The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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Perhaps knowing that Ian was fully qualified to know all this, Bedivere was silent for a moment before speaking:

"I should have told you before—"

"The king is exiling us."

"But this so-called exile was actually carried out by Gawain."

"Gawain...?"

Hearing about his proud descendants in Britain, Ian felt his breathing quicken.

"What did he do?"

Sensing that Ian seemed to be getting a little excited, Bedivere quickly added.

"He just did what he had to do—"

"Tell us that the king will come again. The king will be the new master of this land. She will control everything and have everything under her control."

"Those who are willing to follow can swear allegiance immediately; those who are unwilling to follow can leave now."

"Otherwise, he would immediately kill anyone who refused to do so."

"..."

Ian felt his body getting cold.

He knew what this meant - Gawain personally "presided over" this split of the knights.

Tristan and Lancelot were on the side that supported the king.

Yes.

Mary's words came true, just like a prophecy.

But Ian was not surprised. This flower magician seemed to have some special way of making some quite accurate predictions.

This is not the first time.

"So...are there many knights like you who escaped from there?"

"I have no idea……"

Bedivere held the silver wrist that he had added later in life, looking a little lonely.

"I don't believe the king would take such an action."

"I hope to meet the king and persuade her not to do such unreasonable things. If she does that, it will definitely bring about an even more terrible collapse—"

"but I……"

Bedivere lowered his head, and it was obvious that he didn't want to continue talking.

But Ian already fully understood what was going on.

Gawain refused Bedivere's request and wanted to kill such a promising young knight - even though they were former colleagues and partners who had fought side by side.

of course.

The final result was Bedivere's defeat, but he also escaped at the same time, which led to their subsequent encounter.

"this is not your fault."

Ian gently comforted the young knight.

"However, I'm surprised that you didn't side with those supporting the king."

"She would never do such a thing." Bedivere's tone was firm, as if the king he admired was standing before him at this moment. "She is a benevolent king. I always believe in this!"

"..."

Ian nodded.

"Yes."

"I think so too—this doesn't seem like something Altria would do. How could she just sit there and watch you kill each other?"

"I don't approve of this kind of thing, unless she is affected by something!"

Having said this, Ian immediately thought of Rhongomyniad.

This was originally a weapon to kill Vortigern, but it ended up causing Artoria to pay a heavy price afterwards.

"But that possibility shouldn't exist anymore."

"..."

Bedivere was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice.

"that--"

"Ian, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask." The man took a deep breath and adjusted his mood. "As long as I can answer it, I will definitely tell you."

"That……"

Bedivere looked at Joan of Arc who was taking care of the dragon Fafnir not far away, and Black Joan of Arc who was riding on the shoulders of her daughter Lily, but was no longer angry, but very happy.

"They and the king seem..."

"Is it my imagination?"

Bedivere's tone was very cautious. Having been dealing with government affairs for many years, he was still very careful with his words.

Faced with this question, the man did not intend to hide it at all.

"It's not an illusion."

"They do have many similarities—Bedivere, your perception is correct."

"That's it..."

Ian's frankness made the young knight relax a little.

But, it's just some.

He quickly continued to ask;

"Then...why are there children?"

"If Morgan knew, he wouldn't..."

"..."

Now it was Ian's turn to be silent.

After a while, he finally spoke;

"If only she could care—but that's not the case."

"Okay, that's the end of this topic."

Ian looked at the wall of light that had temporarily stopped and temporarily put some thoughts out of his mind.

"Now..."

"Let's first figure out how to break through there!"

Ten minutes later.

Although he knew the whole story from Bedivere, Ian had no good way to deal with the wall of light in front of him.

after all--

This is a wall of light woven by the Spear of the End (Rhongomyniad), and has almost the same magical power as it.

in the end……

How can I make a breakthrough?

"Come up—"

Athena's voice came from behind him, and the man turned around.

He saw that the mecha goddess had bent down and stretched out her hand towards him.

"Athena, you are..."

"Come up and talk—"

"……it is good."

Athena's breastplate slowly opened.

He just walked in under the gaze of everyone.

"This..." Black Jeanne d'Arc didn't expect that the mecha goddess named Athena could put Ian into her breasts. "Will there be any problem?"

"It's impossible."

There was a glint in Jeanne's eyes.

"Sister, no matter what time, you must choose to believe in your brother——"

"As long as he's here...anything is possible."

"..."

Black Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, and then realized some differences between herself and her sister Joan of Arc.

"elder sister……"

"Ok?"

"Next time, tell me more about your past with your brother..."

"Okay~"

"I want to listen too!"

"Yeah, Lily's coming too."

On the other side, in the core area of Athena.

No matter how many times he comes in, Ian is still shocked by the situation here.

At the same time, he would also be very impressed by the power of his "projection" ability - it was like a perfect replica, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had moved something from another world here.

But he knew there was more work to do.

“Athena—”

"You want to open fire?"

"I can't hide it from you, Pegasus."

The screen in front of Ian glowed slightly, symbolizing Athena's will.

"This wall is obviously blocking our way, right?"

"Blow it up—it's the only option!"

"The Goddess of War will not allow anything to stop her!"

"My sister, I really can't do anything about you."

"But..." Ian's mouth curled up slightly, "That's exactly what I want."

Yes--

Now that you know this is something that will hinder you, there is nothing to hesitate about!