The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

66. The King of Camelot Also Gets Drunk One Day (-word chapter)

[You didn't expect Altria to come to you at this time.]

[You didn't expect that she would dare to come to your house at this time wearing that white dress that showed her girlishness.]

[After all, at this point in time when she is about to inherit the throne of Camelot, if her female identity is discovered, the consequences can be imagined.]

[To put it another way, even if Altria was not considered a woman because of Merlin's magic, the public opinion would be quite explosive if the news of her dressing like this got out.]

[But at the same time, you also realized that this was a manifestation of Altria's determination. ]

【She may be determined to meet you tonight. 】

Ian felt a little complicated at the moment.

As the preserver of Altria's last emotion, he understood that all this was the passion she should have at her age.

It's only because of carrying too heavy a fate that it becomes like this.

"Artoria..."

Before Ian could finish his words, the other party had already revealed his true feelings.

"Mr. Ian, you don't really want to see me, do you?"

Altria lowered her head.

The girl clasped her hands together, a sign of sadness.

"I know this, so I won't force anything."

"I came here to tell you that it's okay if we don't meet tonight. I don't mean anything else."

"..."

Ian felt something touching his heart.

The vortex, which had barely calmed down, began to surge again.

"Mr. Ian, I'm done."

Altria announced her own death sentence in a low voice.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Have a good dream."

The sad girl walked past Ian, her high golden ponytail seemed to fall down because of her sadness.

When they were about to separate, Ian reached out and held her.

"Don't go yet, Altria."

"Since we're here, let's chat for a while."

Altria turned around immediately, her pretty face filled with uncontrollable grievance.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl hugged Ian tightly and buried her cheek in his strong chest.

Ian looked at her like this, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out his hand, gently stroked her back, and silently comforted her.

to be honest--

This is a very risky move.

If someone saw King Lot and the future heir to the throne hugging each other at the door of the princess' room.

The next day, even the ants on the ground in Camelot would be discussing this matter.

but--

There is always a time for adventure.

What's more, it's for a girl who entrusted her final feelings to him?

Fortunately, luck did not give up on them.

No other people came into the quiet corridor.

Altria gradually calmed down.

She let go of Ian, took a few steps back, and whispered with a slightly red face.

"Thank you, Mr. Ian."

"Your embrace is so warm."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "That's good."

"..."

"..."

There was silence.

Altria was not content with this silence.

She looked at the door beside her and took the initiative to bring up a new topic.

"Well, she shouldn't be here now, right?"

"Indeed, he is not here."

"That--"

Altria reached out for the door.

"Mr. Ian, can I go in and take a look?"

"Huh?" Ian's eyebrows twitched.

"I don't mean anything else!" Artoria waved her hands quickly, "I... just want to see what your usual place of residence is like!"

"If you can't, please pretend I never said anything!"

You realize this is a major turning point in your life.

[According to common sense, you should never let Altria enter this room. ]

[But at this moment, you realize a despicable possibility from her wish. ]

[That is Morgan's long-cherished wish for the throne. Can it be silently implanted into Altria's trust in him at this time? ]

[After weighing the pros and cons, you decide not to give up this possibility. ]

[You know that you are a little disgusted even by yourself. ]

[But for the throne of Morgan, you will do anything. ]

[You opened the door and brought Altria in.]

[You know there will be something even more outrageous next.]

"Is this where you usually rest, Mr. Ian?"

Altria looked at everything around her curiously.

"But why are all her things?"

"Because this isn't my room," Ian explained, "there won't be many of my things in it."

"That--"

Altria sat down on the bed, swinging her feet slightly.

"Mr. Ian can come to my room next time."

"I can put a lot of your things there."

"..."

Ian gave a false smile.

"Okay, I understand. Let's try it when we have a chance."

Hearing this, Altria's deep green eyes suddenly became more starry.

There was a hint of cunning in her eyes, which was normal for her age - although Ian could see it at a glance.

"Mr. Ian!"

Altria patted the bed next to her - that was actually Morgan's bed.

"Can you sit over here?"

"..."

Ian didn't say much and just sat there as she asked.

But as soon as he sat down, Altria put her hand on him.

It's somewhat similar to Morgan, but a little softer.

"Mr. Ian, do you still remember the promise you made?"

"You said...you wanted me to know how to be a girl."

Looking at the hand on the back of his hand, Ian hesitated for a moment, then replied:

"Yes, of course I remember it."

"That--"

"Mr. Ian, I have some ideas. Can you try them with me?"

As soon as Ian nodded, Altria raised her body.

The soft lips were pressed against the mouth of this man who was much older than her with a bit of shyness.

But she did not feel backed down by this. Instead, she became even more proactive than before.

She pulled up the hand that she had just clenched and moved it step by step towards the upper part of her white dress.

That was the part she had to hide at all times.

Encountered——

The slowly closing fingers were proof of the girl's success.

Altria fell into unprecedented happiness.

but--

This happiness did not last long.

Because Ian quickly moved his hand away, ending their kiss.

He looked at her in silence for a long time before he uttered a sentence:

"Altoria, are you imitating Morgan?"

"Eh? 兦!"

Seen through.

And he saw through it without reservation.

Altria was indeed imitating Morgan's movements.

She didn't know how to become the girl Ian wanted.

Then choose to imitate.

Since he had already witnessed Ian's intoxication with Morgan.

As long as you follow it, there will always be a good result, right?

"Mr. Ian, please listen to my explanation!"

Having been seen through, Altria hurriedly tried to explain everything to Ian.

But he rubbed Altria's head and replied:

"No need to explain."

"Altria, I know what you are thinking."