The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

Bedivere suddenly felt that the Mary in front of him was more terrifying than he had imagined.

There was a bang.

The Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) and the Sword of Rotating Victory (Excalibur Galatine) wrestled with each other once again.

Ian could feel that his descendant Gawain had gained a power completely different from before.

Is it the evil black sun above your head?

The so-called never-ending night is this cursed scene.

As the eldest son of himself and Morgan, Gawain was quite special - he had received Morgan's special blessing.

As long as the scorching sun exists, his abilities will be stronger than usual.

Even if——

That might not be the real sun.

of course.

Maybe this should be called a curse.

Moreover, in addition to the "blessing" of Nevernight, his body seemed to have absorbed the influence from Egypt, and possessed a certain degree of immortality.

you can say it this way--

If I continue to fight in the current environment, I may be able to suppress him, but I will definitely not be able to kill him.

This will become a mummy-like deadlock that will continue endlessly.

This is what is called "immortality".

but--

How can this be allowed to happen?

Looking at the aggressive Gawain, Ian's heart was filled with waves of excitement.

It was too late now to figure out what was going on.

But at least...

At least we should help him recover from his obsession.

must.

Otherwise, Morgan would definitely blame himself.

So……

"Gawain——"

The man looked at his offspring in front of him, his voice a little hoarse.

"Do you hate me so much?"

"Just because of that call I never heard?"

"Isn't that natural?"

Gawain Alter roared hysterically, completely lacking his usual elegance as a white knight.

"The king's order is the direction in which the Knights of the Round Table will charge."

"Father…No! Ian Pendragon, you've already broken that, haven't you?!"

Calling someone by their first name seems to be a man's last resort.

"..."

Ian silently raised the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) and slashed towards the location where Gawain Alter was, just like he had done thousands of years ago.

It looked like a father trying his best to teach his rebellious offspring a lesson.

Gawain Alter, naturally, raised his sword, ready to fight back.

however--

Something he never expected happened.

At the moment of the battle, Ian suddenly transformed the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) into particles and "collected" it.

Shila-

Blood flew out.

The Excalibur Galatine pierced Ian's chest.

In the vast expanse of red, the man looked at Gawain, who was standing there in a daze, and said with a wry smile:

"Gawain."

"Then this-"

"Can you finally talk to me properly?"

817. The Truth of the Sacred Realm of the Round Table / Gawain's King's Order (4k)

Ian actually doesn't like gambling.

but now--

He had to become a gambler for once.

The reason is simple.

Gawain is his and Morgan's child.

Of course it's easy to do.

After all, there are "thousands of troops" behind him.

But if that happened, the child that he was once proud of would definitely leave with pain.

Can't do it.

Things like that cannot be done, either in the past or now.

We must find out what exactly happened.

absolute……

Yes.

For some reason, the moment the Excalibur Galatine sword pierced his body, Ian felt an unprecedented feeling that he would definitely win this "bet".

Why do I feel this way?

correct……

Is that Altria?

When it comes to treating herself, she is also a complete "gambler"...

So--

Let's just avoid the vital points and let Gawain recover.

Shila-

The Excalibur Galatine pierced the man's body, causing pain but not fatal.

This was something Ian had already "planned" and was just waiting for the result to appear.

You won't lose.

The man also had an inexplicable obsession in his heart.

And the fact is indeed so -

As the rotating sword of victory (Excalibur Galatine) pierced the place, blood flew out, and Gawain Alter's body, which was originally wrapped in obsession, began to warm up slightly.

It got stabbed.

but……

Why does this feel wrong?

why?

He... is clearly the one who broke the oath of the Round Table, right?

but……

Why do you think he shouldn't take your sword?

Gawain Alter wavered.

That was a completely different thought from the previous one when he wanted to kill his father at all costs.

"..."

Seeing Gawain Alter wavering, Ian knew that his "plan" was effective - at least at this moment.

"Finally..."

"Can you finally listen to me?"

The man walked forward, enduring the pain, and approached Gawain Alter little by little.

"Gawain——"

"I don't mean to disobey the King's call."

"but……"

"I certainly didn't hear the king's call, not even for a moment."

"There must be something wrong here—let's go find the answer, shall we?"

Although he was the one who was hurt, Ian's voice was so gentle at this moment, as if he was the one who stabbed Gawain.

Blood slowly flowed down the scabbard of Excalibur Galatine.

"..."

In this situation, Joan of Arc couldn't help but reach out and cover the eyes of the child Lily.

"do not look……"

The Saint Girl's voice was gentle and distressed.

"That's not something you should be looking at."

Although she didn't like being blindfolded, Lily knew that as a mother, Joan of Arc was definitely doing this for her own good.

She snuggled in Black Jeanne's arms, saying nothing, looking as if she was waiting for the end to come.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

Black Jeanne bit her lip.

To be honest, if it were still in the past, she would probably fly over on the magic dragon Fafnir and give the man named Gawain a fierce blow.

only--

not now.

My brother Ian said we can’t go there, so we can’t go there.

hateful!

If it's resolved later, I will definitely go up and slap that guy.

Do not!

Ten slaps!

Ian was unaware of the struggle in the distance; he only felt that Gawain was struggling violently in his heart.

"It seems——"

"You believe that what I said is not a lie, right?"