The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"What does it mean?"

"Here."

Gareth pointed to the military camp a little further away.

"The king said that today is the day to reward all the knights. I hope Brother Gawain can call you back, father."

"But he seems to have forgotten it completely!"

"I didn't forget." Gawain, who was hit on the head by Gareth, was a little unconvinced, "You little dwarf, I just want to ask my father something!"

"You're the shorty! No, that's not right! You're the gorilla!"

"Gareth! Say that again?!"

"Big! Ape!"

"Gareth, it looks like I have to deal with you today!"

"Lululu, catch me first!"

[Looking at the quarreling brother and sister, you find it a little funny, but also feel very happy. ]

[You are in a much better mood. ]

[You and they returned to the military camp one after the other.]

In the military camp under the sunlight.

The knights were busy preparing everything needed before the reward.

Looking at the smiles on their faces, Ian realized that this was the first time these Camelot elites were being rewarded.

For a long time, they have been in a state of high mental tension, and could be torn apart by external forces at any time.

It is quite necessary to reward yourself like this.

"Mr. Ian."

Altria came to Ian and spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

"You're back."

"Yeah." Ian responded in the same way.

"I didn't expect you would arrange today like this."

“After all, I haven’t done this for a long time.”

The girl's face flushed slightly.

"The knights have fought so hard, they deserve a chance to enjoy themselves."

"and--"

"and?"

"And Mr. Ian, you don't seem to want to mention the assassination again. So it is necessary to use this method to make the knights forget something you don't want to mention, right?"

Altria said this very seriously, as if this was her real purpose.

Ian obviously didn't expect her to think to this extent, and could only respond with a smile.

"Well, you're right."

"If everyone gets caught up in the joy of rewarding others, no one will remember this incident."

"This will indeed help stabilize the morale of the army."

"Yeah!" Altria nodded.

"I feel the same way."

"Then let's get started."

"it is good."

[This is a reward for the knights on the front line. ]

[The knights were intoxicated by the aroma of food surrounding the camp and began to eat and drink heartily.]

[This wonderful enjoyment also aroused their yearning for the future. ]

[You listened attentively for a while and found that most of the voices were about the desire for victory in the war.]

[You know this is an expedition of great significance to Camelot. ]

[You sense that Excalibur Galatine is willing to serve.]

【At this moment, Gawain comes to you again. 】

"Father."

Gawain was holding a wooden board with a portion of mashed potatoes on it.

“Please try my cooking.”

"Oh?"

Ian was a little surprised.

"Gawain, you actually know this?"

"Yes."

Gawain showed a rare look of pride.

"I think as a knight, one should learn as many skills as possible."

“Only in this way can we provide help to others when they are in need.”

"Yeah." Ian nodded with satisfaction.

"Your idea is very commendable. It is indeed an excellent quality that a knight should possess."

"So--"

"Let me have a taste of your cooking."

【You took the mashed potatoes from Gawain.】

[This is a very simple dish - just use potatoes as the raw material, add some corresponding seasonings, put them in a container and cook them, and then mash them into a paste with tools. ]

[Even in a military camp where every second counts, this dish is still worth a try. 】

[You have already prepared some words to praise Gawain - after all, he is looking forward to your praise.]

【But the development of things is somewhat beyond your expectations. 】

It looks good;

The smell is also in line with the common sense of gourmet food.

Ian gently scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it into his mouth.

Shila-

Ian felt his brain tremble.

How could it be... so unpalatable?!

If I were to describe it in words -

That is, the cheese that was expired for more than half a month was eaten by rats, and then thrown into a bucket where leftovers were gathered. It was soaked in smelly oil for several days, and then mixed with rotten eggs to make a twisted food.

Just tolerating this smell is already a challenge like facing a god.

If he hadn't developed an indomitable will, Ian was sure he would have flipped out on the spot.

Gulu.

With an attitude as if facing a curse, Ian swallowed the mashed potatoes in his mouth with difficulty, and was then surrounded by Gawain's expectant eyes.

"Father, how does it taste?"

"..."

Ian didn't know how to answer this question.

be honest?

It seemed to have dealt a serious blow to his self-confidence.

But if I lie, should I eat the whole plate of mashed potatoes?

This is a dilemma.

And Ian didn't want to choose either.

As if noticing her beloved's dilemma, Artoria spoke expressionlessly at this moment:

“This mashed potatoes smells delicious.”

"Sir Ian, let me have a taste."

"..."

"Can't I taste it?"

"Oh, yes, of course."

Ian hesitated for a while, but finally handed the mashed potatoes in his hand to Altria as she wished.

The moment he completed the handover, he felt a little regretful.

After all, if he himself said that the food was unpalatable, the blow Gawain would suffer would only be at the level of his elders.

But if it was Altria who said it tasted bad, that would be a denial for the entire Camelot.

The difference in the impact the two had on Gawain's self-confidence was naturally huge.

But the development of things once again exceeded Ian's imagination.

After taking the mashed potatoes, Altria started to taste them directly.

But completely different from Ian, she not only did not show any hesitation, but ate it all up.

Then she expressed her opinion.

"Well... it is indeed something that can be called 'food'."

"Please keep it up."

Hearing this, Gao Wen was very excited.

"I understand!"

“I’m going to make another one right now!”

Seeing Gawain walk away happily, Ian dared to speak:

"How do you manage to eat that?"

"As far as normal food is concerned, it is indeed inedible."

Altria frowned slightly.

"But he is your child and our knight. I don't want to attack him."

"But Artoria, I think if we continue like this... we might create some kind of monster."

"That's okay."

The girl blushed slightly.

"As long as Mr. Ian has tasted something, I can eat it as if it were a delicacy."

"..."

For a moment, Ian didn't know whether he should answer this question - if he agreed, he would definitely be entangled in some kind of bad luck, right?

And at the moment when the two of them were looking at each other in silence.

A report came:

"King, there is a knight from France outside who wants to see you!"