The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

She spun in front of Ian, causing the white dress to flutter.

"Mr. Ian, you know what? This is the first time I wear clothes like this!"

"Ok, I know."

Ian felt that his heart was falling into a complicated vortex.

"Then Artorius—"

"Why did you ask me to come here? Do you just want me to see how beautiful you are?"

"no."

Artorius walked up to Ian.

"Mr. Ian, there is something I have been hiding from you."

"My name...is not Artorius, but Artoria!"

"Altria?"

"Yes, it is!"

After saying this, Altria glanced at Ian and quickly lowered her head.

Obviously.

It was not an easy thing for her to tell Ian her real name.

This means she is completely open-minded.

It is also the last manifestation of her emotion - although this may be insignificant to Ian.

Ian was silent.

a long time.

He took a deep breath and gave his response.

"Artoria."

"Can you promise me something?"

"what's up?"

"Um……"

Ian rubbed her carefully combed hair, his eyes looking a little complicated.

"From now on, you can act like a normal girl in front of me."

"A normal girl?"

Altria's eyes looked hesitant.

"I can't do that kind of thing, right?"

"Don't worry."

Ian smiled slightly - a smile with a hint of impurity.

"I'll make you realize how to be a girl."

65. The Day the Princess Claims Sovereignty (-word chapter)

[Altria proved with her actions that she was indeed worthy of the sword in the stone that symbolized the throne. ]

[With this momentum, she was able to move into the royal court. ]

[However, the ceremony of enthroning the king will still require some time to prepare. ]

[During this period of time, Altria will live in the royal court as an uncrowned king.]

[Although you intentionally placed her room as far away from yours and Morgan's as possible, it is inevitable that the two of them will have some meetings.]

[That was the scene that the maids who served called "Camelot's severe winter."]

Inside the Royal Court Corridor.

"Good morning, Princess, and Lord Ian."

"Good morning."

"Please work hard today as well."

Ian responded to the maids' greetings with a smile. After watching them go away because they were happy about his words, he whispered to Morgan beside him.

"My Lady Princess, it is rare that you pay so little attention to your manners."

"You seem very unhappy today."

"Yes." Morgan did not hide his thoughts.

“I’m really unhappy right now.”

"Ian, tell me, why was Artorius able to move into the royal court? You should know that I don't want to see her at all."

What should come will still come.

This is a question Morgan will ask sooner or later.

But Ian was not nervous - because he did have a reason to explain all this to Morgan.

"My lady, because I found that we have indeed overlooked a problem."

"Overlooking a problem?" Morgan frowned slightly.

"Yes." Ian nodded. "My Lady Princess, although Vortigern hasn't invaded for a long time."

"But his strength cannot be underestimated. I think you should know this better than me."

Morgan is not stupid.

When Ian said this, she immediately realized the hidden meaning.

"You want to say-"

"Use Artorius to get rid of Vortigern?"

"Yes, that way, we can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"Also, I want to tell you one more thing - that is Artorius's real name is actually Altria."

Morgan didn't respond to Ian.

She simply took his hand, and that was enough to answer all the questions - she accepted the explanation.

The two continued walking forward and came to the familiar garden again.

Looking at the flowers that were about to bloom, Morgan spoke again:

“The flowers are ready to bloom again.”

"Ian, I order you to answer that question again - who is more beautiful, me or the flowers?"

"This time, I don't want to hear you say I'm prettier than flowers, nor do I want to hear you say flowers are prettier than me."

Ian smiled and quickly replied:

"My Lady Princess, there is only one answer—"

"You are as beautiful as a flower."

"So how are you going to explain this time?"

"It's very simple."

Ian looked at Morgan beside him.

"Because of your presence here, Princess, the flower has a word to describe it."

"You are the flower and the flower is you."

“So you are as beautiful as a flower.”

"Where on earth did you learn all these sweet words?" Morgan gently pinched the back of Ian's hand, "You are so good at making people happy."

"Because you needed it, Princess, I learned it."

Just as Morgan wanted to say something more, a voice came from behind the two of them.

"Eh? Mr. Ian, why are you here?"

Ian and Morgan turned around at the same time and saw Altria standing there.

The moment her eyes met Morgan's, a chill spread across the corridor.

This is the invisible snow and the hidden wind.

All is calm.

But all is not so peaceful.

This is probably what is known as the "Camelot Winter".

"Good morning, Artorius."

Morgan looked at Altria calmly, but his hand deliberately pulled Ian closer to him until his arm touched her chest.

That was a battlefield where Morgan had a natural advantage, and Altria had no chance of winning.

Altria looked at the two of them leaning against each other, and her brows dropped like a waterfall during flood season.

"Good morning, both of you."

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The defeated Altria hurried away - but in fact she hid at the corner and observed secretly.

She held onto the wall with both hands, with only half of her head exposed to observe the situation.

But what Altria didn't know was that Morgan had already seen her every move.

She leaned close to Ian's ear calmly and whispered:

"Ian, I command you to kiss me."

"..."

Although he didn't understand why Morgan said that, Ian knew there was no need to think about it.

"Understood, Princess."

Ian lowered his head, hugged Morgan's soft long hair, and kissed her lips.

This was a perfectly normal act between a husband and wife - none of the maids would question it.

It was enough to prove to Altria how close the two were.

But Morgan didn't plan to stop there.

As their lips were in intimate contact, her hand reached down.

The princess's hand guided the knight's fingertips to flow up and down the soft curve of her chest, causing waves of ups and downs.

She knew exactly how to command this loyal knight at a time like this.

Morgan's mouth curled up in a triumphant arc.

Altria shrank back against the wall.

She glanced at her hands and then at her breast.

Those eyes, as deep green as the sea of ​​trees, seemed to have made up their minds.

【Morgan was very proactive today.】

[As long as she has a little time alone, she will let you feel her physical charm. ]

[From one hand to two hands, it's crossing the line. ]

[You can tell this seems a little strange—but what does it matter?]

[You are well aware of the desire in your soul for Morgan's body.]

You don't intend to deny this desire.