The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

This is indeed a situation where you can only go alone.

but……

Ian looked at his outfit and couldn't help frowning.

Although he had never met the real Guinevere, Ian was very familiar with the "incarnation" who appeared for some reason.

I can’t say that my current outfit is very different from hers, but at least we are not related at all, right?

Can such disguise really be called disguise?

"Merry...I hope my trust in you won't turn into bitter fruit."

Ian thought so, and then walked towards the depths of Camelot's castle.

That was Altria's room - it was where he and she used to have secret meetings.

In that room, I had used many methods to make this girl realize what the shame of youth was.

But now, everything seems to be the same as before, yet it also seems completely different from before.

Fortunately,

Mary always keeps her word.

She said her magic could not be discovered, and it really could not be discovered.

Ian, disguised as "Guinevere", walked deep into the castle of Camelot and occasionally met several patrolling knights.

Their first reaction upon seeing him was, without exception, to perform a standard knight's salute.

obviously--

No one could see through Mary's disguise, no matter who she was.

She still won't lie.

Ian couldn't help but think so.

only--

Although the disguise was successful, Ian didn't dare to say much.

He was still a little worried that his disguise would be recognized.

So……

Just keep moving forward without looking back.

After a simple nod, Ian continued on his way in a hurry.

too familiar.

This road to Altria is all too familiar.

Even with his eyes closed, Ian could understand when to turn and when to go straight.

only--

Before arriving at Altria's room, Ian didn't expect to see such a person.

That is……

Morgan.

The princess of Camelot, a being more qualified to ascend to the throne than Artoria.

At this moment, she had just closed the door.

The expression on her face was very heavy, as if she understood some extremely uncomfortable secret.

However, the moment he saw Ian as "Guinevere", Morgan immediately disguised himself and said:

"Good evening, Guinevere."

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"..."

The moment Morgan's voice reached his ears, Ian felt like he almost grabbed her hand.

My feelings for her have penetrated into my bones.

but……

You can't do this.

Ian secretly pressed his hands, suppressing all the emotions in his heart there.

Even so, his movements still seemed a little strange—it was an unstoppable trembling, as if he might fall down at any time.

Of course, Morgan couldn't have failed to notice this situation.

She asked suspiciously:

"Guinevere, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to call a knight to escort you to a hospital?"

"No, no need."

Ian suppressed his emotions and shook his head.

"It's just a little cold, that's all."

"Really?" Morgan nodded. "That's true. After all, it's already autumn, and it's a little chilly during the wheat harvest. We should be a little careful."

"Ah."

"..."

"..."

Silence fell between the two.

This is not something difficult to understand.

After all, Morgan and Guinevere didn't have many opportunities to meet. Although they lived in the same castle, they were not much different from strangers.

"Excuse me, what are you doing—" Ian asked, glancing at the door behind Morgan.

"Wang, what can I do for you?"

"..."

As if something had hit the nail on the head, Morgan's expression suddenly turned unhappy.

But soon, she hid such emotions perfectly in her heart.

"nothing."

"Just talked to me about some Knights of the Round Table stuff—nothing serious."

"..."

Ian knew Morgan all too well.

He knew that when she said that, something was definitely wrong.

but……

Now is not the time to think about these things.

"I see." Ian nodded. "I'm going to see the king tonight too."

"So--"

"Let's talk about it later."

"it is good."

Morgan wisely made way.

She wouldn't be the type to block the way—that would be too arrogant.

but--

The moment Ian walked past her, Morgan suddenly felt her heart beating faster, and her whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and she suddenly became dazed.

She turned her head and looked at the back of "Guinevere" walking towards the door, her eyes widening a little.

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

Why do I feel like I've given something away?

This isn't right.

This was not the reaction he should have had when he saw "Guinevere".

but……

That's obviously "Guinevere", right?

No matter which part it is, it is definitely "Guinevere".

Otherwise... I should have noticed something unusual the moment I spoke.

No.

There is indeed a possibility of deceiving oneself.

But if that's the case... could it be that Merlin did something?

But why do you have to do this...?

Morgan's suspicion was at its peak at this moment, and she thought about all the possibilities that might have led to the current situation.

but……

There is no answer.

not a single one.

The only thing lingering in her mind was the feeling that she seemed to have missed something and then delivered it to Altria with her own hands.

what exactly is it……

What exactly is this……

Time waits for no one, nor does it stay in the same place forever.

Before Morgan could figure out what was going on in his melancholy and lost mood, the door of the room had already closed quietly.

There was a snap.

Morgan came back to his senses from the feeling of loss.

Nothing seemed to have happened, yet everything seemed to be predetermined.

Ian didn't know any of this.

Because he came into the room.

Altria was still wearing the blue royal robe, sitting there quietly, looking quite calm.

What was different from before was that her room no longer had the girlish touch that was decorated to express her love to Ian—that was enough to move a man and make him understand her feelings.

Instead, it was replaced by an ornament that was serious and solemn enough to be worthy of the status of a king.

"Guinevere, you're here."

Altria said this while looking at "her" in front of her.

Obviously, even King Arthur did not realize that the "Guinevere" in front of him was not "Guinevere".

"Yes," Ian said respectfully.

"King, here I come."

"Sit down—" Altria patted the bed beside her, "Guinevere, come here."

"..."

"it is good."

Same situation, same behavior.

But whether it is identity or purpose, there are very different reasons.