The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

When Morgan opened the door of the room and wanted to go out for a walk, he saw something unexpected.

The little thing that Mary had left on the tree yesterday was now squatting at her door.

"..."

Morgan confirmed again and again before he was sure that he was not hallucinating.

Recalling what Ian had said to him about letting things take their own course, the King of Britain squatted down, looked at the little thing in front of him, and asked softly:

"Have you been following us?"

Facing Morgan's question, the little thing nodded.

At the same time, it also made strange noises.

"Fufu... Fufufu!"

Although he could feel that the other party was very excited, Morgan still couldn't understand what it was saying.

"Feel sorry."

"I can not understand what you say."

"but--"

"Since you've been following us, that means you haven't eaten all night, right?"

"Would you like something to eat? Whole grains or something? We should have them here."

"Fufu..."

Although Morgan couldn't understand what the other person said, the other person seemed to understand what Morgan said.

"Fufu!"

"You mean both are fine?" Morgan asked tentatively.

The little guy nodded.

"okay, I get it."

To be fair, Morgan doesn't actually like keeping small animals.

It's not that she hates these things, she just doesn't like being disturbed when she's alone with Ian.

after all--

Cute things are usually clingy.

But the one in front of us seems to be an exception.

Morgan looked at the little guy and didn't get angry.

Not to mention that Ian just told him last night to let nature take its course.

At this moment, Morgan was more or less willing to provide some small help.

only--

When Morgan took some food and returned to the little guy, Mary appeared there.

She was still "teaching" the other person a lesson.

"I should have said it many times, right?"

"I'm not the Merlin you're looking for."

"If you continue to waste your time on me, you will look quite foolish."

"..."

Mary was as rude as ever, but the little thing also seemed a bit difficult to deal with.

If it were before, Morgan felt that he probably wouldn't care about these things.

But now, she felt she needed to take action.

"that--"

Morgan looked at Mary in front of him.

"I don't think it mistook you for Merlin, did it? Maybe... it just wanted to follow us."

"And why did you suddenly appear here?"

"is it?"

Mary met Morgan's gaze, and she seemed to have no intention of explaining why she suddenly appeared here.

"That's it, I understand."

Mary nodded, seemingly accepting Morgan's statement.

"So--"

"Let's go while it's still early."

"Departure?" Morgan was a little confused.

"Yes." Mary tightened her grip on the staff in her hand.

"This is the village where Altria once lived."

"you--"

"Don't you want to take a stroll here?"

"..."

"Really?" Morgan laughed self-deprecatingly. "Then I really need to take a closer look at the kind of environment that raised my sister."

Ten minutes later.

Morgan and Mary walked in front, and Fu Fu followed behind them - this was the name Mary had just given it based on its call.

In front of a tombstone, Mary, who was a little ahead, stopped.

"arrive."

"..."

Following the other party's words, Morgan also looked forward and then took a breath.

Because the name on the tombstone was not anyone else's, but her nominal sister Altria's.

Of course, the tomb must be empty.

After all, she was buried in the royal cemetery in Camelot.

"It's a memorial tombstone," Mary commented. "It's clear that the people in this village really love her."

"Yeah." Morgan nodded, "Indeed."

"..."

Mary was silent for a moment, then continued.

"You don't seem angry."

"I'm really not angry." Morgan reached out and gently brushed away the fallen leaves on the tombstone.

"because--"

"She didn't actually do anything wrong."

"The burden on her shoulders may not be much lighter than mine."

"Does this count as an answer to my previous question?" Mary looked at Morgan and asked.

"Maybe. If you think this is the answer, then this is the answer."

Morgan responded to Mary, then squatted down and untied the sheath protecting the Excalibur Gallatin.

"What are you doing?" Mary asked.

"I want to leave it here." Morgan looked at the empty tomb in front of him.

“This is one of the best places for it.”

"But you clearly care about this scabbard."

"Yeah, but I still want to do it."

Morgan gently stroked the scabbard of the Excalibur Gallatin, as if he were holding a treasure.

"But it's my freedom."

"Fufu!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Morgan turned around and saw Fu Fu holding a flower she had picked from somewhere.

At that moment, her eyes lit up with recognition.

"Are you supporting me?"

"Fu!"

"Oh, it seems that I made the right choice."

Morgan slowly buried the scabbard of Excalibur Gallatin.

"..."

Mary didn't say anything, but slowly looked behind Morgan, as if there was someone standing there.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she uttered words that only she could hear.

"One person wants to remember the other person forever, while the other person wants to free the other person from this bondage?"

"It's really a dilemma worth helping with."

Mary muttered to herself, and a smile actually appeared on her expressionless face.

515. Morgan Saw the Star He Became/Merry's Guidance/Next Destination (4k)

Morgan did believe he had done the right thing.

She told you all this without reservation.

A pair of white hands gently piled the loess on the scabbard of the Sword of Victory (Excalibur Galatine).

Everything in the past seems to have been condensed in the most real way at this moment.

Morgan felt a little less crowded inside.

She closed her eyes again and listened to the voice coming from her ears.

"knight--"

"see it?"

"I buried the scabbard of Excalibur Galatine in Altria's tomb."

In an instant, Ian's response came out like an echo.

"My Lady Princess, I know."

"but--"

"This doesn't appear to be her actual grave."

"Knight, are you complaining that I didn't do a good enough job?" Morgan asked. "Do you think I should bury it in the royal cemetery in Camelot?"

"That is not what I meant, Princess."

"I always support all your choices." Ian's voice was still full of loyalty and tenderness.

"I'm just worried that you don't really want to do this."

"I hope you can make choices based on your own ideas, rather than being constrained by external factors. For me, that is a great sorrow."

"..."

Morgan smiled faintly when he heard this.

She hadn't felt this kind of pleasure in a long time.