The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Gently lifting the flower magician's beautiful silver hair, the man saw the girl waiting for him with a blushing face but an expressionless face.

Ian pressed Meili's neck and whispered a command in her ear as she trembled all over:

"Tell me from the bottom of your heart—"

"Today, you just want to be a pampered cat."

The reply came quickly. Ian looked at Mary, who had posed like a cat, waiting for him to play with her, and his expression seemed a little helpless - she really liked being treated like this.

However, this is much more interesting than I imagined - because Mary is indeed very obedient and much more docile than I imagined.

Ian skillfully played with Mary in the manner of cat training, leaving a series of slap marks on her cheeks that were extremely obvious but not very painful.

This method should have caused pain to Mary, but it actually made her more involved, and her two feet began to twist on the ground.

"I like it... I like it very much..."

"I love you so much..."

Looking at Mary, who was trembling and unable to speak, Ian felt that he had an inexplicable sense of conquest.

However, this is just the beginning.

Ian turned Mary, who was so happy that she was a little unconscious, over like turning an egg.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the man's playful mood also came up.

"You little kitty, have you been holding yourself back these past few days and forcing yourself to endure it?"

"Yes..." Mary stammered as her neck was gently rubbed. At this moment, she had completely immersed herself in her cat identity. "So lonely..."

"I really can't do anything with you..."

"Having said that, if you don't do something——"

Ian asked Mary to do a split and said with some affection:

"Then you are not worthy of being the master."

I don’t know how long it will take.

Ian found himself with a strange Mellie——

Now, if I touch her slightly, I will immediately see her coming over like a cat and rubbing my cheek.

"What's wrong with you?" The man couldn't help but ask the flower magician who was in close contact with him.

"do not know."

Mary answered her "master" expressionlessly.

"It seems like I like it so much—now whenever you touch me, I can't help but get closer..."

"Now... it's coming again."

As Mary finished speaking, Ian felt a little stickiness from her again.

"..."

Ian felt helpless.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to calm down alone?"

"Do not."

Mary answered Ian's question almost without hesitation.

She completely ignored how indulgent and unreasonable she was in front of him, and kept holding the man's hand with her love.

"I just like this—the feeling of being held in your arms..."

"So happy... I love you so much..."

"It never feels good to be loved by you in this kind of thing."

"but--"

Ian gently picked up Mary and began to walk under the moonlight with her clinging to him.

"I'll give you permission to do this today. Be a happy enough cat."

"Ahhh...that's great."

Two people appeared in the desert at night, walking in the moonlight.

Ian suddenly found that this seemed quite interesting.

He simply hugged her tighter, allowing Mary and himself to "merge into one" and become pilgrims in this desert.

"Merry—"

"You are really obedient."

"Ah...I only listen to you."

"..."

Feeling that there was a slight change in Mary's voice, Ian temporarily stopped thinking of using her to water the desert.

"what happened?"

"Sayaka... why didn't you come with us?" The Flower Magician suddenly asked.

"..."

"She's helping us settle the mountain people," Ian said truthfully. "She probably won't be around for a while."

"But I believe—"

"She will definitely come to us."

"You seem to like her very much." Mary continued.

"Are you jealous again?"

"Yeah." Meili nodded and pointed to her pale lips. "Is it because she knows how to please better than me?"

"There are still many people who are better than you in pleasing."

Ian pinched Mellie's cheek.

"But it's not because of this—you should know that her physique is very special, right?"

"I have always been more concerned about girls like this."

"Well, I'm actually poisonous too," Meili said, reciting from the script. "It's the kind of poison that you can't help but crave once you touch it."

"You guy..."

Ian couldn't help but laugh.

"If you keep talking nonsense like this, I'll try it myself."

"You know what's going on without even trying—can't you feel it now?"

"but……"

Mary, whose eyes were almost filled with love, looked at Ian who was hugging her.

It can be seen that no matter what the man does to her now, this cat will never resist and will be very obedient.

"Master... don't you feel that something seems amiss along the way?"

"..."

Ian paused for a moment.

"what do you mean?"

"In fact, many things along the way are just coincidences, right?"

“There is even very deliberate guidance.”

Meili leaned against the man's chest and rubbed against him as if demanding something.

"But the Holy Lance seems to be resisting us from reaching its location."

"..."

Smelling the faint scent of Mary's petals, which symbolized his obedience, Ian noticed the wall of light not far away.

It still shines there, looking like an incredibly brave soldier.

"You mean to say that some people want us to find the Rhongomyniad, and some people don't want us to find it?"

"..."

Mary nodded, then buried her head in the man's clothes.

"Master, I was thinking—"

"Could it be that the Knights of the Round Table have split into several factions this time?"

808. Joan of Arc: This is your father/Lily's family education (4k)

"The knights... split into several factions?"

This was an answer Ian had never imagined.

Or should I say...

He never thought in this direction.

After all, the original Knights of the Round Table completely followed Artoria's orders as their code of conduct.

And there can obviously be only one Altria - that means the Knights of the Round Table should also have a unified opinion.

If we follow this line of thought...

Does this mean that there are people among the British knights who do not support the king's orders?!

"This is unlikely..."

Ian gasped.

"Are they really the kind of people who would betray Altria?"

"I don't believe this happened."

"I can't believe it either." Merry, lying on the man's chest, exhaled slightly, "But in fact, this should be the case - otherwise, how could Bedivere become like this?"

"..."

Ian couldn't refute what Mary said.

Others were fine, but this flower magician had actually lived in Britain—her views of the country weren't necessarily any worse than mine.

"If that's the case... Meili, what do you think we should do?"

"I do not know."

Mary rubbed the man's chest gently.

After having enough to eat and drink tonight, she is more docile than a cat.

"But I will do what you do—that much is absolutely certain."

"..."

"is it?"

Ian said nothing more, but silently pushed Mary down a few more inches.

In the other person's eyes, which were gradually blurred but much clearer than before, he whispered:

"I hope... my choice won't be wrong."

Have a night's rest.

However, Ian felt that his body had not recovered very well.

But he was not surprised - after all, resting with worries is not really rest at all.

When I opened my eyes, all around me was still endless yellow sand.

And having gotten what she wanted, Mary no longer pestered the man like before.