The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

【only--】

[Unlike usual, you find that this time, Meili has found an unexpected companion.]

"What are you..."

"what are you doing?"

Just as the man had suspected, at this moment, Mary was not as promiscuous as usual, but instead became docile.

And her head rubbed Ian's arm gently, just like a cat acting coquettishly.

"Meow--"

Mary, who began to please Ian in a peculiar way, tilted her head back to look at her master, and then asked softly.

"Master, is my behavior not enough to satisfy you? Or is it so?"

As the Flower Magician spoke, he stuck out his tongue and gently rubbed it against the air, looking like a kitten craving for dried fish.

"Or... is Mr. Avalon deliberately ignoring Ms. Avalon, who 'loves' him?"

Now that things had come to this, Ian knew that it would be impolite if he continued to pretend to be confused.

How could he not know why Mary did this?

This is standard, requiring someone to cherish her begging - but how to satisfy her begging and what to do next is hard to say.

"I see."

"So it's really impossible for Ms. Avalon to be loved?" Mary said with feigned sadness.

"Okay, stop talking and just be a good cat!"

"Ah That's good."

Mary's skin was indeed very white. When Ian looked at her hands, he wondered if this thing might be the reincarnation of some kind of white flower.

But such concerns soon disappeared.

Because Mary's skin does turn red.

To be precise, it should turn purple.

This seems to be a pathological change caused by physical hypoxia, but it may also be a problem with the magician himself.

But all this seems to be of no consequence.

Ian's hand stopped at Mary's neck, gently stroking every inch of her skin, feeling its smoothness and beauty.

"He's a very obedient kitten indeed—not picky about food, and doesn't make any outrageous requests."

"If I don't take good care of a cat like this, I always feel like I'll be condemned."

As he said this, Ian's hand gently stroked Mary's neck - the man knew that it was time for him to reward him properly.

"Thank you for your hard work - you really did a lot of things I wanted."

I don’t know how long it will take.

Mary sat in front of Ian in a duck-like position.

Her hands were stroking her cheeks, as if she was savoring the feeling that she would never forget for the rest of her life.

She didn't seem to reject the feeling of being rewarded by a man, and even looked vaguely happy.

"Surely... it's actually possible." Mary said something that sounded quite explosive at the moment. "Even things that normally wouldn't be available to me can now be obtained."

After saying this, the Flower Magician gently pulled his face, revealing his tender tongue, as if he wanted to compare its size with something.

"Mr. Avalon, I'm awesome, right?"

"..."

Although it was a strange behavior to praise others for their thoughts on such matters, Ian touched her head after hesitating for a moment.

"Well, it's really great."

The man's other hand rested on Mary's neck, as if recreating the intimacy of a previous moment.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this—don't you think this is a bad thing?"

"Will do."

Mary placed her hand on the man's hand, and then interlocked her fingers with his.

"It's such a huge difference from before - I can barely breathe, I feel like I'm going to be killed."

"But... it's very special." Meili tilted her head slightly, looking like she was still savoring everything that had just happened. "Because I could barely breathe, I actually recalled a lot of things that I couldn't remember before."

"So next time..." Mary took Ian's hand and continued as if they were making a contract, "Go a step further—if you do this, I really won't be able to breathe."

"When I was unconscious, you also felt very excited, right?"

"Let's forget about that..." Ian pulled his hand back to his side, "The current situation is actually pretty good."

"I see." Meili nodded. "I'll remember the way you like it."

"Just remember it—"

Ian pushed Mary gently, and then interrogated her like a criminal.

"Ms. Avalon, you must have said that this was something that had to be done—so what exactly was it that necessitated this? Can you tell me now?"

"Because I need you."

Instead of being afraid during the interrogation, Mary began to look directly into the man's eyes, looking vaguely excited.

"I need you to provide me with magic."

"Mr. Avalon, I should have mentioned that your magical reserves are astonishing."

"Then why don't you just tell me directly?" Ian asked in confusion, "I might be able to help you."

"No."

Mary shook her head.

"If that's the case, you'll just be perfunctory with me. I want you to 'love' me deeply and deeply."

"..."

Ian's expression suddenly became a little helpless.

He knew that she was the kind of person who was loyal to her desires, and it would be like this in the future.

"So what is it that requires so much magic power?"

"I can't tell you—" Mary suddenly kept it a secret, "but you'll know soon—maybe in a week, or the day after tomorrow, or even tomorrow."

"And now..."

The Flower Magician's expression trembled again, and his toes were slightly bent together, looking as if something had been touched upon.

"Ms. Avalon... now we need Mr. Avalon's help."

"..."

Ian glanced at her, and then sighed that there was such a huge difference between this guy's appearance and his inner self.

only--

For him, Mary's suspense today made him very dissatisfied.

must……

Just give him a good "punishment".

"No."

"If you're a cat, you should look like a cat."

"What does a cat look like?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, and then began to exert force with his palms, and soon a human-shaped groove was made in the soft quilt.

"Start today—exercise well every day."

"..."

"Meow~"

What the man didn't expect was that this kind of feeling was exactly what the Flower Magician longed for.

Being extremely sensitive, she actually likes this very much and can even be said to be somewhat devoted to it.

[Meili likes the shame of being "controlled" by you.]

[It seems that she prefers this simple yet extremely brutal method to the normal one.]

This seems...

【It is indeed the best way for you to get along with each other. 】

[You spent several days like this.]

【finally--】

[Your "disguise" to Lancelot is about to begin.]

"..."

Ian was once again back on the streets of Camelot.

Even though Mary had repeatedly told him that no one would find out about this, the man was still somewhat worried.

but--

Everything happened just as Mary predicted.

He was indeed now being mistaken for Lancelot.

"Good morning, Sir Lancelot."

"Knight Lancelot, long time no see."

The series of words made Ian feel a little relieved - he realized that he still underestimated Mary's strength.

As a flower magician, it was quite easy for her to temporarily "tamper" with someone's identity like this.

"Well, good morning."

"Well, long time no see."

Ian responded to these words one by one, and then came to the castle of Camelot.

After all, he is the chief of the Knights of the Round Table, and he knows very well what to do after entering.

only--

Ian didn't expect that as soon as he entered, he saw Altria.

At this moment, she had changed out of her girlish attire from yesterday and replaced it with that of a king.

Sitting in the main seat, she looked dignified and majestic, and was completely different from her yesterday.

But Ian knew—

All this is just an illusion.

The real Altria was a girl as cute as a rabbit, and with a little teasing, she would have a smile that was pleasing to the eyes.

"Sir Lancelot."

Altria took the initiative to speak.

"It seems I haven't seen you for a long time."

"..."

The man's thoughts were brought back to reality.

Then, he smiled and replied, "Yes—after the Battle of Vortigern, I had too many things to deal with, so I haven't been here for the past few days."

"..."

Altria did not doubt Ian's words.

But her expression also froze like frost after the "Battle of Vortigern".