The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"But I think you should also understand that blindly imitating is meaningless. It is just like swordsmanship. You must take the step of gaining understanding yourself before you can truly master it."

"But--"

Altria lowered her head.

“I don’t know what to do to realize it.”

"It's ok."

Ian stood up.

"You'll find out soon enough."

【You walked towards where the wine was placed.】

[You pick up an exquisite glass and fill it with fine wine.]

[The purple liquid swayed in the cup, creating ripples, and the fragrance filled the air, as if the entire room had fallen into a sea of ​​flowers.]

[You took the glass of wine and returned to Altria.]

In front of the girl, Ian took a sip of wine.

He shrugged and said to Altria:

"Would you like a taste?"

"This is wine made from the best grapes in Camelot."

"it is good."

After Altria answered, she took the wine glass from Ian.

She turned the glass little by little so that the place where Ian had just drunk was facing her.

Gulu gulu——

The throat trembled.

Altria took a sip of wine.

This was the first time she indulged herself like this.

After all, when she was in the village, her adoptive father Hector did not allow her to do this.

Although wine is delicious, it is also a poison that paralyzes knights.

but--

Altria looked at the man in front of her.

It doesn't matter if it's in front of him, right?

"Does the wine taste okay?" Ian's voice rang out.

“Very, very good!”

Altria replied hurriedly.

“It’s such a pleasure to taste such good wine from Mr. Ian!”

"That's good."

Ian touched Altria's cheek, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.

He knew he was doing something pretty despicable.

But now that things have come to this, there is no turning back.

"Altria, do you know that you look adorable right now?"

"Have it?"

The girl's face turned red after being praised like this, and it was hard to tell whether it was the result of being drunk or being overwhelmed with emotion.

"some."

Ian put the wine glass on the round table beside the bed, turned around, and with a little force, he easily pushed Altria onto the bed.

He stood above her and spoke in an unquestionable tone:

"Altria, if it's just that promise, it's actually not as complicated as you think."

“As long as you realize you don’t have to be tough on everything, that’s a good start.”

"Just like now, in my eyes, you are a complete girl."

"Is that so?"

Altria's eyes were a little dazed.

"Mr. Ian...I think I understand a little bit what to do."

"Ah That's good."

"And..." Ian's eyes were filled with some impure intentions.

"Altria, you will definitely taste this better wine after you inherit the throne."

"So there's no need to be alarmed."

"But, Mr. Ian."

Altria looked up at him.

"For me, the wine you have tasted is the most delicious wine."

"No." Ian shook his head, "Altria, you can't think like that."

"There are so many things I haven't touched, and you have to shoulder the responsibilities you need to face to deal with the enemies this country faces."

"Mr. Ian, do you mean to ask me to kill the enemy for you?"

"And not just for me, but for all of Camelot."

Ian knew that he was certainly not that righteous.

He was just a despicable man, a lustful man who coveted the body of the princess.

He hid his own purpose within Camelot's purpose, making everything seem natural and reasonable.

But after saying these words, Ian discovered that there was still a trace of knight's spirit left in his soul.

Is this the beginning of the wavering again?

This cannot be done.

There can only be Morgan in my heart.

"Altria, can you understand what I mean?" he said.

[Altria, who was lying on Morgan's bed, looked at you with a slightly red face. ]

[You don't know what her silence means - seeing through you? Or is it just refusing to admit it?]

【Fortunately, this situation did not last long. 】

She gave her answer.

"I understand, Mr. Ian."

Altria put her arms around Ian's neck.

Compared to Morgan's lustful look, she has more of the purity that is unique to her age.

Because I like someone, I will hug their neck.

"I will definitely bring victory back to Camelot."

"But before that, you will always stay with me, right?"

Ian didn't answer, just smiled.

There was absolutely no way he would easily swear an oath to anyone other than Morgan.

But this smile was enough to create an illusion for Altria.

"Thank you, Mr. Ian."

"This gives me more courage."

"Yes, Mr. Ian."

Lying on the bed, Altria looked at the wine glass on the round table beside her - it was still half filled with a mellow liquid.

"Let's drink it up."

"It's... my first time experiencing that flavor, and I can't seem to forget it."

"In that case—"

Ian reached out and picked up the glass, shaking it gently.

The wine swirled in his hands, forming small vortices.

"Altria, do you want to try another way of drinking it?"

"Another way to drink it?"

"Ah."

Ian placed one hand on the girl's leg which was wrapped in white stockings.

"Wine doesn't necessarily just go into your mouth."

"Since you like this taste so much, a more intimate contact would be a better choice, right?"

Altria blushed, but then turned her head away and nodded shyly.

"Mr. Ian, then do as you say."

The girl gently lifted up the white skirt like a flower.

The pure garden fence touched the ethereal and spotless glass, leaving a small path.

The purple wine swayed and finally poured out.

They flow towards the depths of the garden like streams, as if wanting to keep all the fragrance here.

It won't be long before Morgan has a completely drunk girl in his bed.

This is the best container for fine wine.

Bounty Summary

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Before the reward.

Monthly tickets/recommendation tickets/rewards/blades: 310/6176/16.23w/124.

After the reward.

月票/推荐票/打赏/刀片：547（+237）/8939（+2763）/16.23w（+500）/124（96）。

Around 11 o'clock.

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67. The princess’s intuition is always particularly sensitive (-word chapter)

The glass was finally empty.

Artoria also seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed on the bed.

This was her first time tasting wine, and also her first time drinking so much wine.

The girl felt her legs were trembling and she couldn't exert any strength at all.

The extremely sweet wine seemed like it would overflow onto this bed that didn't belong to him at any time.

"How are you feeling?"