The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"It's really beautiful."

Ian took Mary's hand and politely performed a standard knight's salute to the maids and head maids who had taken great pains to dress her up.

"thank you."

"If it weren't for you, Guinevere wouldn't be so beautiful."

"Nothing."

The head maid also responded politely, "Lancelot."

"It's Miss Guinevere's natural beauty."

"So--"

The head maid glanced at Lanlost and then at Guinevere.

"Since both of you are satisfied, we will retire with our mission accomplished."

"Ah."

【Merry's pre-wedding look is finally finished perfectly.】

Things are developing according to the established course of history, without too much deviation.

【All of this seems to be going quite smoothly.】

You think this feeling is rare—after all, there are always unexpected things that interfere.

But at least, this time it went smoothly.

pat-

pat-

Ian took Mary's hand and walked with her on the road leading outside.

Soon, the two will arrive at the wedding venue arranged for them by King Arthur Altria.

"Ian."

Meili's voice sounded at this moment, drawing the man's thoughts and attention.

Ian turned sideways and saw Mary lifting her veil and looking at the man next to her.

Although her face was expressionless, for some reason, the man could feel that she was inexplicably excited.

correct.

It's the hand.

She held on tightly, like a little girl holding her favorite doll, so she had no intention of letting go.

"..."

"What's wrong?" Ian's voice became a little gentler. "We're already here - is there anything else bothering you? My Lady of Avalon."

"It's not a problem."

"I'm just wondering—"

Mary looked towards the end of the corridor.

That was the only way outside, and it was also the end of their time alone.

"Don't you suspect that I arranged this?"

"Did you arrange it?"

"Yeah." Meili nodded, then continued, "I told you that I love you very much - don't you think that everything we've experienced along the way was arranged by me because I love you so much?"

"That's how it should feel, right?"

"Or--"

Mellie grabbed Ian's arm.

"Your idea is even more intense than this?"

"..."

For some reason, Ian always felt that Mary was asking him this question in a very serious manner.

"Merry."

"Why do you think so—do you think I'm right to doubt you?"

"Ah."

Mary nodded without any concealment, as if she was simply admitting that she "loved" Ian.

"It is indeed the case."

"Everyone who knows me, or should I say anyone who has come into contact with me, naturally doubts everything about me."

"Everything I do is questionable—this is probably the meaning I've been given since I appeared in this world."

"..."

Ian jerked awake.

He suddenly understood why Mary had such an expressionless face from beginning to end.

because--

Since everyone will naturally be suspected no matter what they do, then their expressions should be no exception, right?

If even facial expressions are suspected, then there should be no expression from the beginning.

Anyway...

Whether you cry or laugh, quarrel or make a fuss, there will only be one result in the end.

That is to make people suspect whether there is any other intention behind this.

So--

Why not just not show any expression from the beginning?

In this way, people will understand that you have no other intentions and it is the best choice.

"..."

Ian's hand gently stroked Mary's cheek over and over again.

The latter leaned on his hand obediently and asked softly:

"what happened?"

"Is my question difficult to answer?"

"No." Ian shook his head. "That's an easy question to answer—I can answer it for you right now."

"Yes."

"I have doubted you, and I have doubted you at every moment before—but only before."

"From now on, you are no longer a person worthy of suspicion or an object of suspicion in my eyes."

"Merry, be my most loyal partner and serve me."

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ian felt a warm sensation on his fingers.

By the time she reacted, there were already two lines of tear marks on Mary's face.

"Why are you crying..." Ian gently wiped away the tears, "Does what I said make you sad?"

"Eh?"

"Am I...crying?"

Mary shook her head, looking as if she was trying to wipe away the tears.

"So—are you going to be the first one to trust me?"

"My husband."

Ian's hand gently pinched his nose.

"Miss Guinevere's husband."

"..."

"understood."

The two looked at each other, and then said no more. They just walked hand in hand towards the direction of the light.

"By the way—you didn't lie to me, did you?"

"I do not know either."

"do not know?"

"Well... because I can't really tell if I'm lying or not."

The corridor eventually ends.

After the whisper, the two came outside.

A grand wedding begins.

All the Knights of the Round Table came to the wedding scene according to King Arthur's instructions and looked at Lanlost and Guinevere.

This is the highest honor.

Only the Knights of the Lake who made outstanding contributions in the Battle of Vortigern are qualified to enjoy this.

of course.

Ian knew that the man standing here should have been another man.

but--

For the sake of Artoria, even though it goes against my conscience, I still have to do this.

The people of Camelot took to the streets to witness the knights from foreign countries finding their own happiness in this kingdom.

Cheers, flowers, applause.

The aroma of wine filled the air on the street, exuding a slightly sweet glow.

Everything that belonged to the wedding spread to every corner of Camelot like sunshine at this moment, and the happiness of the wedding was passed to these people like the wind.

finally--

Ian, disguised as "Lancelot", and Merry, disguised as "Guinevere", came to Altria.

This is the final testimony.

The two of them will complete this wedding with Altria's blessing.

"In the name of King Arthur—"

Artoria thrust the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) in front of the two.

It serves as a testimony to guarantee that everything that is said next is genuine and can never be violated.

"Your marriage will be forever protected by the kings of Britain."

"The glory of Camelot will always shine upon you."

"The Knights of the Round Table will also be your protectors."

Cheer, then jump for joy.

Altria's speech pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

Amidst the noise, Ian, who was disguised as "Lancelot", bent down and picked up Mary, who was disguised as "Guinevere".

Kiss, then look at each other.

Ian could feel that Mary's emotions were becoming more and more rich.

She leaned close to his ear, as if wanting to say something sweet.

But in the end—