The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"I'm sorry, I was so rude—I almost forgot you were getting married."

"I just want to ask you a question."

"Well..." Ian nodded, "Then ask away - as long as I can answer, I will do my best to satisfy you."

"it is good."

Morgan's eyes were fixed on "Lancelot", her slender throat moving slightly.

Finally, a light sentence reached Ian's ears.

"Speaking of which-"

"Altria, did I ever tell you that during the Battle of Vortigern, any of her trusted knights died there?"

"..."

Ian was shocked.

He knew who Morgan was talking about—it was himself, the Chief Knight of the Round Table.

But because of the shining of the Rhongomyniad, the world has forgotten all of this.

of course.

Even though I know it, I must never mention it.

"I don't know—perhaps such a knight does exist, but the king never mentioned such a person to me, so... I can't answer your question."

"Miss Morgan, I hope you can forgive my ignorance."

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan's expression was just slightly stunned, as if he had expected all this.

"Then you can..."

"Can what?"

"Never mind...it's nothing." Morgan made way for him. "Sorry, I stopped you from picking up Guinevere."

"Nothing."

“My inability to answer your question is my incompetence.”

"But—it's time to say goodbye now."

Ian said this, then walked past Morgan and headed straight towards Mary's room.

But what he didn't know was that—

As he walked away, Morgan's eyes never left his back.

Why……

Why do I have the urge to correct him and make him call me "Princess"?

That's definitely not what I should let him shout, right?

Why is this happening...

Morgan in the corridor leaned against the snow-white wall again, his eyes dimmed a lot.

in the end……

Did you forget someone important?

756. Meili's Flower Wedding (4k)

After talking with Morgan, Ian finally arrived at the door of Mary's room.

According to Artoria's wishes, she was arranged to stay in the best guest room in the entire Camelot Castle.

This is second only to Artoria herself and her sister Morgan.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is probably the highest level of reception given by Altria.

"..."

"call--"

Looking at the door in front of him, Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking back, all this was really too bizarre - originally just wanting to figure out what the huge cross shield in Mash's hand was, but now it has turned into a "wedding" for himself and Meli.

Come to think of it, there's a kind of absurdity that really suits her.

but……

Now that things have come to this, no matter how much I regret it, it seems to be meaningless.

The road has come to this point.

If you want to turn back, you will have to face numerous thorns.

No.

Absolutely not.

That is not what you should do - moving forward and not looking back is what you should really do.

Open the door, Ian.

The man said this to himself in his heart, and then gently pushed open the door in front of him.

A creak.

As Ian pushed the thick door, it slowly rubbed out a semicircle that was standard to the extreme on the ground, and finally opened a way for him to go inside.

"'Guinevere', here I come."

Ian said this, and then he just stood there in a daze.

because--

He saw a completely different Mary than before.

Under the care of several maids, the flower magician, whose mind was usually completely distracted from the key points, was sitting there upright, like a girl who was about to become a nun.

No.

It should be said that she is the girl who is going to get married.

Mary took off her magician's robe and put on a white wedding dress. After hearing Ian's voice, she stood up regardless of anything and walked towards the person who called out her disguised "name".

"You came--"

Mary stopped in front of Ian and looked at the man expressionlessly.

"How about it?"

"Do I look good like this?"

"..."

[I have to say, although she can be quite uninhibited when she's uninhibited, when she's dignified, she also has a certain unexpected beauty.]

You swear you've never seen her like this before.

[To be more precise, I've never seen her so captivating before.]

You can't help but wonder if the woman before you is "Merry" or "Guinevere."

【but--】

This doesn't seem to matter.

Listening to the "Simulation Magic", Ian found that what it described seemed to be getting closer and closer to the facts.

But at this moment, the man knew that what he needed to care about was not how powerful the "simulation magic" itself was.

But -

The answer Mellie wanted.

Yes.

Although her face was expressionless, there was an extremely obvious tendency in her words.

So--

There is one and only one answer that can be given.

"You are beautiful." Ian's hand gently stroked Guinevere's head and gently lifted the wedding dress that covered her hair.

The man lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the forehead, as if he had made some kind of powerful contract.

"'Guinevere'—it is my great honor to marry you."

"is it?"

Mary's throat was moving slightly, and the sound of swallowing became clearer.

For her, such a simple and true answer seemed to be the only meaning she needed to care about at the moment.

"That's great."

The love between "Lancelot" and "Guinevere" made all the maids present blush.

Some of them originally suspected that this was just a hypocritical "wedding".

But after seeing the scene at this moment, no one will have such doubts anymore - this is true "love".

"that--"

The head maid asked cautiously.

"Although it seems a bit inappropriate to interrupt at this time, I still want to say... Miss Guinevere's wedding dress is not ready yet."

"Mr. Lancelot...do you think..."

The head maid didn't dare to finish.

After all, she knew that if the knight in front of her named "Lancelot" was really angry, he could kill her with a single sword.

And given his relationship with King Arthur, it's very likely that killing them would not cost anything.

still is……

Be careful.

But Ian is certainly not the unreasonable type.

He nodded quickly, and then said to "Guinevere" who was nestled in his arms:

"Go-"

"Maybe I can see a more beautiful you later."

"Yeah." Merlin still had an expressionless face, but a few blushes quietly crept up her cheeks.

It was a heart-felt throbbing that hadn't been felt in thousands of years.

"I see."

Flower petals fell from the window.

Time passes by little by little without us noticing.

But Ian didn't think there was anything wrong with waiting like this—because he knew that in this unprecedented "virtual magic," he was once again responsible for a girl's happiness.

Can it be done?

No.

There is no question of whether it can be done or not, only doing it well and doing it better.

finally--

While the man was waiting, the bride Mary was finally dressed perfectly.

"Does it look good?"

Disguised as "Guinevere", she turned around in front of him disguised as "Lanlost", looking like she was really going to get married.

"nice."