This was a look Ian had never seen before - after all, if she was in front of him, she would definitely throw herself into his arms like a little rabbit, and he wouldn't even try to push her away.

But maybe this is how others see her?

A noble and extremely polite girl.

"The weather is really nice today." Altria's words brought Ian back from his trance.

Her smile was very contagious and soon "dragged" the man out of the haze temporarily.

"Yes."

Ian pretended to check the weather, but his eyes never left Altria.

"The weather is indeed nice today—perhaps it's because the King of Camelot has returned?"

"..."

Almost instantly, when Ian mentioned the identity of "King of Camelot", the smile on Altria's face turned cold like the sun covered by dark clouds.

but--

She still nodded very politely to show that she listened to what the person in front of her said.

"Ah."

"That's certainly possible—because the king has returned, the weather in Camelot has improved, right?"

"..."

Although her words were in complete agreement with Ian's, the man could sense that she didn't feel the same way deep down.

we can even say--

They are completely opposite.

She didn't like the title of "King of Camelot" - at least not now.

"By the way..."

The man looked at the very sensible girl in front of him and asked in a low voice.

"May I have your name--"

"Artorius." Artoria said the name almost without thinking.

Ian immediately remembered that this was the name she used when she left the village where she was born and raised and came to Camelot pushing a small wooden cart full of apples.

"It sounds like a boy's name," Ian said.

"Does it have any special meaning?"

"Or... did I misunderstand the name?"

"That's not true." Altria shook her head. "This is indeed a boy's name. This is what my father expects of me. He hopes that I can be as strong as a boy."

"..."

It was the first time Ian heard Altria mention the origin of this alias.

At the same time, he also knew that this was indeed possible - after all, Sir Ector, who was entrusted by King Uther with the obligation to take care of Artoria, was indeed doing his best to take care of her according to the standards of a "king".

but……

She still addressed him as Father.

really……

In Altria's heart, she has already regarded Sir Hector as her own family, right?

"What about you——"

"what your name?"

"..."

Ian was stunned by Altria's question.

He almost gave out his real name just now - but he couldn't do that, because if he did, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In the end, the man decided to continue everything according to Mary's arrangement.

"Mr. Avalon."

"My name is this."

"..."

Almost instantly, Artoria's expression froze.

she……

It seems like he thought of something.

You don't know what happened.

[But you can sense that Altria is not doubting your name, but rather has some unprecedented associations with the name you mentioned.]

[This makes you curious.]

"..."

Ian rarely felt the benefits of this "simulated magic".

At least--

He felt that its judgment of Artoria was correct at this moment.

Give it a try.

If that doesn't work, find another way.

Ian thought so, and then asked Altria in return.

"what happened?"

"Artorius, is there anything uncomfortable about my name for you?"

"If that's the case, I apologize."

"..."

After realizing what was happening, Artoria waved her hands repeatedly. It was obvious that she didn't want the man in front of her to misunderstand her as someone who would hate someone just because of a name.

"Nothing."

"I just—I think your name is amazing."

“Is it amazing?”

This was something Ian had never heard before.

“Why do you think it’s magical?”

"because--"

Altria's face flushed slightly.

"I heard the name once among a group of friends."

"It's actually the name of a place. It's said... if you can reach that place, you can be with your loved one forever."

"And now, I see someone using it as their name—it's truly a wonderful coincidence!"

"..."

When others see Altria saying this with a bright smile, they will probably think it is true.

But Ian, who knew her very well, didn't think so.

He understood very clearly that even until the last moment of her life, Altria might not have had the existence of "friends" in her life.

This is why she is so partial to herself - because all her emotions have been integrated into the future of Britain.

So……

This so-called friend is probably just a nickname.

And at the same time, such a "friend" must indeed have a close relationship with Artoria.

Something that satisfies both of these requirements...

Perhaps only the nymphs of the lake could do that—at least they were willing to lend Artoria their two holy swords, Excalibur and Galatine.

"is it?"

Ian forced a smile.

"This is truly fate—it's the first time I've experienced this meaning in my name."

"Then... I sincerely hope that you can be reunited with your sweetheart once again."

"Yes!"

Altria smiled and nodded.

That was an expression that she, as the king, could never show.

"I think so too!"

"..."

"..."

What the girl didn't know was that her wish had already been quietly fulfilled at some point.