The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"You are indeed right."

Ian did not refute Morgan's words.

"But Princess, she may have something else that I need to measure - this is of great significance to our plan."

"..."

Morgan turned his head away and spoke again after a while.

"Then I'll go with you."

"..."

"What's that look in your eyes? Don't you want to see me do this?"

"Not really." Ian shook his head, "It's just that I remember Princess you said you didn't want to see Altria."

"I don't know how long the meeting will last. It may be a very torturous process for you."

"..."

Morgan held Ian's hand tightly.

"Then I'm going too!"

"Okay." Ian never stopped Morgan from doing anything.

"My Lady Princess, please come with me. It will be an honor for me."

"Well, you'll understand."

【You promised Morgan.】

[You and her go to the place set by Altria. ]

【All the way, you can feel Morgan exerting force on your hands.】

[You can feel that she seems a little nervous.]

creak.

The heavy wooden door slowly opened.

Ian and Morgan arrived at the location where the round table meeting was held.

Altria did not set it at the throne.

The reason was simple - she hoped that when the round table meeting was held, every knight participating in it would be able to regard himself as a member of the knighthood, rather than a high and mighty king.

Now, Altria is sitting in the middle of the round table.

She had already changed into the attire that a king should wear, and she looked so majestic that it was hard to tell that she was still young.

When she saw Ian and Morgan appear at the same time, she frowned slightly, but quickly returned to her usual calm.

"Why did you two appear at the same time?"

"Sir Ian, I think I should have instructed that you were the only one invited? Did the servant misrepresent the message?"

Morgan looked at Altria with eyes full of resentment.

Ian knew that if he let her speak, things would become more complicated.

Thinking of this, he began to explain:

"King Knight, there is nothing wrong with the information that the servant conveyed. You indeed only invited me."

"but--"

Ian took Morgan's hand.

"As my wife, she has a little interest in this aspect."

"So I implore you to make an exception and allow her to witness this round table meeting with us."

Morgan was naturally dissatisfied.

But she also knew that there was no need for her to get upset in this situation.

"..."

"I understand." Altria nodded, "Then-"

"Just give us special permission to watch this time."

"But I have to say this beforehand. Those who enter the round table should follow the etiquette of the round table. If you offend, don't blame me for being rude."

"That's natural."

"Yes." Altria agreed to all this.

"Sir Ian, please come sit next to me."

"Today is not a specific roundtable meeting, but just an inspection of the candidates nominated by Lord Gahoris and Lord Gao Wen."

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, nodded, and then sat next to her as Altria requested.

Morgan sat on his other side very naturally.

then--

Ian was sandwiched between Morgan and Altria.

of course.

From everyone else's perspective, it was just that they were sitting on the same side.

But Ian, who was deeply involved in it, still felt an inexplicable pressure.

"Let Bedivere in." said Altria.

"Yes."

As the Knight King issued this order, the gate opened again.

This time, a young man came in.

He has silver hair and light green eyes, a tall and straight figure, and looks very energetic.

"King Arthur, and everyone else, it is an honor to meet you."

The young man greeted very politely.

"I am Bedivere. I came here because I admire the reputation of the Knight King. I hope to be able to serve under the Knight King and raise the sword for Camelot."

[Bedivere really gives a good first impression. ]

[Both you and Altria can sense the qualities a knight needs in him.]

[As the Knight King, Altria and him dabbled in various fields, including but not limited to military and agriculture.]

[This is a highly comprehensive assessment, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can handle.]

【You know now is not the time for you to speak. 】

【You decide to wait for now. 】

[But Morgan on the side doesn't seem to want to leave you idle like this. ]

"Ian, this is indeed a long and boring process."

Morgan maintained a dignified appearance as he spoke calmly to Ian beside him.

"Do you think so too?"

"Boring repetition is also a rule that knights must follow." Ian explained, "My Lady Princess, perhaps you can leave early. I will explain it to her for you."

"Oh--?"

Morgan gave an unhappy smile.

"Ian, do you want me to leave quickly so I can be alone with that woman later?"

"..."

"My Lady Princess, I didn't mean that. I just don't want to see you feel uncomfortable because of boredom."

"Yeah, I really don't want to waste my time on boring things."

"so--"

Morgan slipped one hand under the cloth.

This is a red tablecloth specially cut for the round table. Its area is much larger than the round table itself. After hanging down from the edge, the excess part can almost touch the ground.

Salad salad.

The fabric on the edge of the table swayed slightly like a snake moving through the grass.

Suddenly.

Ian's whole body trembled.

He glanced down.

"My Lady Princess, what are you doing..."

"Shh-"

Morgan smiled and gestured to his lips with his free hand.

"Isn't it more interesting now?"

"Or are you unwilling to provide me with pleasure in this way?"

"..."

"I understand."

Morgan today is no longer the princess she was when they first met.

Just as Ian fully understood how the spear should serve his princess, Morgan also understood his knight's weaknesses.

When it comes to handling Ian's weapons, she is at a master level.

Especially under such unilateral pressure.

"You're vulnerable, Ian."

Morgan's hand in the dark pressed lightly on something.

"What do you think would happen if I defeated you here?"

"My Lady Princess, I believe you won't do that."

"That's not necessarily true."

Morgan looked at Altria who was still talking in the distance and Bedivere in front of her.

"Don't you think it's interesting to mess up this so-called round table meeting?"

"..."

"Ian, it seems you don't think so."

"No." Ian shook his head. "My Lady Princess, I just think you are angry right now, so that's why you said such a thing."

“I’m thinking whether there is another possibility to solve this problem.”

"Well, it does exist."

Morgan held his chin with one hand, and with the other hand in the dark, he pressed something on the chair and rubbed it left and right.

"It depends on whether you can find it."

【You know this is Morgan's hint.】

[Her saying this means that this possibility must be achievable, and it will be achieved in the simplest way.]

[Then——the answer is obvious.]

The table cloth once again burrowed into the winding snake.

This time, it was Morgan's turn to tremble.

"Knight, it seems you are quite smart."