The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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He stood up and gave a standard knight's apology salute to Black Jeanne.

"sorry."

"It's indeed my fault—I didn't expect Sir Ian to care so much about a knight like me. I'm truly sorry."

"..."

Although she was very unhappy, Black Jeanne was not the kind of girl who would care about trivial matters.

Seeing Bedivere's apologetic look, she, who was angry just now, has become much gentler.

"Forget it. Since it was my brother who chose to do this this time, I shouldn't blame you."

"but……"

Black Jeanne looked at Bedivere and then at Ian.

"Could it be that you two know each other?!"

"..."

Before Ian could answer, Bedivere gave his answer first.

He just nodded very seriously, and then expressed his gratitude to Ian.

"Yes."

"Sir Ian is the knight I most admire, and the chief among the Round Table."

"I...never expected to meet him at a time like this!"

"But then again—"

Bedivere looked at Black Jeanne, who was still acting coquettishly in Ian's arms, and his eyes also showed some confusion and doubt.

"You just said you were Lord Ian's sister...but why have I never heard him mention such a thing?"

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

Black Jeanne d'Arc and Bedivere both looked at Ian at the same time. Although their reasons might be slightly different, they both wanted the man in front of them to give a reasonable explanation.

But how could such an answer be so easy to come up with?

Just when Ian didn't know how to answer, Mary beside him spoke first.

"It's all destiny."

"Is it fate?" After hearing Mary's mysterious explanation, Bedivere's eyes fell on the flower magician.

He felt that the other person looked familiar, but for a moment he didn't know where he had seen such a person.

But Mary didn't give Bedivere time to think carefully. She quickly continued:

"Instead of wasting time on such boring things as why we are gathered here, shouldn't we find out what is going on?"

"Don't you... think so?"

Although they still had many doubts in their hearts, both Black Jeanne and Bedivere now understood that what Mary said was right.

And probably in order to "take credit" from her brother, the dragon girl quickly spoke first:

"elder brother--"

"I was the one who stopped Fafnir's flames."

"You... made it stop?" Ian was still a little surprised by the answer.

After all, Black Jeanne d'Arc doesn't look like someone who would do that.

"Yes." The dragon girl nodded. "After all, I saw my brother trying to break through and come back. Its flames seem to be the biggest obstacle, right?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

Ian gently stroked Black Jeanne's messy hair.

After going through this series of events, the girl already looked exhausted.

"Of course I'm afraid—" Black Jeanne murmured softly, "But compared to being afraid of that light, I'm more afraid that my brother won't come back to me."

"If that's the case...it's more terrifying than killing me."

"..."

Ian said nothing more, but lowered his head silently and kissed Black Joan of Arc on the forehead.

As the girl blushed, he looked at Bedivere and asked another question.

"Why did the light disappear? Isn't this the king's order of exile for you?"

"This one……"

Bedivere looked a little embarrassed.

"I don't understand what exactly happened here—but these are all the words Gao Wenqing said."

"I think... there shouldn't be anything wrong."

Gao Wen...

The moment he heard the name, Ian felt his breathing quicken.

That is the offspring that he is most proud of.

Can't be wrong.

The British Round Table must have reunited at this singularity in some unknown way.

Moreover, this seems to involve an extremely complex chain of cause and effect regarding Altria.

But regardless, it's a situation worth figuring out for yourself.

after all……

She's right there.

As if she could see through Ian's thoughts, before the man could open his mouth to express his thoughts, Mary beside him revealed his intentions first.

"If that's the case—"

"Bedivere, can you take us back to where you came from?"

"You also want to know why it turned out like this, right?"

"..."

Bedivere hesitated.

Because he knew that doing so would be tantamount to disobeying the orders of his own king—

but……

Is the current situation really worth persisting in?

Is the king who exiled himself still the same king?

Ian fully understood Bedivere's concerns. He gently patted the young knight's shoulder and said:

"Believe me—Altria wouldn't be the type to do something like this."

"..."

Bedivere was silent for a long time, then nodded.

"I understand."

"In that case, please let me take you back to that place!"

The former young knight once again disobeyed the king's orders.

805. The Return of the Round Table Meeting? / Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu's Journey (4k)

early morning.

A small team of several people was moving quickly.

In the sky, there were the two sisters Jeanne d'Arc riding the dragon Fafnir.

The child named Lily was sandwiched between them, one in front and one behind. She looked a little uncomfortable with the oppression and her eyes looked a little unhappy.

Following the dragon underground is the mecha goddess Athena.

Ian and Bedivere sat on His shoulder armor, while Mary stood on the other side, looking into the distance expressionlessly, as if she was thinking about something.

The atmosphere seemed a little silent.

Ian, who felt that this was not a good idea, quickly took the initiative to break the atmosphere and asked directly:

"It looks like—"

"The place you left is much farther than you imagined."

"It's been like this for so long, but I still haven't been able to see it."

Just as the man said at this moment, although Bedivere showed everyone a way, the journey was much longer than they had imagined - everyone had been flying like this for a whole night, but still had not seen the things Bedivere described.

"This……"

Bedivere frowned.

It can be seen that he doesn't seem to be very confident about it - but this is not surprising. If he can really remember the route completely, he would not be a normal person.

"No problem, it's this way."

Meili suddenly spoke at this time.

She was standing just now, but now she has come to Ian's side and grabbed his arm.

"I've been following the trail on the road—the concentration of magic in this direction is getting higher and higher."

"..."

Ian understood what Mellie meant.

The higher the concentration of magic power, the more likely the group is heading towards a crowded place.

After the mysterious visitors from Egypt were eliminated, the most likely place to come into contact during this period was the so-called "Britain".

"Did you hear that, Bedivere?" Ian used his free hand to gently pat the young knight's shoulder. "Don't worry, you have a good memory—we will definitely find the king."

"..."

Ian's overly considerate words touched Bedivere's expression.

He couldn't help but say:

"You and Wang are really similar in nature."

"but--"

Bedivere's gaze passed Ian and came to Mary on the other side.

"Who on earth is this person... He looks very familiar to me, but I can't remember who he is right now."

"..."

Before Ian could answer, Mary started talking to herself.

"You probably know Merlin."

"Eh!"

Bedivere immediately reacted after Mary said this.