The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Because he completely understood his idea.

Just as he was the eldest son that he and Morgan were most proud of, Gawain's recognition of Britain had reached an unprecedented level of pathology.

Like his mother, he has come to regard that homeland and that kingdom as a part of his life.

But no one has ever noticed or understood all this.

It was not until thousands of years later that this obsession flooded the holy city of Jerusalem like a flood.

"You did something wrong, and it was extremely wrong."

"but--"

Ian, who was a little dazed, bent down and hugged Gawain Alter.

"Just because you made a mistake doesn't mean there's no chance to fix it."

"..."

Gawain Alter looked up at his father, his voice trembling.

"Do I really still have a chance?"

"There will be."

Ian said gently.

He understood this feeling all too well.

Wrong persistence will eventually lead to bitter consequences.

"Gawain, nothing in this world remains constant."

"Let go of your obsession with Britain - it's the past, and we have to move on."

"as well as……"

The image of Altria echoed before Ian's eyes.

She is so beautiful when she smiles in front of me.

"Altria..."

"She's just an ordinary girl."

"..."

Gawain Alter understood something at that moment.

"I see."

"It's my fault..."

The light of sunrise slowly fell on the land soaked in blood.

The British flag, along with the knight who had stood firm to the king's presence, turned into particles and dissipated in the wind.

"Finally understand..."

"Very good……"

Excalibur Galatine is not just a simple sword.

With a thud, Ian fell to the ground with a forced smile.

Naturally, the crowd became excited in an instant.

But only Mary remained expressionless. She came to her senses and "intimidated" all the girls.

"Let me do it—"

The Flower Magician touched her chest.

"It's time to return some of the things I borrowed from him."

818. Meili's Special Treatment/A Deeper Round Table Mystery

late at night.

Somewhere in the holy city of Jerusalem.

"..."

Ian felt waves of breath passing over his face, as if to take away all his uneasiness.

The man opened his eyes.

What he saw was Mary sitting on him, motionless.

That expressionless look made it seem as if time had stood still.

"Awake—"

The Flower Magician's voice came faintly, as if asking the man what he had for breakfast today.

“It’s faster than I thought.”

"Sure enough, your vitality is very strong."

"..."

Ian was about to respond to Mary's words, but the moment he stood up, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his arm.

The man reacted instantly—the wound from the Excalibur Galatine was still on his body.

And Mary's next words quickly verified the man's thoughts.

She gently held the man down and "nailed" him to the bed under her.

"No need to get up—"

"Otherwise, given your current physical condition, I can't guarantee what the consequences will be."

"..."

Although it seemed that Mary had other intentions when she said this, Ian had to admit that what she said was correct at the moment - at least for now.

no solution anymore.

I can only lie down for the time being.

"Merry."

"What about the others..."

Ian looked at the room where only he and the Flower Magician were, and couldn't help but ask this question.

And Mary smiled calmly - it was a smile that came from the heart, even with a hint of "success".

"That's naturally 'away' from us."

"'Away' from us?"

"Yeah." The Flower Magician nodded.

"I--"

"I don't like having other people watching me when I do this kind of thing."

"Especially... when you want to go further."

Before the man could respond to Mary's words, the Flower Magician had already taken action.

The magician's robe used for going out fell like a leaf blown by the wind, silently covering the land of Jerusalem.

Then, in the faint moonlight, Ian saw Mary with a somewhat troubled expression.

"Merry, you..."

"That's not a good time, is it?"

"That's when you need me," the Flower Magician replied.

"what?"

"Just wait—this time, I'll do it myself."

Meili did what she said.

She showed her courage in front of the man, as if she was afraid that he didn't know what she meant.

Ian looked at the Flower Magician who was working so hard. Although he didn't quite understand her intentions, he still tried very hard to cooperate with her.

At least--

Mary is worth it.

The man thought so, and then wanted to respond as usual to this little cat who worked hard and made progress in front of him.

only--

Something unexpected also happened at this moment.

Although Ian had completely mastered the rhythm of the meow, Mary suddenly grabbed the man's hand at that critical moment and once again took back the initiative to speak.

With an air of ambiguity that didn't quite fit the night, the cat Mary bent down and leaned against Ian's chest.

"No."

"This time—you can't do the same things as before."

"..."

Seeing that Ian was confused, Mary continued to "order".

"Not at all."

"This time, you must listen to me."

"..."

Even though he didn't know why Mary did this, Ian nodded when he thought of his previous promise to her.

But this way.

Tonight's tryst has taken on a new meaning—isn't this...

Forget it.

Let’s just understand it in this way.

Meili will definitely give herself an explanation.

In fact, the man's understanding of the flower magician can be said to have reached perfection.

With the rise and fall again and again, Mary, who has reached the limit of human beings, tries again.

Only this time, her destination was a little deeper than before.

There was a crash.

There was something new on the Flower Magician's magician robe.

"Owner--"

Mary, who had completely transformed into a cat, looked at him in front of her and said expressionlessly.

"Finally it's almost done."

"It's time... to take medicine that will be enough to change the current state of my body."

"..."

Looking at her in front of him, Ian suddenly recalled the time when he met Minamoto no Raikou in Heian-kyo.

She was doing exactly the same thing as she was doing at this moment.

"Merry, you..."

"Please don't be polite."

The Flower Magician put his arms around the man's neck.

"Tonight was created for this moment."

"..."