The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"In order for a finger to bend from upright to upright, it must be erected from the beginning."

"..."

"You mean, if you want to be erased, you have to exist?"

"You really do understand me well." Mary nodded, confirming Ian's thoughts. "That's right—the 'you' in this world has actually been forgotten."

"So even so..."

"Ian Pendragon." The Flower Magician directly called out the name of his "master." "It won't have any impact at all—because in this world, you no longer exist."

"Naturally, there will be no possibility of being 'erased'."

【Meili's words gave you inspiration.】

[You understand a lot of things that you didn't understand before - and all of this seems to have been settled long ago.]

【You are an existence that does not exist at this moment. 】

Listening to the inopportune sound of magic, Ian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

This feeling of being denied by the world is indeed the biggest question to a person's existence.

but--

If it's for Altria, it's not unacceptable.

It is more important than anything else that she can escape such a fate.

"What about you?" Ian looked at Mary in front of him. "Is your name also forgotten by this world?"

"of course."

"Merry—I don't exist in this world. Even if you want to erase me, it's completely impossible."

"..."

"..."

Although they had confirmed the "insurance" that the two would not be punished even if they accidentally said the name, Ian was more confused.

"Merry."

"If that's the case—that's not right, is it? Lily... remembers me completely."

"Otherwise, there's no way you would have confessed that level of love to me at a time like yesterday."

"Yes, she does remember you."

"but--"

Mary glanced into the distance.

Altria, wearing a royal robe, was sitting alone on the throne.

The sunlight from outside shone through the high window, falling on the King of Camelot and enveloping her entire body.

It was a picture of extreme loneliness—a king who was not understood by anyone, trying hard to recall the existence of someone who understood his feelings.

"Are you sure she was then, the same as she is now?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Ian stopped Mary from speaking.

"Lily is Lily—how could she be different now? Are you denying everything about her?"

"I didn't mean that."

Mellie reached out and pressed her hand to Ian's lips.

Although to outsiders, such actions may seem a bit strange.

"I just want you to recall what the difference is between yesterday's Artoria Pendragon and today's Artoria Pendragon."

Hearing this, Ian's gaze returned to Altria.

Soon, he suddenly understood.

"You mean—did she ever turn back into a girl?"

"You really do understand Altria." Meli gave him an approving look, which was the highest recognition of the man's words at the moment.

"Yes."

"The difference between her today and yesterday is whether she has realized that she wants to openly acknowledge her feelings for you as a woman."

"I don't know how you two got along before—but there must be some kind of cognitive dissonance between her and you."

"Young Altria will always remember you and consider you a part of herself, so she can speak your name so frankly."

"However, as the king, Altria cannot do this - her heart has been completely occupied by Britain."

"..."

Ian wanted to make some rebuttal to Mary's thoughts.

Because he understood that this was indeed the way he and Artoria got along - as a king, she could not be desecrated, and Britain needed a king without any emotions to rule.

The only one who could be desecrated was her as a young girl.

"How did you find out all this, Mellie?"

"Do you know her that well?"

"I don't know anything about this man," Merry said bluntly. "In fact, in my impression, King Arthur is a much simpler being, even a bit boring."

"It's just that the one you met is interesting to me."

"Also, if you insist on asking how I understood this, I can only say that it was thanks to my last 'simulation' experience that I gained a better understanding of her from you."

"The question I asked her just now was just to prove my point."

"..."

Ian was completely silent now.

He looked at Artoria who was still thinking about all this on the throne in the distance, and his heart was quite complicated.

Yes.

The landing of the Rhongomyniad did not actually change Artoria's expectations of herself.

Instead, in a rather unique way, she “locked” all her emotions into that day.

This is my own mistake.

If I hadn't been with her...

"If you think it's okay if you don't meet her, that's impossible."

It was as if Mary could see through Ian's thoughts and directly penetrated his ideas.

"Do you think it was really a coincidence that Altria 'recognized' you on the streets of Camelot? Don't forget, our identities had already been hidden long before that."

"There's no way this could just be a coincidence."

"No matter how many times, I think she will definitely get to know you and develop this situation with you, and she won't feel regret or sadness about it."

"Isn't it possible that the only thing she's unhappy about is not meeting you earlier?"

"Ian, I think... you are the link in her fate that cannot be severed."

"..."

Facing Mary's gaze, Ian began to dodge.

He couldn't admit it so directly - admit that he was the root cause of Artoria's turmoil.

"Let's not talk about this for now."

"Merry, now that you've accepted Merlin's identity—how are we supposed to proceed with this situation?"

"You...must have thought about it, right?"

"not at all."

Mary spread her hands.

"I just suddenly wanted to do this after I learned something."

"Any other information?"

"Yeah." Mary nodded.

"Just like the Guinevere we knew is already dead—"

"There is no such thing as Guinevere in Camelot."

"so……"

Mary blinked and then lifted Ian's chin.

"Will you become this Guinevere?"

751. Meili: It's time to serve Altria, Ian (4k)

"..."

For some reason, after listening to what Mary said at this moment, Ian felt that there were not many waves in his heart.

perhaps--

After knowing that Altria had completely different attitudes when facing herself and when facing others, she felt that everything else was so insignificant.

"Merry."

"You must have your reasons for saying that, right?"

"tell me."

Facing the man's "questioning", Mary's face remained expressionless.

"Um……"

"Guinevere doesn't exist in Camelot—it seems to be a lie perpetrated by Merlin."

"But Ian, have you ever thought about what would happen if 'Guinevere' didn't exist at this time and Lancelot was dead?"

"..."

The answer to the question is obvious, especially for those who have actually experienced these things, it is easier to discover.

"Are you saying... they shouldn't have offspring at all?"

"You are indeed the one who understands me the most."

"That's right." Merry nodded. "Since Lancelot is dead and Guinevere doesn't exist, then there shouldn't be a child named Galahad."

"That giant cross shield in Mashu's hand shouldn't exist either."

"This……"

After connecting all the causes and effects together, the problem that Mary mentioned at this moment is indeed the most serious one.

That's right.

If Lancelot died on the night of revenge, and Guinevere was actually just a lie made up by Merlin...

Then Galahad would never have appeared.

If he hadn't appeared, Mashu wouldn't have been subconsciously given that giant cross shield whose name no one knew but whose shape resembled a round table.

"No, Mellie."

"If that's the case... then wouldn't the future have already been changed?"

"It stands to reason that this is indeed the case."

"but--"

Mellie took Ian's hand.

At this moment, disguised as "Merlin", she is the most stable magician in the court in the eyes of outsiders, and Ian in front of her is "Lancelot" himself.

"The fact that we're still here means the cause that brought us back here still exists."