The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Feeling Ian's safe hand touching her forehead, Altria heard her heart pounding.

"It's okay." She replied shyly.

"Cool and full."

"is it?"

"what about now?"

Ian stretched out his hand and gently squeezed Altria's slightly bulging belly from top to bottom.

Altria's originally calm pupils suddenly widened a little.

Her legs were shaking and tears were in her eyes - this was a sign that she was trying her best to suppress herself.

"Mr. Ian, please stop! If you continue like this, I...can't bear it anymore."

Seeing Altria like this, Ian stopped his hand in time.

"Sorry, it seems I made you drink a little too much."

Hearing this, Altria quickly shook her head.

"Nothing."

"I drank that much willingly."

"Well...anyway, that's all for today."

Ian put it very mildly.

Of course, Altria would understand what this meant.

"Mr. Ian, I understand. I'm leaving now."

However, even though she said this, the girl discovered something embarrassing.

She can't get up.

Although he was still conscious, he had no strength in his limbs.

"..."

"..."

"Mr. Ian, please let me try again!"

Feeling Ian's gaze, Altria continued to try - but the result was predictable.

Seeing her like this, Ian hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked up the blonde girl.

"Mr. Ian, this is..."

"Do not be afraid."

Ian looked at the petite girl in his arms.

"You have the courage to come here, and I naturally have the courage to send you back."

Hearing this, Altria said nothing more.

She snuggled into his arms and nodded.

Under the moonlit corridor, the two walked in silence along this not-so-long, but certainly not-so-short road.

Click——

The door to Altria's room opened.

What Ian saw was the decor almost exactly as it had been before she arrived.

He suddenly realized that living in the royal court alone was actually quite stressful for a girl of Altria's age.

After all, the only person she has now is a very unreliable Merlin.

This guy doesn't care whether she lives or dies.

Ian's silence made Altria a little flustered.

"Well, Mr. Ian, I didn't mean to leave it untied, I just..."

Halfway through her speech, she realized that she had no idea how to continue.

Because she really did it on purpose—everything in the royal court was too unfamiliar to her.

Be it imitation or secret observation.

In fact, it’s essentially because we don’t know what to do.

Merlin and his adoptive father Hector taught him the overall view after becoming king.

But how to smoothly transition into that king—they never mentioned it.

"Altria, don't be so nervous." Ian calmed the girl down, "It's not a big deal if you don't clean it up."

"However, loneliness alone may not be so easy to resolve."

"..."

Knowing that Ian had completely guessed her thoughts, Altria lowered her head.

After a long while, she finally managed to say:

"Mr. Ian, am I not worthy of a king?"

"I should be braver, right?"

Ian placed Altria on her bed and sat down beside her.

"Compared to most people, Altria, you are already brave enough."

"You just haven't gotten used to it yet."

"Then Mr. Ian, how long will it take me to get used to all this?" Altria asked back.

"I want to do the things you said."

The girl's determination was clear before him, and Ian knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Don't worry, Altria."

"You will do it."

"But before that-"

Ian flicked Altria's forehead.

"Let me have a good rest first."

"Eh--?"

Covering her slightly red forehead, Altria nodded obediently.

"I see."

"Well, that's it." Ian stood up.

"I'm going back."

"it is good."

Watching Ian leave step by step, when he reached the door of the room, Altria seemed to remember something and spoke again.

"That, Mr. Ian!"

"What's wrong?" Ian turned around.

"Mr. Ian..."

Altria used all her strength to cover her belly, looking very embarrassed.

"I don't actually hate this way of drinking, so... can we continue next time?"

"..."

Ian smiled.

"I see."

Click.

The door closed gently.

Altria's hand slid down little by little, then entered, and touched the alcohol that had not yet subsided.

It was a cold feeling, but at this moment a warm feeling arose in the girl's heart.

Do you like this method or not?

Probably because I don't like it.

but--

Altria recalled the shameful scene.

And in the process, Ian looked at her with interest.

She found that she didn't seem to hate it so much.

What kind of wine will you taste next time?

The girl actually thought about such things in her dream.

【You return to your and Morgan's room.】

【Morgan appears to have gone to bed.】

[You are ready to go to bed quietly, but you find that things are far from peaceful. ]

As soon as Ian lay down, Morgan's voice floated over from the pillow.

"Ian, where have you been?"

It was a very calm voice, without even a hint of ups and downs.

But Ian knew that the more Morgan acted like this, the more her true attitude would deviate in the opposite direction.

There is no point in cheating.

So--

Let me make it a little clearer.

"My Lady Princess, I'm going to take Altria back to her room."

"what?"

Morgan rolled over.

A dark light suddenly appeared in those blue pupils as deep as the ocean.

"Ian, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you would swear allegiance to me for the rest of your life?"

"Princess."

Ian reached out and hugged Morgan.

"It is because of my pledge of allegiance to you that I choose to do this."

"In fact, during the time you were studying magic, I expressed to her my hope that she could get rid of Vortigern."

Morgan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The originally extremely obvious black light gradually faded away.

"You mean, are you urging her?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian nodded without hesitation.

"Won't she doubt your opinion?"

"She hasn't become the king yet."

"Maybe, but her enthusiasm must be much stronger than I thought."

"as well as--"