The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Princess, isn't this natural?" Ian replied calmly.

"Altria is going to award medals to the knights, so she should keep an eye on every knight who goes up."

"No." Morgan shook his head.

"She looks at you differently than she does at other people!"

"I can tell she has other intentions in placing you in the Knights!"

"It's alright, Princess."

Ian looked directly at Morgan, who was angry about this, with a look more determined than ever before.

"I'll use this attention to my advantage - she'll regret staring at me like this later."

"..."

Morgan was silent for a long moment before continuing.

"Ian, you don't have to work so hard."

"You know I don't love you, don't you?"

"My Lady Princess, but you also know that even so, I will always love you, right?"

Morgan seemed to want to say something after hearing this, but he suppressed it in the end.

"...What a hopeless fool knight."

【You and Morgan return to the room.】

She is very tired.

[After you lie on the bed and chat for a while, she falls asleep.]

[You understand that today is the most tiring day in her life. ]

This strengthens your resolve.

[You, the despicable one, know that you have to start executing the plan in your mind no matter what. ]

【Date with a girl and make her shy. 】

【You know this is your last choice. 】

Ian covered Morgan with the quilt and got out of bed.

He left their room, then walked out of the royal court and onto the street outside.

Because of the knighting ceremony, the people of Camelot were in a state of joy.

As the chief knight, Ian naturally received special treatment.

However, he was not the least bit intoxicated by the praises that came towards him.

After all, these compliments came from Altria, and he hoped to hear another name one day.

Under the sunset.

Ian instructed Gawain, who was also highly praised for being knighted.

"Gawain, if your mother is looking for me, tell her I have something to do and will be back soon."

"Okay, Father, I understand."

Looking at Ian's receding back, Gawain felt a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He always felt that his father seemed to be on a path of no return.

only--

On days like today, it's better to think positively.

[You left the bustling streets of Camelot.]

【You have returned to the royal court.】

[You avoided the sight of everyone in the royal court, just like you did when you had an affair with Morgan a long time ago.]

[You came to the gate that Morgan had brought you to twice before—this was also the place where you were knighted.]

[You know what's behind the door, and you know that once you push open the door, there's no going back.]

Ian suddenly felt like laughing.

He was not laughing at others, but at himself.

Altria's young body is so pure and flawless, it is a rare treasure.

My hands actually started to tremble now.

Way back?

Isn't there no turning back?

What are you worried about? What are you afraid of?

Can't you just push the door?

Ian stretched out his hand, but found that the short distance between his hand and the door was so far away, as if he would never be able to reach it in his lifetime.

It's just that everything seems to be tied to the rolling wheel.

I saw the thick door slowly open, and half a head popped out from inside.

"Mr. Ian, it's you!"

The girl's smile is so sweet, like the sunshine shining on the British land.

Even when night falls, it still shines like day.

[Altria took you in. ]

[You look at everything in front of you, and you feel a long-lost sense of trance. ]

[But the girl didn't realize the change in your heart. ]

【She just thinks you might be sick. 】

"Mr. Ian?"

Altria, wearing a white dress, stood on tiptoe and waved in front of Ian.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Nothing." Ian came to his senses and lied.

“I just think it feels completely different to be here at night than to be here during the day.”

"That's for sure..."

Altria put her hands behind her back, looking very embarrassed.

"Normally, no one is allowed here at night."

"but--"

Altria raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

"Since Mr. Ian wants to meet here, let's make some adjustments!"

"I am already the king of Camelot. I have the right to make this decision!"

The girl said it very easily.

But Ian knew that Altria must have struggled with this reason countless times in private before she came up with such a reason to convince herself.

"Um, Mr. Ian..."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"How did I perform today?"

Artoria's toes gently drew circles on the floor of the throne room.

"Did it disappoint you?"

"..."

Ian put on a hypocritical smile and gently stroked Altria's head.

"You performed very well, flawlessly, without any faults."

"Really?!"

Artoria seemed very happy to be praised.

"As expected, as long as Mr. Ian helps me, I won't be nervous at all!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl realized that this was not something she should say so boldly.

She took Ian's hands.

"Anyway, thank you very much, Mr. Ian."

After saying this, Ian felt a small burden on his chest.

She buried her head again.

[You realize that this is Altria's most emotional state.]

[This is also the best time for litigation to be mean.]

[You recalled Morgan's painful look and quickly made up your mind.]

【You know it's time to be a jerk. 】

Ian took a deep breath, then lowered his head and kissed Altria in his arms.

The girl resisted at first, but soon fell into his captivity and became extremely obedient.

for a while.

After making sure that the other party had completely fallen, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Mr. Ian..."

Altria blushed slightly when Ian kissed her for the first time.

She seemed to have a lot to say.

"Shh-"

Ian made a quiet gesture in front of his mouth.

"Now is not the time to make a scene."

"Hmm..." Altria covered her mouth and nodded.

Looking at the girl who didn't dare to act rashly, Ian put his arm around her waist again and continued.

"Wine, is it still there?"

Hearing this question, Altria's face turned redder.

She did not answer the question directly, but let her actions speak for themselves.

She pinched the hem of her dress and shyly revealed her answer.

under the moonlight.

Ian saw the wine kept by the girl.

It is extremely pure, yet at the same time exudes an alluring fragrance.

One end of the cork is slightly exposed, and it probably doesn't take much effort to pull it out from the mouth of the wine.

Although we cannot see what is inside the wine vessel, it must still be the finest wine.

Ian knew now was the best time.

He leaned close to Altria's ear and whispered to her:

"The wine seems to smell better."

"Altria, can I have a taste?"

The girl's pupils dilated slightly, but soon turned into willing shame.