The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Isn't it... that my magic power was passed on to you in this way?"

"Maybe." The man followed Morgan's finger and raised his head slightly. "But no matter what, it was the princess who finally accomplished this."

"Wait a moment."

Morgan tapped the man's lips gently, silencing him.

"Don't call me Princess."

"Huh?" Ian was a little surprised, "Why?"

"Because I'm not some princess—" Morgan took his hand and placed it on her uncovered chest.

"I am your wife."

"..."

Hearing this, Ian's mouth corners slightly raised.

"I see."

"Then Miss Morgan - a wife has the obligation to satisfy her husband's desires, right?"

"of course."

Morgan doesn’t shy away from it.

She moved slightly around the man's vitals, leaving some traces from time to time, but she had no intention of leaving.

"I'm not letting you out now, am I?"

Needless to say.

The man threw the witch to the ground.

She was now completely naked under the moonlight.

The victory kimono prepared for apology was turned into a decoration like a carpet.

The naked princess was lying there, and the most loyal knight was holding her down like a lion, not giving her any chance to avoid his sight.

"Morgan, you are beautiful."

"You've said it so many times..." Morgan blushed, "Can't you just say it another way?"

"You don't like me saying that?"

"Do not."

Morgan spread his hands to both sides, posing as if he was defenseless.

"I just love it when you say things like this to me—and what you do next."

With just this one sentence, the knight suddenly felt it again.

He lowered his head and bit that proud breast like a primitive beast and began to suck it hard.

Morgan soon came up with a nickname, and her legs began to kick restlessly, leaving wrinkles on her kimono.

"Ian...don't just bite one side."

The witch spoke words of courtship, but felt the man let go of her breasts.

She thought that her words had displeased the other party and was about to apologize, but she did not expect to feel an even stronger attack the next moment.

The man's lower body was as ferocious as a lion, repeatedly impacting the princess' treasure house which was already in chaos.

He grabbed the other person's breasts with both hands and rubbed the sensitive areas on both sides.

Only now did Morgan realize how repressed Ian was when he was with her - deep down in his soul, he was actually a wild beast that could never be satisfied.

That time, I will become the opponent that he eats.

The witch was cooperating with the man's actions, playing the role of the prey being toyed with.

But even so, she discovered one thing - although the man was as ferocious as a beast, he did not resort to methods that would make her uncomfortable.

It turns out that his love has reached the depths of his soul?

Morgan reached out his hand to the man above, cupped his cheek, and said gently:

"Just let it all out - I know you've been holding it in for a long time."

“Don’t leave any.”

"..."

Only heat remained in the man's nostrils.

After that moment, the shrine was filled with the ferocious cries of wild beasts and the witch's orgasmic moans.

The ancient money box witnessed the ups and downs of the relationship.

At this moment, the princess finally welcomed her knight back.

I don't know how much time had passed, but it was late at night in the shrine.

Ian and Morgan snuggled up to each other.

The kimono that was originally used by the witch to decide the victory now became like a quilt, covering Morgan's body that was stained with Ian's traces of indulgence and looked full of astringency.

There was a sizzling sound.

A fairy wand was lit.

Ian shook it gently in front of Morgan's face before apologizing.

"sorry."

"I think I got a little excited."

"Fool." Morgan punched him lightly on the chest.

"Isn't it normal to get excited about something like this?"

"And you should be excited about me—I'm your wife."

Missed him once already.

Morgan said he would never let him go easily again.

"Ian, as long as you want...we can do this every day."

"I'll try whatever position you like."

As he said this, Morgan led his hand to touch his lower abdomen - the slightly bulging shape was enough to show how thoroughly the man had indulged himself just now.

But faced with this tempting promise, Ian's expression was not as excited as before.

On the contrary, after regaining his memory, he became a little silent.

Of course Morgan quickly noticed his abnormality.

She raised her head, looked at the knight she had lost and found, and asked softly;

"what happened?"

"You... don't seem to like this suggestion?"

"Do you want to add any conditions? You can propose them - as long as they are not too excessive, I will consider them."

In fact, even if it was an excessive request (such as bringing Altria next time), Morgan knew that he would definitely agree to it.

This is what he deserves.

It was the compensation he deserved after bearing so much for me.

But Morgan also knew that men would never go that far.

After all, even in that irrational moment of joy just now, he was still protecting himself at all times, fearing that something might hurt him.

"How could I not like it?"

Ian held Morgan's hand tightly and then rubbed her cheek gently.

"I just...thought of something."

"..."

After Ian's reminder, Morgan finally remembered why he was looking for him in the first place.

It was just that the witch, because of the guilt in her heart, turned it into a sexy date.

"That--"

Morgan straightened his body and rubbed it lightly on the place that made him feel the most.

She fixed her hair and pretended to listen attentively.

"Why did you come to me?"

Seeing that Morgan was serious, Ian also did not hesitate.

He asked directly:

"Morgan."

"You...are you joining the Holy Grail War just for me?"

"..."

Although it was unclear why Ian asked such a question, Morgan nodded without hesitation.

"of course."

"If it weren't for you - I wouldn't be attending this boring ceremony."

"I have no interest in confronting other people about this kind of thing."

"..."

You realize that Morgan isn't saying this just to show off to you.

[For her, you are the only reason to join. ]

【All the previous events can prove this point.】

[But if this is the case──]

[Some things are even more difficult to talk about.]

"Morgan," the man said softly, "what if—"

"If I want to end this boring ritual once and for all in Sakura's generation, will you support me?"

"..."

Although Morgan was still very excited, it didn't mean that she had completely lost her ability to think rationally.

She soon sensed that there was another hidden meaning in Ian's words.

"It doesn't matter whether it ends or not."

"Anyway, for me, I will probably only participate in this kind of ceremony once."

"But Ian you're different—"

The witch's tone became a little more serious.

"If you lose this time, you will disappear immediately, right?"

sizzle.

The fairy wand burned to the end.

The shrine fell into darkness once again.

Silent silence surrounded the two of them, quietly telling of the cruelty of reality - everything Morgan said was right.

"Morgan." The man sighed, "I don't think we will be able to win this time."

"What do you mean?" Morgan was a little unconvinced.

"Are you questioning my inability to help you achieve victory?"

"Or... do you think Altria would be unwilling to give you the chance to win?"

Yes.