The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

It was an existence that even the King of Britain would be eager to compose poetry about.

"You're right."

"It's a pity that sooner or later these stars will lose all their brilliance and disappear from this world like dust."

"Is it really?"

Mary held her staff, looked at the sky above her head, and responded to Morgan.

“No one can prove that stars die after they lose their light. They may just continue to shine in a different way.”

"For example—"

Mellie pointed upward.

"These constellations that appear in autumn are not always in the night sky."

"..."

"Merry, what exactly do you want to say?" Morgan looked at the girl in front of him and gradually became serious.

"Even if the star is not dead, if it has lost its original light, how can we find it?"

"The light is the only thing that can be identified, right?"

"I'm not sure about that."

Mary's gaze shifted from the starry sky to Morgan in front of her.

"But I know—"

"If you want to see a star, there are countless ways to do it."

“The loss of its light is its tragedy, not the excuse of others.”

"..."

Morgan turned his face away and bit his lip.

"Merry, you don't understand anything."

"I really don't know anything." Mary accepted Morgan's evaluation without any aversion.

"If I knew these things, I wouldn't have to embark on this journey with you."

"but--"

"Even someone like me found some interesting things."

"Interesting things?" Morgan asked.

"Yes."

Mary gently waved her staff, and several petals flew in the air as if in response to her.

The silver-haired girl began to draw something, and these creations born from magic gathered together, forming a star-like scene in the palm of her hand.

"I discovered that as long as I walk with you, I can always find this constellation in the sky."

"..."

Hearing Mary say this, Morgan's eyes fell on her hands.

What the King of Britain noticed:

"Is this Pegasus?"

"Pegasus?"

"Hmm." Morgan described what he saw. "These are its wings, this is its body..."

"Really?" Meili nodded thoughtfully. "Now that you put it that way, it does seem quite realistic."

"Morgan Le Fay."

"I've heard that some stars can burn themselves to convey a certain kind of longing. Have you... ever heard of such a saying?"

"I am not sure."

Morgan answered without hesitation.

"That's not something I should master."

"but--"

"If this really happens, it wouldn't be a bad thing."

"..."

Hearing this, Mary, who had been expressionless, suddenly smiled.

This scene gave Morgan a chill.

This was the first time she saw the other person smile like this.

"Merry, why are you laughing?"

"Nothing." Mary shook her head.

"I was just lamenting the fact that 'humans often fail to realize where they are.'"

"But that doesn't matter."

Mary looked at the moonlit road ahead.

"Let's go."

"Let's go to the next place."

"Next place?" Morgan looked at her beside him.

"Yeah." Mary nodded.

"Don't you want to see what kind of enemies your husband has fought?"

"That's—"

"The legendary dragon."

516. Morgan's Night with Him/The Power of the Sleeping Dragon/Merry's Night Visit (4k)

[Merry's words hit home exactly what Morgan was thinking.]

[Her experience in the village made her realize that she didn't know you as well as she thought.]

She wants to experience more of what you've experienced.

[Even if——]

【That is where you finally arrive on your journey. 】

"Can you... take me there?"

Morgan looked at Mary in front of him and asked what he cared about most at the moment.

"of course can."

Meili met her gaze, still expressionless.

"after all--"

"That was a battle that changed Britain."

"Every living being here should remember it, even I, who have no attachment to this land, should be no exception."

"..."

Morgan's eyes swept over Mary, with an indescribable complexity in them.

After a while, she finally expressed her thoughts.

"You seem to be leading me somewhere."

"What are your intentions?"

"My intentions have been clear from the beginning," Meili responded to Morgan. "The only question I've wanted to understand from the beginning is 'what it's like to discover that what you expected is different from what you imagined.'"

"Apart from this, I don't feel the need to understand anything, nor do I feel the need to explain anything."

"But is that really all you think?"

Morgan still maintained his vigilance.

"You really didn't lie to me?"

"What I hate most is being deceived by others. If that's the case, I will definitely bet everything I have to repay your lies."

"It's not impossible for you to think so."

Mary still had an expressionless face, as if what Morgan had just said was not a threat but just a few words for conversation.

"I will not interfere with this."

"You have the right to choose your actions, but in return, you also need to bear the price you pay for it."

"So--"

"Are you still going to that place now?"

"If it stops here, I won't express any objection."

"..."

Listening to Mary's voice, which was completely devoid of any emotion, Morgan was once again surrounded by silence.

After a while, she finally spoke:

"I understand."

"In that case, of course I'm going."

"it is good."

Mary nodded, then turned and walked onto the moonlit road as if nothing had happened.

【This is a long journey.】

Morgan and Mellie followed the path once walked by the knights of Britain.

After traveling for who knows how long, they finally arrived at their destination.

[That's where you and Vortigern once fought.]

[Here, Artoria throws the Rhongomyniad, the Spear that Shines at the End, at Vortigern.]

[That was the historic moment of killing the white dragon.]

Based on everything he knew, Morgan thought that the place where Ian and Vortigern fought would now be a scorched earth with no grass growing.

however--

This is not the case.

Instead of the scorched earth scene the King of Britain had imagined, she was greeted by a completely opposite scene.

What appeared before Morgan was an endless sea of flowers.

If she didn't know that this was the place where the white dragon fell, she would probably think that she had come to a place where it was worth enjoying the beautiful scenery.

"You seem surprised."

Meili's voice sounded at this time.

"Morgan Le Fay, you think this place should be deserted, right?"

"..."

Realizing that he really had no way to hide anything about this matter, Morgan nodded directly.

"Yes."

"I do think so—Vortigern was Britain's enemy, so the place where he fell should be an ominous place."

"But that's not the case." Mary expressed her thoughts before Morgan.

"Everything is the opposite of what I imagined."