The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Under the light of the full moon, Donstarion was seen standing in the middle of the woods.

The white silver light fell on the well-groomed mane, making the horse exude a noble aura, like an aristocrat among horses.

But at this moment, it is not the focus of attention.

The real protagonist is the girl riding on it, Altria.

Her white legs as she rode the horse seemed to blend perfectly with Eaststarion's mane.

The pure and flawless body sits quietly on the horse's body, without the royal cover of the knight's armor, nor the girlish beauty of the white dress.

The bright moonlight covered every inch of her skin, making it as white as the first snow. The streamlines drawn from top to bottom had the beauty of a flower.

The girl lowered her usually noble head, looking shy and timid as she was waiting for something.

Such a scene is really too beautiful.

It took Ian a long time to come to his senses and call out her name.

"Artoria."

The girl was startled at first, then turned around, revealing the joy that only comes when she sees her loved one.

"Mr. Ian, you are finally here."

"Let's get on the horse first."

"..."

Without much hesitation, Ian accepted Altria's invitation and boarded the horse he had given her after a long absence.

As soon as he sat down, the girl took the initiative to lean into his arms.

She asked softly:

"Mr. Ian, do you find me disgusting?"

"how could be……"

Ian felt the girl's tender white skin, which was as delicate as a baby's, and his heart was throbbing.

"I just didn't expect you to do that."

"If we are discovered, it will be hard to explain, right?"

"Yes." Altria nodded shyly, "But I believe Mr. Ian will be here before anyone else."

“So I’m not scared at all.”

"..."

It is neither hypocritical nor flattering.

All she has is the girl's determination to give her sweetheart something beautiful.

Ian didn't know how to respond.

As he pondered over this point, the girl's voice came again.

"Mr. Ian, you don't need to be nervous."

Altria grabbed his hand.

"I... just want to show you my best side."

"I don't ask for your response, nor do I need you to take any responsibility for it."

"I just want you to look at me one more time, that's enough."

"..."

As cold as Altria is to others, she is as warm in front of herself.

He clearly just wanted her to be a puppet that he could control, but he discovered that she didn't mind being his plaything at all.

How should I respond to this sincerity?

Ian lowered his head and hugged the girl's body.

"That's probably more than just a glance, Altria."

"I think I need to experience it for myself for a while."

"Eh--?"

Although Altria was a little surprised, she finally nodded in obedience.

"Yeah...I think so too."

The girl's ethereal voice resonated with the young birds in the small woods.

And it all started with another man's hands that had been stained by the dragon's lair.

Every soft note was composed and painted by him.

The sound of flowing springs and melodious singing echoes in the night sky.

But Donstarion remains the same as before, maintaining the reserve and elegance that a good horse should have.

It knows that it has carried different stories - but still maintains a silent attitude.

For a war horse, the most important thing is its loyalty to its rider.

As for who that is, it is relatively unimportant.

[You and Altria spent a perfect night with minimal restraint. ]

[Except for you, no other knight knows that their Knight King still has such a burning heart of a girl. ]

[Everything was silently covered up in the war.]

[You are the most powerful knight of the king, and she is the most powerful king of the knights. ]

[You have won another battle. ]

【At this moment, a knight who calls himself Percival appears before you. 】

74. Holy Spear, Girl, Bitter Wine (-word chapter)

[Like Bedivere, Percival also seemed to appear here because he admired King Arthur's reputation.]

[When he first visited you, he almost mistook you for King Arthur, since you were taller than him.]

[He seemed a little surprised to learn that Altria beside you was the real King Arthur.]

[However, he continued to express his apologies, hoping to prove that he did not do it on purpose.]

[Of course, Altria didn't care so much. ]

[On the contrary, at the moment of misunderstanding, she seemed to be somewhat happy. ]

[This gave Percival an opportunity similar to a round-table meeting.]

[And taking advantage of this free time, Gareth has something to say to you. 】

"Father, father~"

Gareth waved at Ian.

"Can you come over here for a minute?" |

"..."

Although he didn't understand what Gareth wanted to do, Ian came to her side as she wished.

"Gareth, what's wrong?"

"Father, I want to ask you a question~" Gareth blinked his big watery eyes.

"Why did mother ask me and Brother Gawain to keep an eye on you and the king?"

"..."

【Gareth's words made you realize that Morgan had not completely let go of his suspicion of you because of your previous explanation.】

[This should be a bit uncomfortable, but for some reason, you feel a long-lost sense of comfort - just like a beam of sunlight suddenly shines into a place that has been dark for years. ]

[But you know this is not something Gareth should get involved in.]

"nothing."

Ian smiled and rubbed Gareth's head.

"Your mother is just caring about me."

"Just concern?" Gareth looked unconvinced by this explanation.

"Yeah, it's just concern." Ian confirmed again.

"Gareth, these are not things you should think about too much."

“Eh——?! How can you say that to your father?!”

"Even I said that?" Ian was a little confused.

"Uh-huh!"

Gareth pointed to Gawain, who was listening to the conversation between the king and Percival not far away.

"Brother Gao Wen said exactly the same thing as you said."

"..."

Ian looked at Gawain with a complicated smile on his face.

"Um--"

"Gareth, my child, so you should understand that this is not your business, right?"

"Oh..." Gareth nodded thoughtfully, and then seemed to remember something.

"Father, you won't be in danger because of this, right?!"

"how can that be possible?"

Ian looked at Gareth tenderly.

"As your father, I will not fall so easily."

"Hey, hey, after hearing you say that, I'm not worried anymore."

"Father."

Gawain came over.

"The Knight King hopes you can come over."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"Gareth, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Ok!"

After Ian walked away, Gawain asked Gareth in a low voice.

"Gareth, what did you and father just say?"

"Nothing." Gareth looked at Ian's receding figure, "Just asking his mother why she wanted us to keep an eye on him and King Arthur!"

"you!"

Gawain was almost driven crazy by his sister.

"How can you say that? Are you stupid?"

"Why, why are you an idiot again?!" Gareth puffed up his cheeks. "If you have any questions, it would be better to ask the person directly!"

"..."

"Ah." Gao Wen sighed, "What did my father say?"

"He said it was just his mother caring about him," Gareth answered truthfully.

"is it?"

After hearing this, Gao Wen's expression seemed a little indescribable.