The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

All is quiet.

Then a strong wind arose.

It was a violent storm that could almost blow away everything.

The so-called realm is nothing compared to it.

Bang.

Something is broken.

Altria thrust the Sword of Promised Victory into the ground and stared silently at her opponent on the other side of the duel arena.

Lancelot hadn't recovered yet.

The realm released by the indestructible lake light (Aroundight) only lasted less than a second in front of King Arthur.

Similar situation to Ian.

He felt that his sword was on the same level as King Arthur's.

So--

The reason for losing is myself.

The third rule of dueling is to admit defeat in a duel.

Lancelot sheathed the heavy blue blade and knelt before King Arthur.

"I lost."

This was a defeat for the foreign knights, but no knight of Camelot cheered for it.

Because the life and death of the Shadow of the Knight King concerns everyone.

【The reward was interrupted.】

[Altria picked you up. ]

[She took you back to the military camp where only you and she could enter.]

[She briefly granted you Avalon.]

[As the sheath of the holy sword, it has a powerful healing ability. Even the vicious curse that Morgan attached to the dagger cannot resist it. ]

【But this is not what you own after all. 】

【So it just restores you to a "wakeful" state. 】

Ian slowly opened his eyes and saw Altria looking at him.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl didn't care that her voice might be heard by the knights outside, and sobbed with a choked voice:

"sorry!"

"I shouldn't have let you participate in this kind of duel!"

"..."

Looking at Altria crying bitterly, Ian felt as if something had corroded his heart.

He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's me who should say sorry."

"It is obvious that this man named Lancelot looks down on you so much, but I can't teach him a lesson to vent your anger."

"No need!"

Altria hugged Ian.

"I don't need you to lecture others about this kind of thing for me."

"I will prove myself to them in my own way!"

"Ah."

Ian nodded weakly, then gently stroked the girl's smooth golden hair.

"I know."

"I saw it - the blow that split the realm, right?"

"Altria, you are worthy of the title of Knight King."

[You are not acknowledging Altria as the king, but you simply feel from the bottom of your heart that her strength is indeed beyond imagination. ]

[But what you don't know is how ironic your words are to Altria. ]

[She increasingly felt that the title of the chosen king was too heavy.]

[Assassinations, challenges, troubles come one after another. 】

【And all this is because she was born to be a king. 】

[The Gifted Girl's Prayer has been replaced with the Girl's Awakening: Your existence will remind Altria at all times, and she will remember what decision she should make at the end of the war, and this will become a part of her soul.]

[You don't know the thousands of waves surging in Altria's heart. ]

[Your attention is still more or less on Lancelot's chivalrous challenge.]

【You have an idea. 】

[You decided to tell Altria.]

"Artoria."

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong?" The girl, who had barely controlled her emotions, looked up at the man.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No." Ian shook his head, signaling Altria not to worry.

“I feel really good.”

"only--"

“Just what?” The girl blinked her eyes that were as green as the sea of ​​trees.

"Mr. Ian, you don't have to hesitate in front of me."

"Our relationship..."

Altria held Ian's hand, her face flushed slightly, looking shy and beautiful.

"You don't have to worry so much anymore."

Ian didn't hesitate any longer and nodded.

"Well, you're right."

"That--"

"Artoria."

"I want to talk to Lancelot alone for a while, is that okay?"

[Altria obviously didn't expect you to make such a request. ]

[After all, you almost died in Aroundight not long ago.]

[If it were her, she would definitely not say anything more to Lancelot. ]

【But no matter what, she always respects your opinion. 】

"Well, I see."

Altria nodded without hesitation.

"Mr. Ian, if you want to do this, I will definitely support you."

"Artoria..."

"..."

Before the girl could react, she felt herself being kissed by the man.

But she wasn't panicked at all.

Because being able to get a kiss like this is one of the few happiness she can get as a girl in her life.

This was the only greed in her life.

[Altria agreed to your meeting with Lancelot. ]

[And for the sake of safety, she temporarily entrusted the holy sword Avalon to you until the meeting is over. ]

[But you think this won’t make any sense. ]

[After all, you can feel that Lancelot really only set foot on British soil with a sense of challenge. ]

【You met Lancelot. 】

[A meeting that will determine the direction of future wars begins. ]

"It seems you have almost recovered."

Lancelot said somewhat awkwardly.

"Fortunately, King Arthur took action."

"Otherwise, I would have made a big mistake... I'm so sorry."

"Nothing."

Ian was very generous and forgave Lancelot.

"Showing your strongest strength in a duel is a form of respect for your opponent."

"Besides -"

"You also know that I can handle that level of realm, so you use all your strength, right?"

"From this perspective, I should be the one who should apologize if something went wrong."

"Ah."

Lancelot smiled.

"Ian, as a winner, you speak so calmly."

"In comparison, it makes me seem a little mean and look down on you."

"It doesn't matter if you look down on me." Ian smiled.

"But no matter now or in the future, please don't look down on the King of Camelot."

"Hmm." Lancelot shrugged. "Whatever the winner says is right."

"but--"

"You asked me to come over to meet you. You didn't just want to say this to me, did you?"

"of course not."

Ian picked up the Excalibur Galatine from the side.

"Lancelot, did you also obtain your sword from the lake?"

"..."

Looking at Ian's appearance, Lancelot also pulled out his indestructible lake light (Aroundigh).

"You can say that, but that's not entirely true."

"Oh? What does this mean?"

"I did not 'get' the blade from the lake."

Lancelot looked at the azure sword in his hand, which was as calm as the lake under the moon.

"I am a knight raised by the spirits of the lake."

"They gave me the unbroken Aroundigh, and I rode through the land of France."

"I see."