The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

But the more he looked at her like this, the more he wanted to kill the magician named Merlin.

How could this be something a young girl should bear?

[You comforted Altria with a hug.]

[After regaining her composure, she completely approved of the list of knights you drafted.]

[She promised to make sure everyone above gets the status they deserve - of course, the number of knights will be further expanded. ]

[You left Altria's room.]

[After returning, you told Morgan about this.]

"What did you say?"

Morgan, who was standing by the window, turned around and stared at Ian in front of him.

"That woman wants you to join the Knights?!"

"Yes, my lady."

"No!" Morgan refused without any hesitation.

"Gawain and the others are already members of the Knights, why do they want you to join as well?!"

Ian was not surprised at Morgan's reaction at all.

Or should I say, if she didn't react like this, it would make me feel uncomfortable.

"My Lady Princess, although this request is a bit excessive, if we do not agree to her request, our entire plan may come to a standstill at this step."

"but--"

"If you really don't want to, I'll go and reject her now."

"..."

Morgan was silent.

Ian knew she was thinking about what he had just said.

After a long while, the aloof princess finally spoke softly.

"Ian, do you still love me?"

"Of course I love you, Princess."

"That--"

Morgan's expression looked as if he had made some kind of difficult decision.

"Just do as you say."

"But you'd better remember that you said you loved me."

"Of course, my lady."

"My love for you will never fade."

【Morgan finally agreed to all this.】

[You know that it comes from the obsession with the throne. ]

[Now that things have come to this, she can't give up no matter what. ]

[You find yourself somewhat expecting her to reject your offer to join the Order, but the result is the opposite.]

[But this is not bad - at least I can fight for the throne for Morgan at all costs as promised.]

【Time gradually heals the entanglement in your heart. 】

[This day is the day when Altria is officially granted the title of king. ]

[And Morgan asked you to get up early in the morning to provide her with pleasure, and she would not stop until she felt satisfied.]

"Princess."

Ian asked as he helped the naked Morgan put on his clothes.

"Although I know I shouldn't question your choice, there will be a ceremony to investiture the King."

"Isn't this... a little bit bad?"

"It is precisely because this is the investiture ceremony that I want to do this."

Morgan got dressed and combed his hair in front of the mirror.

"Not directly opposing her is already the limit of my tolerance."

"Why can't I attend the ceremony like this?"

"..."

Ian knew Morgan was in a bad mood, so he didn't say anything more.

He hugged Morgan and spoke softly.

"Princess, please be patient for a while. You will definitely be able to sit there."

"Ian, I'm in so much pain."

"My Lady Princess, I know."

As the two people were cuddling in front of the mirror, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Ian shouted at the untimely interruption outside the door.

"it's me……"

A weak voice was heard, it was the little maid in the royal court.

"Lord King Lot, the Knight King wants to discuss something with you."

"..."

Ian looked at Morgan's graceful figure in the mirror, his eyes seemed a little conflicted.

"…Princess."

"Go ahead." Morgan was much more calm.

"But Ian, keep your spear under control."

"As it should be, Princess."

【You have temporarily left Morgan. 】

[Under the guidance of the little maid, you came to the door of Altria's room. ]

[You feel like something is a little off.]

"Master Ian, I'll take my leave now."

"Well, let's go."

After watching the little maid walk away, Ian hesitated for a while and finally knocked on the door.

He didn't know what was waiting for him behind the door.

But he knew he had to do it.

"who is it?"

Altria's cold voice came.

In front of outsiders, she always has this unapproachable tone.

"it's me."

When she heard it was Ian, Altria suddenly became like a different person.

"Please wait for me!"

After several minutes, the door slowly opened a crack.

But even just a gap was enough for Ian to see her behind the door—it was Altria wearing a white dress.

After confirming that there was no one else, she said happily:

"Mr. Ian, please come in!"

[Altria brings you into the room.]

[And the moment you see the decoration inside the house, you are once again surprised from the bottom of your heart. ]

[Because this is so wrong.]

"Altria, why is the room like this again?"

I saw the same thing Ian had lamented.

Compared to the last time I came here, Altria's room has undergone another drastic change.

If the previous one was a crude imitation of Morgan's room, this time it was truly her own style - or should I say, closer to King Uther's style.

"Because you said it looked weird, so I changed it."

Altria blushed as she stood in front of Ian.

"Mr. Ian, does this still make you feel uncomfortable?"

"...Not bad." Ian said matter-of-factly.

"At least I think this style will be more suitable for you."

"Really?!" Altria seemed very happy.

"That's great!"

But she soon seemed to remember something, lowered her head and held Ian's hand.

"Mr. Ian, do you know what day it is today?"

"..."

Hearing this, Ian's heart skipped a beat, but he still put on a hypocritical smile on his face.

"It's the moment when you draw your sword."

"Congratulations, Altria."

"Well..." Altria blushed.

"But Mr. Ian, I'm actually a little nervous."

"so--"

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Well, Altria, you should know that there are some things that are not suitable for me to do."

"Of course I know." Altria replied quickly.

"So this matter will definitely not cause any trouble to you, Mr. Ian!"

Ian became a little confused.

"In that case, what is it?"

"Mr. Ian, the wine tasting method you asked me to try last time was really interesting."

"so……"

Altria blushed slightly and reached out to lift the white cloth on the table beside her.

There were several bottles of corked wine on it.

The girl slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and shyly pinched the hem of her dress.

"Mr. Ian, I would like to complete this ceremony with the Camelot wine you prepared."

"..."

Ian was forced to work as a bartender - he had no reason to refuse.

Fortunately, he had some knowledge in this area because of Morgan, and the wine provided by Altria was also top-quality.