The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"What if it was me who did this?"

"It's you……?"

"Yes." Morgan nodded. "I was the one who led the 'reproduction' of the Rhongomyniad. This one, and the one in Gray's hand, are both my 'works'."

"Now that you know this, you should be able to accept this kind of thing, right?"

"Of course, if we talk about the degree of completion, then this one is naturally better now."

"Gray's... is a defective one."

"..."

Ian was silent for a while before asking another practical question.

"So why are you doing this?"

"There must be a reason, right?"

"Reason?" Morgan smiled, then took the man's hand, allowing it to appear in the sight of both of them at the same time, and become the focus of each other.

"Isn't this the best reason?"

"Being here again and seeing each other is the best reason for me to do this."

"..."

These words obviously had other meanings, so Ian did not respond to Morgan.

But the other party didn't mind and kept approaching until he threw the man to the ground in Atlas Courtyard.

Dust flew everywhere, and the princess placed her hands beside Ian's ears, appearing authoritarian and possessive.

"Ian, my husband—"

"Stay here with me forever."

"We can live here forever. No one can disturb us, and no one can separate us."

As she said this, Morgan's skirt slipped slightly like a long-awaited actor, allowing the man to glimpse the princess's unfathomable bosom.

"you can--"

"Do whatever you want to me here."

"You don't have to worry about time running out or about us getting old and dying."

"Will you stay with me forever in this homeland on the other side?"

"..."

Ian didn't say anything, but hugged Morgan in his arms and kissed her hard.

Such a reaction clearly agreed with Morgan's idea of "staying here forever" without any deviation.

however--

After such a passionate kiss, what reached Morgan's ears were words that were enough to freeze Morgan's smile in an instant.

"you--"

"Not Morgan?"

"what?!"

After hearing what Ian said, the princess immediately suppressed her smile.

"Why am I not Morgan?!"

"But you're not Morgan—"

The man spoke gently, and then carefully lifted back the other person's long hair, which had fallen down due to excessive movement and looked a little messy.

"My Lady Princess will never give up her title."

"But you're different!"

Morgan retorted.

"I let you call my name because you are special!"

"Really? That really makes me happy." Ian's expression became a little complicated. "But my uniqueness is not a reason for the princess to give up her own title."

"You...are really not Morgan, right?"

"..."

"Morgan" wanted to refute Ian, but found that the other party's eyes were even sadder than his own.

It felt as if he was the one whose identity was denied.

At that moment, "Morgan" was speechless.

"According to you—" she spoke like a machine, "If I'm not Morgan, then who is it?"

"I do not know."

Ian looked at her with sad eyes.

"But since you activated the teleportation magic circle for me, and now you appear here—"

"I think it's probably because they want me to see something shining in the Rhongomyniad?"

"Want you to see the existence that shines in the Rhongomyniad?"

Morgan muttered these words softly, and then became a little confused.

"Why should I...do this?"

"I don't want to do this at all—Ian, you're talking nonsense. I just want to exist in this time and space with you forever!"

"I'm 'Morgan' and I know everything about her!"

"You... just pretend you don't know anything, isn't that good?"

"If she can do it, I can do it too!"

"But I can't do that."

Ian held the "Morgan" in front of him into his arms and explained softly.

"This world does not exist—"

"Even if there is a world called 'you', we cannot simply accept its existence."

"Yeah, if I thought of you as 'Morgan', I wouldn't have to think so much—but I'd be betraying those who trusted me."

"No."

"Not even 'Morgan'."

"..."

After listening to Ian's words, the figure in his arms was silent for a long time before continuing.

"That is to say——"

"You don't love 'Morgan' at all?"

"That... the woman you originally fell in love with."

"Of course I love 'her'—" Ian said without disguising it, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be so overwhelmed with emotion right now just because 'you' are the same as 'her', right?"

"But……"

"There are many things that are more important and more necessary to accomplish than this kind of love."

"So... I'm sorry."

"I won't stay, never—you can curse me for it, you can call me names for it."

"But I hope to stand before her and be a hero, that's all."

There was another moment of silence.

The air seemed to become stagnant as the man spoke.

“I see…I see…”

Morgan's figure gradually faded away.

"Is this the ending that 'I' and 'her' deserve? I feel a little bit unwilling no matter how I think about it."

"There's no way I can make you give up on this world."

"but--"

"As if this is the one who deserves to be called 'us'."

"Ian..."

"what?"

"nothing."

"Morgan" got up from the man's body. At this moment, she had faded so much that only an unrecognizable outline remained.

Apparently, the man was right—she wasn't really "Morgan."

"I just want to know, if one day I am in trouble, will you come to save me at all costs like you are doing now?"

"Will do."

"Absolutely."

"I will risk my life to save you even more than I have now."

"Yeah……"

A faint smile appeared on Morgan's face.

It seemed to be her heartfelt emotion, which at this moment condensed into the most real flower.

"I can rest assured that."

"Go-"

"Take the Rhongomyniad, the Spear that Shines at the End, and touch the final truth."

A momentary flash of light.

When Ian came to his senses, he found that he was still standing there, not moving forward as if possessed, as he remembered.

Gray, standing before him, was looking at the man with a worried look on her face while holding the Rhongomyniad, which had transformed into the Grim Reaper.

"Mr. Ian, are you okay?"

"..."

"No, it's okay." The man replied.

"Really?" Gray held Ian's hand. "I saw you were distracted just now."

"It's really okay."

"That's good—" Gray breathed a sigh of relief, then revealed a worried expression.

"By the way..."

"It's true that it's transformed into the Grim Reaper, but will it really be okay if I pick it up?"

"..."

Thinking back to what he had just experienced, Ian nodded.

"Will not."

"There will be absolutely no problem—I can guarantee it."

"..."

Since Ian said so, Grey naturally didn't hesitate at all.

She walked forward and directly grasped the Grim Reaper, which was transformed from the Rhongomyniad, and found that the dangerous aura from before was no longer there.

"It worked, Mr. Ian!"

"..."