The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

only--

As he approached the man under the protection of the rain, he saw an indifferent look on his face.

It seemed as if all of this was under the other party's control.

"Lancelot, you are not the only one who can be promoted in this situation."

"what?"

Before Lanlost could understand the true meaning of Ian's words, Ian had already thrown down the Sword of Excalibur Galatine.

The sword that was one with the sun turned into particles and slowly disappeared in front of Ian. Instead, there were several pieces of paper in the man's hand.

but--!

Although it was just paper, Lanlost could feel the extremely terrifying magic on it.

It is probably not an exaggeration to say that the existence it occupies has completely changed at this moment!

"Shuten, Ibaraki...thank you for the wine."

The man said this, and then threw the papers in his hand into the air, letting them fly with the current storm.

“Five Elements——!”

"Listen to my orders!"

In an instant, Yu Shui, who had originally been completely on Lanlost's side, completely became Ian's subordinate under his gaze.

They spun and danced around him, as obedient as tamed wild beasts.

"Ian—"

Faced with this situation, Lanlost was not afraid or terrified. Instead, he felt a little excited because he witnessed the Ian that he had never seen before.

This kind of feeling does not come about overnight, but because the other person is an opponent that you recognize from the bottom of your heart, you can feel this excitement!

"You really hadn't used your full strength at that time, had you?"

"Do not."

Ian stroked the rapidly swirling water beside him, his expression looking very serious.

"Lancelot, I have never relaxed in my battle with you. You are truly formidable, and you are an opponent we cannot take lightly."

"Now... I'm just looking for the most suitable method to defeat you."

"..."

Hearing Ian's praise, Lancelot was silent at first, and then showed a satisfied expression.

"So—you've always recognized me. This is truly pleasing."

There was a clang.

The indestructible lake light (Aroundight) slipped out of Lanlost's hand and fell into the rain that was completely under Ian's control.

Knowing that the overall situation was already decided, he said directly:

"Kill me, Ian."

"Since you are not fighting for the king this time, then one of us must die."

"..."

Ian had mixed feelings.

He knew that Lancelot had always been upright and honest, and it was impossible that he said this because of false surrender.

"Why--"

"Lancelot, why do we have to do this? What orders did the king give you?"

"That's a glorious testimony, Ian."

Lancelot wiped the rain from his face.

"king--"

"To touch the boundary between life and death, and step into the world once again."

"what?"

Ian felt like he had heard something extraordinary.

783. The Appearance of the First Hassan/The Mutual Trust of the Knights of the Round Table (4k)

"..."

After hearing what Lancelot said, Ian felt like his breathing was about to stop.

"The King...will return to the world once again?"

"Lancelot, are you kidding me?"

"Ian, you should know that I am not joking." Lancelot sat down on the ground calmly, looking like a prisoner waiting to die.

"The king wants to do this, the king needs to do this."

"That's why the Knights of the Round Table are here, isn't it?"

"..."

Ian was silent. He couldn't deny Lancelot's words, but he also didn't think that the Artoria in his memory would want to do such an inhumane thing.

He knew her best - she would rather bear all the misfortunes herself than bring harm to others.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible... She is not that kind of person..."

"Whether it is or not—"

"Ian, kill me." Lancelot looked at his old friend calmly. "Give me the fate of a loser—just like in that unjust war."

"..."

Ian suddenly understood at this moment.

Given Lanlost's character, it is impossible for him to allow such inhumane things to happen - like Tristan pointing his arrows at others for no reason.

He had personally demonstrated this during the Hundred Years' War.

So--

It's the same this time, right?

The reason why he came to confront me head-on was probably because he wanted to have such an outcome.

From the beginning to the end, Lancelot still admitted his failure that time - that's why he was so straightforward and chose to believe that he could "kill" him.

"You did it on purpose, Lancelot."

Ian looked at the Knight in the Lake who was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed.

"You never thought you could beat me from the beginning, but hoped I would want to kill you like this, right?"

"..."

"Heh." Lancelot chuckled. It was the helplessness of having his thoughts seen through, but also the joy of having his heart understood by his good friend.

"really--"

"If it's you, you can understand everything."

"I don't understand why the King would do this, but I can't go against my duty as a knight. The King's orders are my purpose."

"But you are different, Ian." Lanlost sighed softly, "You are special."

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to figure out why this happened."

"Can't we do this together?" Ian asked sadly.

The man who had experienced that night of revenge had long understood how valuable a friend Lanlost was.

"No."

Lanlost shook his head without hesitation.

"A knight's sword can only be drawn once."

"Otherwise, I'd no longer be a knight. Please tell Tristan this, too."

"..."

Although Ian wanted to say something, seeing Lanlost's determined look, the last thing he said was something so bland that it couldn't be any blander.

"I understand."

"I'll figure this all out."

"Okay, then it's up to you."

Like an old friend saying goodbye, Ian once again drove the rain across the desert.

Although the fact that it was not local had greatly weakened the power of the Five Elements, facing Lanlost's defenseless appearance, even the smallest murderous intent was enough to make him rest in peace.

"Bye now--"

"My good friend Lancelot."

wow-

The water passed through like a sharp blade, and then flew towards Lancelot's heart without any hesitation.

The Knight of the Lake died with a smile on his face.

Because this time, he knew that his friend would definitely figure it all out and prevent the disaster from happening again.

As the Aroundight faded, the heavy rain that had been sweeping across the battlefield gradually stopped.

The desert turned into a muddy state.

But Ian didn't have the mind to care about such things at the moment - he knew that there was another Tristan outside who also needed to be dealt with personally.

However, he no longer has any psychological burden.

after all……

If even Lancelot felt there was something wrong, then this so-called second coming of the king probably wouldn't be a normal thing either.

The magic power gathers and transforms into a usable form in the shortest possible time.

The Sword of Excalibur Galatine appeared in Ian's hand.

So--

Let’s just get rid of this perverse poet right away.

This time, I have to bear the will of Lanlost!

However, what Ian didn't expect was——

As the battle on his side came to an end, the only person that appeared in the man's eyes was Mary.

No.

To be precise, it should be Meli and the arrows that were gradually dissipating on the ground. Not far away, there was Tristan lying on the ground, his body disappearing, but his hands were still shaking, trying to piece together the bow and arrow that was like a harp.

"No... absolutely not... Isolde sent this to me..."

As Tristan shouted in despair, his sorrow was ultimately unable to reverse the long river of dissipation.

At last……

Only Meili was left. She tilted her head slightly, looked at Ian, and said expressionlessly:

"I heard some very rude words towards you, so I got a little angry."

"Killing him—shouldn't be a problem?"

"After all, this doesn't look like someone who would join us."

When Mary said these words, she was so calm, as if the person she had just dealt with was not the mad Tristan, but a stranger.

but--

This made Ian feel a little better.