The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

After it returned to its original appearance, Morgan realized that it was a puppy-like creature.

No.

It might not be right to say it's a puppy.

After all, puppies don't have such beautiful hair as it does, nor do they look as relaxed and free as it looks.

But this is not the point.

The crux of the matter is——

Why did it fall from the sky?

Morgan looked up at the sky above his head and saw a blue sky that was almost identical to the one in Camelot.

The country is at its peak, and even the land and sky are the most beautiful they have ever been.

But this doesn't explain how this thing came about.

You can't say——

Were the clouds in the sky falling in front of the two of them?

Unlike Morgan's puzzled look, Mary was not confused by the creature that suddenly appeared in front of them.

Instead, she squatted down and gently poked it with her wand, which had turned into a ball of cotton on the ground.

She poked and said:

"Pitiful."

"Did he just get thrown down like that?"

"What do you mean?" Listening to Mary's words, Morgan realized that she seemed to know where this guy came from.

"Who threw it in front of us?!"

"I'm not sure." Meili looked up at Morgan, "but at least it's definitely not me who threw it."

"..."

Morgan felt like he was about to be driven crazy by Mary.

This guy seems to do everything according to his own temperament.

She dared to say whatever she felt she could say;

She would not say anything no matter what she felt she could not say.

This kind of bad character really makes it impossible to feel that he is not bad.

But at this moment, the cotton ball that Mary had been poking with her wand suddenly spread its hands and feet. It first knocked the thing away, then jumped onto the tree next to it under Morgan's surprised gaze, and began to roar.

"F——!"

Although I had no idea what it was saying, judging from its tail standing upright, it was clearly expressing its hostility towards Mary.

but--

Facing the hatred from the unknown creature, Mary did not show any panic.

She still had that expressionless look on her face.

She slowly stood up and pointed her wand at it.

"If you want revenge—"

"You seem to have found the wrong person."

"I am not Merlin, so no matter how angry you are with me, it won't change this fact."

"You should know this, right?"

"Fufu..."

Although it didn't communicate in words Morgan could understand, the fact that its momentum suddenly weakened was enough to show that it did agree with Mary's words to some extent.

"It seems you understand."

Merry put away her staff.

"Then let's end it here - if you want to seek revenge on someone, I think now is the time."

"Good luck."

After saying this, Mary walked towards Morgan who was not far away.

"Let's go."

"We still have a long way to go."

"..."

Although he had no idea what was going on, Morgan had to admit that Mary was right.

What happened in the wheat field has already shown how much Ian's love I have ignored.

now--

It's time to feel it all again.

"Well, let's go."

After taking a last look at the little animal still in the tree, Morgan retracted his gaze, then turned and left with Mary.

But what she didn't expect was——

After the two walked a little further away, the little guy who looked like a ball of cotton jumped down from the tree.

It looked in the direction where Morgan and Mary were going away, and made a low sound in its throat.

"Fufu... Fufufu!"

The next second, it spread its legs and followed.

Morgan didn't notice this.

[Her mind has been drawn to the confession you hid in the wheat field.]

She was worried about whether she had missed out on more.

It was late at night again, in a hotel somewhere.

Maybe we have never been friends, or maybe we need some privacy.

Mellie hadn't chosen to live in the same room with Morgan.

of course.

If Mary really asked to do this, Morgan would refuse her without hesitation.

She was not used to being in the same room with anyone other than Ian late at night, not even her beloved Mordred.

The quality of the beds in the hotel is not good, even a bit bad.

Morgan felt uncomfortable all over when sleeping here, as if he was lying directly on a rock.

no way.

Not all inns can match the quality of those in Camelot. The King of Britain, knowing this clearly, felt a little embarrassed, but he still accepted it patiently.

Besides, the situation is not too bad—

I have someone I can confide in.

If you want to, even if the quality of the bed is poor, it is completely acceptable.

Thinking this way, Morgan closed his eyes again.

Ian's voice rang in her ears.

This time, before the knight could take the initiative to find a topic, Morgan had already started talking to himself about what he wanted to say.

"knight--"

"You know what? I met a very strange thing today."

"weird stuff?"

Ian's tone became curious as if to show his support as Morgan raised his doubts.

"Princess, is there something in this world that you find strange?"

"Yes." Morgan nodded.

"I never thought that I would see a creature like that at this time."

"It's like a white cloud falling from the sky."

"Knight, have you ever seen a creature like this?"

"No."

Ian answered without hesitation, as if he had already prepared the answer.

"Princess, there is nothing in this world that I know but you don't."

"Because I will share with you everything I come into contact with without reservation."

"..."

Morgan did not deny this statement.

After all, in her impression, that's exactly what Ian did.

"So how do you think it got to us?" Morgan continued.

"It's impossible that they appeared out of thin air, right?"

"Princess, of course nothing in this world appears out of thin air. I believe you understand better than I do that everything has a reason for its creation."

"From this perspective, when it appears in front of you, there's no need to worry about how it appeared."

"Because all of this will no longer be changed, the so-called dust settling refers to this situation."

“Rather than dwelling on the causes, think more about the possible consequences.”

"..."

Morgan slowly opened her eyes. All around her was the silent atmosphere and the bed that was so hard that it was difficult to sleep.

But none of this seems to matter anymore.

"Just accept it all as it comes?"

Morgan held out his hand toward the ceiling.

"I... should be able to do it."

This was Morgan's lightest night of sleep.

[She woke up before daybreak.]

This is a very rare occurrence.

[After all, with you around, she usually doesn't wake up that early.]

[Because this way, she can hear you calling her to wake up.]

[This is Morgan's secret that has never been made public.]

Now, it has become an unattainable expectation.

"This environment is really terrible..."

Morgan sat on the bed and stretched her muscles. It was obvious that she didn't sleep very well last night.

However, the King of Britain did not care about these things.

It is impossible to have such sweet dreams every day.

She knew she had to adapt to the situation.

Get up and walk around a bit.

That way, maybe I'd feel better.

only--