The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"The white dragon that was supposed to destroy Britain is actually nourishing the growth of the sea of flowers. Countless lives are reborn in this process, and then they appear on British land once again."

"The enemy you are fighting loves Britain just as much as you do - in other words, you are killing your own kind."

"Are you kidding me!" Morgan stopped Mary from talking.

"The enemy is the enemy!"

“No matter how many flowers bloom or how beautiful they bloom, it won’t change this.”

"I won't allow you to deny everything Ian and my sister did on this matter!"

"Meli, take back what you just said!"

"Or I'll kill you right now!"

Morgan wasn't just saying this casually.

As she spoke these words to Meili in an extremely angry tone, she pulled the longsword engraved with her name from her waist.

only--

Facing the gleaming blade, Mary did not show any panic.

Instead, she asked Morgan.

"so--"

"You actually agree with everything Altria does, right?"

"So how did your initial hatred originate?"

"Is it because you've realized your own shortcomings, or are you simply resentful of not having such an opportunity?"

"After answering these questions for me, your sword will be qualified to pierce me."

"..."

however--

This seemingly simple question did not receive an immediate response from Morgan.

Or should I say... she didn't know how to respond so that she could fight back against Mary while facing her own heart.

"It seems that you have no way to answer my question."

"So--"

Merry took her wand and gently pushed away the sword that was pointed at her throat, then continued;

"Please pretend I never asked."

"What I still want to know is still the initial question of 'what it feels like to find that what you expected is different from what you imagined'."

"So you're just here to humiliate me?"

Morgan looked at Mary in front of him and cast aside his confusion.

"I have never thought about such a thing."

"Humiliating a human being, or anything else, is meaningless to me."

"Even the question just now was just a random conversation I brought up out of interest."

"but--"

"If you want to know my purpose, I can tell you now."

"What is it?" Morgan demanded.

"Then we must find a way to maintain the power of this white dragon."

Mary looked at the King of Britain beside her and expressed her feelings expressionlessly.

“Although I don’t care what the land beneath my feet will become, I also hope to see interesting and unrealistic situations.”

"It's like a time when there were no dragons, but suddenly dragons appeared on British soil and were able to provide assistance to humans."

"In that case, what choices will people make when facing a dragon?"

"..."

Morgan looked at Mary who said these words, and there was already some understanding in his eyes as blue as the sea.

"Merry, are you planning to breed dragons for the future of Britain?"

"That's certainly the case," Mary responded to Morgan's doubts, "but my goal isn't the dragon itself."

"I just want to understand what it would be like if dragons suddenly appeared in an era when there should have been no dragons."

"Ah."

Morgan sneered.

"You really acted according to your own will."

"but--"

There was a rare tenderness in Morgan's eyes.

"It's a good thing for my daughter."

"That's not a bad idea."

This is an unprecedented collaboration.

Morgan and Mary performed unprecedented magic in the land where Vortigern fell.

[Two top magicians embarked on a journey of preservation that transcends time.]

[In a future war, this dragon's power may once again be of sufficient use to benefit the land of Britain.]

[And Morgan himself was very happy about this.]

She wants to share this with you.

It was late at night again, in a village near where Tigen fell.

With the lessons learned from previous experience, Morgan chose an extremely soft bed this time.

Lying on it, she felt a long-lost sense of relaxation.

Unconsciously, the King of Britain closed his eyes, and then listened to his voice again.

"Princess, you seem very happy."

"Knight, you have indeed seen it." Morgan's voice was filled with unconcealable joy.

"You're right."

"today--"

"I left something for Mordred that might be useful in the future."

"Is it a dragon that will provide help to humans?" Ian's answer came quickly.

"if it is like this--"

“It’s very likely to be useful in the future.”

"My Lady Princess, you truly dote on her."

After hearing Ian's words, Morgan actually planned to say something more straightforward so that he could understand why he loved Mordred so much.

But in the end, she still couldn't do this.

"Isn't that a matter of course?"

"This is my choice."

Morgan said this, and then slowly spread his arms.

"knight--"

"Pleasure me as before."

"You know what to do."

"Okay, my lady."

Hearing this, Morgan felt his legs being pressed down to his head little by little.

To be fair, this was actually a very humiliating action for her.

after all--

When he lived in Camelot, he was an extremely noble king.

"Knight, you are very bold." Morgan pretended to be a little angry and commented on his behavior.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know, Princess."

Ian maintained respect for Morgan in his voice, but the strength in his hands became stronger, and finally he even grasped her hand.

"But--"

"You obviously prefer this position, right?"

"..."

Morgan did not respond to Ian's words, but at the same time, she did not deny Ian's words.

“That depends on how you express yourself.”

The night tryst began.

With his eyes closed, Morgan was judging what was happening inside his body based on his feelings.

Entering, expanding, and then continuously going deeper into the most vital place, the King of Britain could feel a huge and solid object constantly rubbing against her insides, each friction just enough to arouse the deepest lust in her heart, and from time to time there were signs of wanting to come out.

"Don't pull it out." Morgan issued the strictest order to his knight, "Keep moving inside!"

"Okay." Ian accepted the request without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, Mo experienced an unprecedented speed of movement, but her hands and feet were caught, so she could not do anything. She could only use her energy to tighten his weapon until the violent speed gradually became controllable.

"My Lady Princess, you remain as difficult to conquer as ever."

"..."

Listening to Ian's comments, although Morgan didn't say anything, he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

She could imagine what kind of gentle expression the man in front of her would have right now, which was completely opposite to his body.

"Isn't that natural?"

"Ian Pendragon." Morgan arched his waist slightly, taking in more of what was coming from him. "You were just a challenger."

"Find a way to please me. This is your lifelong obligation."

"With great pleasure."

Hearing this reply, Morgan felt that Ian had started a new round of offensive. Compared with the previous time, this time he was obviously more wild.

The King of Britain felt that he was gradually becoming a container, a container that was put on him, and he could do nothing but passively accept it all.

"Knight, are you humiliating me?"

"That's not true, Princess." Ian responded to Morgan while maintaining his posture. "Of course, I would never have the intention of humiliating you."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't be laughing now."

"I'm laughing?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian's gentleness continued, "You want me to be a little wilder, right?"

"..."

Morgan couldn't refute Ian's words.

Because she knew what he said was true.

Or should I say——

It was a long, long time ago.

While Ian was pleasing her, she was actually thinking of ways to please him.