The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

But you know, you have your own things to do.

[Putting aside other considerations, this is the most correct approach.]

"you……"

King Arthur Artoria Pendragon looked at the "Lanlost" in front of him, and his tone became much heavier.

"Are you leaving Camelot and going back to France?"

"Yes."

Ian performed a knight's salute respectfully to express his respect for her.

"I have stayed in Britain for too long. It is time to go back and take a look at my hometown."

"..."

This is human nature and the most legitimate reason.

Ian understood that the considerate Altria would never refuse.

And this is indeed the case. After hearing about Lanlost's desire to return home, Artoria nodded without much hesitation.

"I understand."

"Indeed—a knight who wanders abroad has the right to return home."

"Then..." Artoria looked at Lanlost from the throne, "Do you need me to send someone to escort you back? Or do you need any other support?"

"You can tell me anything."

"Your honor is worth it for me to do this for you."

"Thank you for your kindness, King. No thanks."

Ian declined Altria's suggestion without hesitation.

"I alone am enough to bring Guinevere and Gaharad back."

"That's it..."

"Ah."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere became silent for a moment.

Ian could clearly feel that Altria was a little reluctant - of course, this reluctance was because Camelot had "lost" a great knight, and it had no other meaning.

Just this is enough to make a man feel distressed.

What he hated the most was seeing Artoria looking so sad.

"Well, thank you for your kindness, King."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back and prepare."

"okay."

After giving a brief and clear answer, Ian turned around and planned to leave.

But just as he reached the gate, Artoria called him.

"Lancelot, wait a moment!"

"..."

Although he had a bad feeling, Ian still stopped and turned around to look at her on the throne.

"King, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Artoria held the sword of Victory (Excalibur), "I just want to ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

"You..." Artoria's expression became complicated, "Do you remember the last battle with Vortigern?"

"of course."

"There were three of us at that time, right?"

"……probably."

"Then who is this other person besides you and me?"

"..."

really.

Ominous premonitions will always turn into reality in the end.

Ian understood that this was a knot in Altria's heart that she had not yet gotten over.

After thinking for a moment, he said:

"king."

“Does it really matter whether you remember that person or not?”

"Of course it's important! He would definitely want me to remember his!"

"Not necessarily—" Ian looked directly at Altria in front of him, "Since he chose to sacrifice himself for you in that battle, it means he thought it was worth it."

"It also means that he thinks your life is more important than his own."

"If that's the case... then he definitely doesn't want to see you sad, right?"

"It's better to look to the future than to dwell on the past. I believe that person must also be hoping that the king will get out of this predicament."

"..."

Artoria's eyes gradually brightened.

"..."

"Lancelot, you are right."

[You finally managed to free Altria.]

[You understand, from now on, she probably won't suffer from such things anymore.]

[This is what you hope to see, and it is also one of the few actions in your journey that slightly interferes with the world.]

But you think it's all worth it—even if it's dangerous.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, the agreed day arrived.

At the gate of Camelot, King Arthur, Altria, and Morgan stopped there.

"Okay, everyone."

Ian, disguised as "Lancelot", glanced at all the knights present.

He gave these people a standard knight's salute and continued.

“No matter how far we are from each other, there will always be a day when we part ways – let’s leave it at that.”

“I will remember my experience here for the rest of my life.”

"Yes, me too."

Artoria looked at Lanlost and Guinevere in front of her, as well as Galahad who was held in Guinevere's arms, and nodded.

"So--"

"That's it for now."

"Be careful on your journey. If you have any questions, you can also write to me. As long as I can help, I will definitely respond."

"Well, thank you for your kindness, King."

"Let's just say goodbye."

Tap tap.

The sound of a carriage could be heard, and the wheels left marks of varying depths on the ground in the field.

"Knights."

"That's all for seeing Lanlost off. From now on, it's time for you to take action."

"Yes!"

As King Arthur, Altria, spoke these words, the knights dispersed one after another.

But in this wave, the girl soon discovered a different person - Morgan.

The farewell is clearly over.

But she still stood there, as if everything had just begun.

"elder sister?"

Altria asked tentatively.

Morgan then came to his senses and saw people dispersing around him.

"It has ended?"

"Well, it's been over for a long time." Altria replied, "What happened to you?"

Morgan's lips moved slightly, and it looked like he was about to say something.

But in the end, she said nothing and just shook her head.

"nothing."

"I'm going back."

"..."

Altria wanted to say something, but when she saw Morgan standing alone, she couldn't say anything.

Ian knew nothing of the kind.

His attention has been completely drawn to Mary.

"To find a suitable river?"

"Ah."

Following this request, the two of them traveled non-stop across the land of Camelot, with the goal of reaching such a place.

However, this does not seem to be a simple matter.

It wasn't until dusk that Ian found a place where he could make Mary stop.

That is……

A river with a fast flow.

"..."

Ian had a bad feeling in his heart.

And this premonition soon turned into reality.

Because what Mellie said next—

"Ian, put Galahad in the tub and send him away."

"..."

This was obviously a very absurd behavior, and Ian's first reaction was naturally to refuse.

"Merry, you..."

"Don't worry, I know what you mean."

The Flower Magician looked at the river in front of him, his expression still as calm as ever.

"I have cast a spell on this child. He will definitely be adopted by someone else."

"But you can't be sure who will adopt him, can you?"