The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Gawain." The man stretched out his hand with difficulty - as a "gambler", he now wanted to increase the stakes.

"tell me."

“Why on earth did it turn out like this?!”

"You must know!"

"..."

Gawain Alter raised his head and looked at the father he once respected so much.

The blood-red eyes gradually lost their terrifying demeanor, leaving only thoughtful memories.

After a while——

Gawain Alter then slowly spoke:

"The King's return requires the support of this land."

"And the Knights of the Round Table should be the first to express their stance, right?"

"..."

Hearing this answer, Ian felt a tremor in his heart.

He had a bad feeling, and there was a high probability that it would come true.

"so--"

"Are you forcing everyone to take a stand? Gawain Alter."

"Isn't this the natural thing to do?"

Gawain Alter looked directly at his father and spoke word by word.

"King, weren't the Knights of the Round Table formed just for when you need support?"

"Shouldn't those who don't support the king be exiled?"

"..."

Listening to this almost crazy speech, what caught Ian's eyes was Gawain Alter, who was not shaken at all.

Apparently—

This is something he knows, not something that he did overnight or on a whim.

It was like this before, and it is like this now.

"Gawain, do you think this is right?" the man questioned his son.

"King, is the purpose of forming the Knights of the Round Table really just to make you support him all the time?"

"..."

Gawain Alter's eyes became a little confused.

That's the reaction you'll have when you're touched by something incomprehensible.

"If that's not the case—why would she ask us to use her sword's edge as the destination of our charge?"

"Isn't that exactly what she meant when she wanted us to be on her side at all times?"

"Have you ever thought about..."

Ian raised his other hand and gently wiped the blood from Gawain Alter's face.

"Why is she always at the front?"

"..."

Gawain Alter's eyes trembled.

Obviously, what Ian was talking about now was something he had never paid attention to before.

Because it is so natural.

No one would think deeply about this.

"..."

Seeing Gawain Alter fall silent, Ian knew that he had understood something.

only--

I just can't put it into words.

Although I don't want to do this, some cruel facts must be pointed out.

Only in this way can he understand what all of this means.

"Gawain."

"You told me that a long time ago."

"You don't really care who is king, or what the king does - what you really care about is what the king has done for Britain and what he has brought to Britain."

"so……"

Ian looked at Gawain Alter in front of him, and his tone became much more serious than before.

"All this now is just—"

"The one you long for is called the King, right?"

"That is..."

"What you expect a king to do—recover Britain and restore the Round Table."

"But is everything really like this now?"

Ian's words pierced Gawain Alter's eyes like a sharp knife, bringing his memories back to the moment he arrived in the holy city of Jerusalem.

"What a sacred city—"

"If the king could appear here, Britain's glory would surely shine once again."

"Round Table—"

“It won’t disperse.”

It turns out that from the beginning to the end, it was me who couldn't let go of all this?

how so……

King, aren’t you looking forward to all this?

No enemy dares to stand up to the sword.

She is so powerful...

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

But for some reason, although he didn't understand what Ian and Gawain talked about, Bedivere had a feeling that he should go.

but……

The woman next to me named Mary wouldn't let me do this, right?

what……

If you think about it carefully, this guy's personality is really similar to that of Merlin.

Bad and extreme.

Just as Bedivere was thinking this, Merry's voice, as if it could see into people's hearts, reached the ears of the young knight.

"alright--"

"Go over there."

"It's time for you to lend a helping hand to that man."

"Eh, me?" Bedivere was a little overwhelmed by this sudden change.

"Yeah." But Mary looked quite determined.

"Just go ahead and say what you've been holding back for so long. Everything will be over."

"..."

Although he couldn't believe what Mary said, Bedivere knew that he really wanted to go.

Then there is nothing to hesitate about.

"Then goodbye!"

The young knight took advantage of the opportunity he had and without a word ran towards where Ian and Gawain were.

To be honest, he doesn't have much physical strength left.

But this is something that must be done, so even if it puts a heavy burden on the body, Bedivere will never hesitate!

finally--

The young knight came to Ian and Gawain.

The words that had been hidden in my heart for who knows how long, I could finally shout them out to Gawain Alter.

"Gawain——"

"Where the hell is the king?!"

"She would never do such a thing! Let me see the king!"

"..."

Gawain Alter's gaze instantly shifted to him after Bedivere finished speaking.

If it was just suspicion before, then the words from another colleague at this moment directly broke through Gawain Alter's last psychological defense.

The blockade of memory is completely released at this moment.

"No one who disbelieves will be allowed on the king's land—"

"The king's land is the domain of the Knights of the Round Table."

It was through such words that he killed many "rebels" who were unwilling to admit that the holy city of Jerusalem was the place of Britain's revival.

The king will care about this.

The King will come here again.

king……

Gawain Alter's eyes widened, a sign that he understood how reckless what he had done was.

Why am I the only one under the British flag...

Because they were all killed.

What on earth did I do?

hiss-

The Excalibur Galatine was pulled out of Ian's body.

But at this moment, it is no longer tainted with evil spirits like before, but has returned to its original appearance.

The evil black sun faded away little by little, and what returned to reality was the sky that was almost dawn.

The faint morning light shone on Gawain Alter, revealing him covered in blood.

Although there is the blood of his father in it, it contains more of the soul of the holy city of Jerusalem.

There was a clang.

The Excalibur Galatine sword in Gawain Alter's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

He knelt on the ground and muttered to himself.

"Father, I..."

"..."

Ian couldn't utter any words of condemnation - even though he had just been pierced through the arm by his descendant.