The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

But her expression was not shy, instead, there was a hint of anticipation after speaking out her inner thoughts.

Just as Ian was about to answer, a rooster crowed in the distance.

This is a symbol of the dawn having passed and the sunrise over Britain.

But right now.

Ian suddenly felt a gaze coming from behind.

He didn't know whose gaze it was, but because of this gaze, he suddenly figured out the problem that he had been unable to figure out in the military camp just now.

Rumors, are they true?

It depends on the purpose of the person spreading the rumor.

Not all rumors need to be true to be effective.

Paralysis is often its purpose.

Once the announcement of the night attack was made, the knights would certainly not sit idly by.

And this positivity will eventually turn into physical fatigue.

When everyone is exhausted, the ultimate purpose of the rumor is achieved.

According to this logic -

The time when the assassin is really ready to take action is at sunrise when his fatigue has not yet subsided and his body is in an extremely bad condition!

And they are exposed to this danger at this moment.

Too late.

It was too late to realize this.

The distance between the person in sight and the two people was rapidly decreasing at an unimaginable speed.

This is definitely not something a normal person can do, but rather a miracle brought about by magic.

It was a figure dressed in black with his face completely covered.

In his hand was a sharp blade emitting a vicious curse.

At this moment, the hidden eyes could only notice the smiling King Arthur, and completely ignored who the man in front of her was.

the other side.

His attention was completely focused on his beloved Artoria, and he was completely unaware of the assassin who was attacking him under the protection of magic.

This was an action that neither the assassin nor the assassinated had ever understood.

Only Ian, who was between the two and had not completely lost his concentration because of hypocrisy and meanness, was the most sober.

But he had no time to remind or even shout.

The only thing he did was his body's instinctive action - to protect the girl in front of him.

The sharp knife pierced the man's back and went through the other side.

Blood splattered and flowed on Altria's face.

The man stared at the girl in front of him with wide eyes.

At that moment, the most despicable him stood before her, the king, like a true knight.

79. Important? Or... unimportant? (-word chapter)

The blood is hot.

but--

How did I know this when I wasn't injured?

Because it is not your own blood.

It's someone else's blood.

To be more precise, it came from Ian's blood.

The moment she realized this, Altria's green eyes, which were originally immersed in happiness, fell into an extremely cold ice cave in an instant.

The starlight that should have been lively between our eyes was replaced by endless darkness.

The heart that was descended from the dragon was beating at an unimaginable frequency.

Magic power is released.

The girl's body was strengthened to an extremely terrifying level in just a few breaths.

Even if the Sword of Promised Victory was not by her side, she could kill anyone at this moment.

"who are you?"

"Why do this to Mr. Ian?!"

When hearing the name "Ian", the black shadow surrounded by magic was stunned for a moment.

He seemed to have been struck by some fact and took several steps back, finally tripped by a stone and fell to the ground.

In that state, I'm afraid I even forgot to escape.

The situation is very chaotic.

But there is one thing that is 100% certain at this moment.

That is, Artoria will never let this black shadow go.

When she releases her magic power, she can kill the opponent with just one punch.

But the angry girl couldn't move on.

The one who imprisoned her was none other than Ian.

With blood constantly flowing from his chest, he used almost all his strength to hold onto Altria.

The two of them seemed to be pulled together by an iron chain and could not move at all.

In this gap, the black shadow also came to his senses.

"I'm sorry... Father, I didn't mean to do this."

"Please forgive me."

He said these words that only he could hear, and then he struggled to get up from the ground.

When Artoria noticed him again, he had already disappeared into the distance.

sunrise.

The sunlight shone on Ian's body, illuminating the dagger that pierced his chest from behind.

The girl had no time to think about revenge.

She just wanted to save her sweetheart.

"Mr. Ian, I'll find someone to rescue you right away!"

[Altria didn't care about her image, picked you up, and rushed directly to the military camp. ]

[Your blood flowed all the way from the river to the banner of Camelot.]

[Genius Queen's Curse++ has been obtained: The dagger that stabbed you is attached with Morgan's vicious curse, which will accompany you until death.]

[Talent Blessing of the Lake + Lost: The curse has affected you, your magic power has been severely reduced, it is difficult for you to always stay energetic, and you can no longer recognize some magic through it. 】

[Gift of the Red Dragon + Activated: Altria's magic power flows rapidly in your body, your resistance to magic is greatly improved, and you regain the ability to recognize magic. ]

[Wheel-shaped Sword of Victory++ has been activated: The blessing of the sun is covering you, and you are resisting the curse from your loved one. ]

[Battle continuation has been initiated: You did not die from the curse, but you still suffered serious damage. ]

[You have fallen into a coma, and it is unknown how long it will take for you to wake up. ]

The knights of Camelot halted their advance.

This is not because they encountered a powerful enemy or a devastating subversion occurred.

It was determined by the will of King Arthur alone.

"Before Lord Ian wakes up, any form of military action is prohibited!"

The young king, holding the sword of promised victory (Excalibur), gave these orders to all the knights under his command.

No one questioned this.

Ian is King Arthur's shadow, and no king can ignore his own shadow.

The knights sincerely hoped that this powerful comrade would wake up and command with the Excalibur Galatine, no less than a king.

This is the desire for the dawn of victory in everyone's heart.

But what they don’t know is that—

The girl named Wang is under tremendous pressure at this moment.

She was so cold that she lost control of her emotions the moment she crossed the curtain.

The originally emotionless face began to look sad, and then turned into crying.

Clear tears gathered into a small lake in the corners of the girl's eyes, and then fell to the ground like broken rain lines.

Endless pain blooms into wet flowers at this moment.

The voice of regret echoed in the girl's heart:

"If only I hadn't brought him to the lake because of my own selfish desires."

"If only I hadn't woken up early because I missed him so much."

"It would be better if I hadn't called him to my side."

Countless regrets caused by her own wrong choices gathered together to form star-like crystals, which were firmly engraved in the girl's heart.

This is something she will never forget in her life.

Days and nights passed in agony.

The girl took off her royal armor and robes and stood by his side naked.

She is looking forward to it.

Looking forward to that familiar voice calling me.

It doesn't matter what shame is attached to it.

Please allow yourself to hear His voice once more.

[The gifted girl's wish has been granted: the last bit of emotion that Altria placed on you has become the bond of voice transmission.]

You heard her call.

【You refuse to surrender your life to the gods.】

[This seems to have caused you some trouble.]

[The innate Queen's Curse++ has been strengthened to Queen's Curse+++: You can feel that your life is entering the countdown, although it seems that it still seems a bit long. ]

【You woke up.】

[You saw Altria beside you.]

Ian opened his eyes - he didn't know how long it had been since he last did so.

What caught his eyes was Altria sleeping beside him.

To be precise, the word "sleep" should not be used to describe it.

Instead, it should be called "half awake and half asleep".

The girl's beautiful long golden hair was hastily curled together, looking very messy.

The snow-white body was leaning on the bed, and the two spots of snow on her chest were squeezed into the shape of red peaches.

But even in such a mess, she still held the man's hand tightly, fearing that she would not be able to feel him waking up in the first place.

Looking at Altria like this, Ian felt his heart being stirred upside down once again.