The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

“It seems there is no difference…”

"What exactly am I fighting for?"

After saying this, Morgan took off his clothes bit by bit in the moonlight.

First the gossamer outer garment, then the folds underneath.

A few crashes.

They quietly slid down her arms, which were maintained like unpolished jade, and landed on the floor of the room.

She looked at herself in the mirror and slowly closed her eyes.

This is my most attractive look.

If it were normal times——

That guy will definitely sneak up behind me, right?

however--

When Morgan opened her eyes again, she was greeted by the only silence in the room.

Nothing can go back to the way it was.

The new king of Britain fell on the extremely luxurious bed, looking at everything in front of him with lifeless eyes.

[It seems that your contact with Morgan has been completely severed.]

【But in fact, this is not the case. 】

[Your last encounter with her by the Holy Lake became a nightmare in her mind.]

【So——】

[Under this overwhelming mental pressure, you gradually took shape.]

Ian is still here.

This is how Morgan feels these days.

How could he leave me?

He said that no matter what the situation, it would become his sharp blade.

Yes, he didn't leave!

You can see him at the next corner!

With such hope in mind, Morgan hurried to the next corner in the royal court.

however--

The person who appeared there was not Ian, but Bedivere.

Morgan's eyes changed from excitement to loss in an instant, and his cold gaze fell on the other person.

However, her dignity as a king quickly made her regain her sanity, and she quickly retracted that inappropriate gaze.

But how could Bedivere not notice the change in the demeanor of the new British king?

He quickly asked worriedly:

"Wang, what's wrong with you? Is there something bothering you?"

"If that's the case, please tell us. As Knights of the Round Table, we have an obligation to help you resolve this problem."

"..."

How could Morgan possibly speak?

That was a tribute to her husband.

I can't tell them that I miss him a lot, right?

"No." Morgan rejected Bedivere's kindness. "I don't have any intention of asking you for help yet."

"..."

Bedivere wanted to say something more.

After all, any normal person, seeing Morgan's appearance at the moment, would think that she must be being stubborn.

But in the end, the Knight of the Round Table did not choose to investigate further.

He swore an oath to Artoria.

No matter who the King of Britain is, he will definitely do his best to assist her so that this turbulent country can continue to operate for a long time.

"That--"

"I have something to report to the king."

"Tell me, what's the matter." Morgan has completely recovered his former dignified appearance.

"that is--"

Bedivere opened the notebook in his hand and showed it to Morgan.

"I once asked you about the burial ceremony of the former King Altria, and you replied that it should be conducted according to the highest royal etiquette."

"Yes, that's right."

"In that case—"

"Is it necessary for all of Camelot to observe a moment of silence?" Bedivere asked. "I... don't know if we should go to that extent."

"..."

Morgan laughed.

"What did I think it was?"

"Of course—if you're worried that I'll be embarrassed, then don't do this in the name of the king."

"Just call me your dearest sister."

"……I see."

[Altria's funeral was finally held at Morgan's suggestion.]

It was a perfectly perfect funeral.

Under the gaze of the people of Camelot, the old king of Britain was placed in a fine coffin and buried in the royal cemetery.

Although she was nominally buried as Morgan's sister, anyone with a bit of intelligence would know that this was a treatment only a king could receive.

[The transition between the old and new kings of Britain was truly completed at this moment.]

【only--】

[What everyone in Camelot didn't know was that Morgan "saw" you again at this funeral.]

Can't go wrong.

Morgan, standing in front of the soldier, saw a figure in the crowd.

That's Ian.

At this moment, he, like other Camelot people, was holding a white flower and watching the burial of Artoria.

"Eh——"

Morgan was about to speak, but found that he couldn't say anything no matter what.

She was afraid that if she shouted like that, the other person would disappear again.

Is he still here?

That's right.

He's here!

Morgan said this to himself, and then looked at where Ian was again.

But this time, she saw nothing.

"..."

Morgan felt his eyes were sore and would burst into tears if he exerted even a little effort.

At this moment, Aguguiwen, the assistant officer, spoke at an inopportune moment:

"King, please preside over the final ceremony."

At that moment, Morgan's anger, which had nowhere to vent, fell completely on the child who had once attacked his father.

It was a gaze that sent chills down one's spine.

Agguiwen felt that he was about to be killed, but he was so frightened that he even forgot how to escape.

But in the end—

Morgan did not do anything drastic.

Instead, she just looked at Aguwen for a long time and then nodded.

"okay, I get it."

[Altria's funeral finally ended perfectly.]

【But Morgan's longing for her became even more severe.】

[Sometimes, she would even subconsciously call out your name, and then, to the guards' confusion, change it to calling out to Gawain.]

As a lake sprite born with blessings, Morgan's magical power gradually gathered inadvertently.

This is the combined strength of the British Isles.

[A hallucinatory miracle also appeared at this time. ]

It's another quiet night.

Morgan leaned against the window near the courtyard, looking at the flowers that looked like an ocean, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

These are the flowers that Ian specifically ordered people to plant.

And in order to allow Morgan to appreciate the most perfect appearance, the corresponding angle was specially adjusted.

only--

The two of them should have enjoyed the beautiful scenery together, but now only Morgan was left here.

She wanted to cry.

But I couldn't shed tears no matter what.

A feeling of incomparable loneliness spread in her heart.

The British king even recalled the time when he and Ian went to the lake.

if--

If I had chosen to leave with him at that time, would things have turned out differently?

But there are no ifs in the world.

After all, if that were the case, there would be no emotion called regret.

But the pain caused by all this will not be reduced.

Morgan wanted so badly to see him again.

Even if——

It's okay to be deceived.

Thinking of this, Morgan, who was strong-willed by nature, closed his eyes rarely and began to pray with his hands folded.

Tick.

Dewdrops slid down the leaves in the courtyard and dripped onto the garden ground.

At that moment, Morgan felt someone holding his waist.

And only one person can give this familiar feeling.

"Ian, is that you?!"