The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

The sound of the door opening rang in my ears.

Ian felt himself entering the room.

pat.

The door is closed.

The girl called out with some joy.

"Mr. Ian, you can open your eyes now!"

With some doubt, Ian slowly opened his eyes, and then was stunned for a moment.

All he saw before him was a layout very similar to Morgan's room.

If one must look for differences, they would probably only be the difference in the orientation of the rooms and the somewhat lonely atmosphere due to the lack of any signs that Ian had actually lived there.

But this is surprising enough.

"Altria, you are..."

"Well! Please let me explain!"

The girl waved her hands in panic.

"I didn't mean to copy that room, I just thought that kind of decor suits me."

"But--"

Ian looked at the decorations in the room.

"Isn't this too similar?"

"Um……"

Altria lowered her head, looking a little embarrassed.

"I think you'll like it better this way, Mr. Ian - you can stay longer this way."

"..."

Hearing this, Ian felt like he was stabbed in the heart.

This most innocent girlish emotion is what Altria should have.

"is it?"

Ian smiled and patted Altria's head.

"Then I can only say that the effect is not very good... at least I feel a little strange now."

"Eh?!"

Hearing this, Altria immediately became nervous.

"Then I'll clean it up now!"

"No need." Ian stopped Altria, "It's not completely unacceptable."

"But, Artoria, you called me here, didn't you just want me to take a look at this?"

"..."

Altria lowered her head.

"Mr. Ian, you don't seem to want to stay with me..."

"It's not that I don't want to be with you."

Ian lifted up Altria's head and made her look at him.

"But you have more important things to do."

"Altria, Camelot is in urgent need of change."

[Altria understands what you mean. ]

[Unlike the feeling of pressure from Merlin, your words sound more like encouragement to her.]

[She nodded and pulled you to sit on the bed.]

【You realize that she does have something important to discuss with you. 】

"Mr. Ian."

Artoria took out the Sword in the Stone.

"I actually have an idea, but I don't know if it makes sense."

Feeling that Altria had become much more serious, Ian also changed accordingly.

"Then tell me what you think first."

"that is--"

The girl tightly grasped the holy sword that symbolized the throne.

"There are simply too many knights in Camelot. If we were to measure them all with the same value during a battle, I think it would inevitably affect the direction of our decision-making."

Ian is not dull.

He quickly understood the hidden meaning in Altria's words.

"Altria, are you trying to tell me that you want to rank the knights?"

"Of course it's not to determine who's better." Altria quickly shook her head.

"Anyone willing to fight for this country is equal."

"but--"

Altria's eyes sharpened.

"When you're fighting, you always have to make some sacrifices."

"In order to achieve ultimate victory, we need to make a choice."

"..."

Ian gasped.

The girlish appearance of Altria in front of him almost made him forget the changes that took place in her after she pulled out the sword from the stone.

Ruthless, but absolutely efficient.

It is the driving force behind the advancement of the entire Kingdom of Camelot.

This is the yoke that comes with being a king.

Although to some extent, this is consistent with Altria's original idea of ​​"try to find a suitable way within the scope of one's ability".

After all, a cruel method is still a method - it is the same as my own.

But Ian always felt that Altria would be retaliated against sooner or later.

but--

That's not something you can control.

Now that things have come to this, what we should do is to deal with the current problem.

"I see, what you said does make sense."

"But, Altria, what exactly do you plan to do?"

"I want to form a knight group." Artoria said, "In this way, we can gather the elite of Camelot."

This is a very reasonable idea.

[You realize that although Altria is a girl, she has not missed out on the education that she should receive as the resurrected king.]

【She has many considerations of her own.】

[You can feel that while she is offering you the passion that only a young girl can give, she is also actively shouldering the heavy responsibility.]

[She also seems to have a similar obsession with the throne. ]

"Hmm...it's a good idea indeed."

"But--"

Ian gave an awkward but polite smile.

"Altria, why are you asking me about this?"

"Because I think your opinion, Mr. Ian, is very important." Altria answered the question bluntly.

"So I want to know what you think."

"as well as--"

"Those knights you recognize as worthy of this responsibility."

"..."

[You realize that Altria's feelings for you seem to be spreading to other things.]

【She starts to consult your opinion on other things.】

[You don’t know if this is a good opportunity.]

[But you, being despicable, will never miss any possibility. ]

"Then Altria, can you give me some time to prepare?"

Ian replied.

"I think I need to sort out the content in this regard before I can give a relatively appropriate answer."

"Yeah." Altria nodded.

"No problem, I'll be waiting for your opinion."

After the girl said this, she raised her head and gently left a kiss on the man's face.

"Mr. Ian, this is a thank you gift for your trouble."

"..."

[With the heat on your face, you left Altria's room.]

[This scene was seen by some maids. ]

[You, who are already very prestigious, have received strange praise for having a charm that can even conquer men. ]

【But you don’t care about that.】

[You just want to report to Morgan the news that Altria has formed a knight group.]

"My Lady Princess, this is probably the situation."

Ian reported the news to Morgan.

"..."

Morgan was silent for a long time before speaking again:

"So Ian, are you going to stop this?"

"No." Ian shook his head. "If that were the case, I would have brought it up with her right away."

"My Lady Princess, I think you will definitely come back to report with a better idea like me."

Morgan's mouth curled up slightly.

"Ian, are you trying to say that you know me well?"

Ian shook his head.

"of course not."

"I just know that you will choose a more valuable path, Princess."

"Oh?"

Morgan crossed his arms and looked very interested.

"Then you can tell me what the more valuable path is."