The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

The naked king nestled in the man's arms, his green eyes seeing only him.

"Your forehead is all sweaty."

"..."

Ian forced a smile and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's nothing, maybe I just didn't get enough rest."

"is it?"

Altria raised her head and kissed Ian gently.

"Then today, I'll do it alone."

"Mr. Ian...just enjoy yourself."

Looking at the girl sitting up with a happy look on her face, Ian felt extremely complicated.

He felt that there was a forking road before him, leading to different futures.

At the end of the war, what choice should I make?

Ian touched the girl's waist, but he felt no basis for any choice.

[The pace of conquest will not stop because of this. 】

[After crossing the river, you encountered Vortigern's troops.]

[Like you, these armies formed by alien invasions also have extremely high military qualities. ]

[You can no longer defeat the enemy as easily as before, but need to handle each encounter more carefully. ]

[But this does not mean that you cannot win. ]

[The French reinforcements that Lancelot received provided you with considerable assistance.]

[You are even more thankful that you did not regard him as an enemy.]

[You must advance steadily and steadily, step by step, into the heart of Vortigern.]

[Last Honor+ has been replaced by Knights Forever+: Your textbook-like military actions will be recorded in history, and people in the future will sing the name of the Knights of the Round Table in epics.]

【Time slowly passed in this tense atmosphere. 】

[It's time to formulate the final battle strategy. ]

"Both of you."

Lancelot's finger moved gently on the map, pointing out three locations one after another.

"I think this time, how about launching attacks at these three locations at the same time?"

"Yeah." Altria looked at the place Lancelot pointed and nodded.

“I think it’s a great idea.”

"then you?"

Lancelot looked at Ian.

"The king makes the decision." Ian smiled, "I am only responsible for the execution."

"Then it seems that there is no opinion."

Lancelot took his finger off the map and glanced at Ian and Altria who were present.

"Since we have the same idea, let's make a small bet."

"How about a competition to see who can see Vortigern first?"

"..."

"..."

Although no one responded, the fact that the three of them all reached for the hilt of their swords at the same time was more of an answer than a reply.

[You begin to move forward according to the formulated strategy.]

[This is the most difficult time - because Vortigern's troops know that if they don't fight to the death, the fate that awaits them will definitely not be good. ]

【But this is just a last-ditch effort. 】

[Excalibur, Excalibur Galatine, and Aroundight bring powerful blessings. ]

[You are advancing with unstoppable force and triumphant progress. ]

【Vortigern's last troops gradually fell apart.】

[Altria was the first to see Vortigern at a slightly faster speed—she always seemed to have extra luck in gambling.]

[Under the blessing of the scorching sun, you are the second to arrive. ]

[Although Lancelot was the last person to arrive, he was not much slower.]

[However, no matter which of you are, you don’t have the heart to care about the outcome of this gamble at this moment.]

【For Vortigern is sitting on the huge stone in front of you, as if it were his own throne.】

【There was no knight or guard beside him. 】

[He looked at you with such a cold gaze, as if he was the one who pushed you into a desperate situation.]

"Oh, it's faster than I thought."

Vortigern said this while sitting on a huge rock, with a sword blade stuck in the ground beside him.

The old king looked at the three people who came with his usual calm gaze.

"But it's a pity."

"It doesn't make any sense - coming here a minute earlier or a minute later wouldn't change anything."

"Stop your nonsense, Vortigern."

Artoria grasped the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) and pointed the sharpest blade at him on the throne.

"It doesn't make your death any greater."

Vortigern glanced at the blade in Altria's hand and sneered.

"Oh, the holy sword borrowed from the lake?"

"If you think you can defeat me with just that, you're looking down on me."

"What if that's the case?"

Lancelot grasped the indestructible Aroundight and pointed the thick blue blade at Vortigern.

"British traitor, can you still speak so arrogantly?"

"Oh?"

“Another holy sword from the lake?” Vortigern straightened himself.

"This is quite interesting."

"But there are more than two."

Ian raised his Excalibur Galatine, completing the unanimous fight of the three holy swords of the lake.

"Vortigern, can you still laugh in this situation?"

"..."

[Vortigern found that your voice seemed familiar to him.]

【He stares at you for a long time.】

【Suddenly, he burst into laughter.】

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Vortigern's arrogant laughter was heard.

"It's really interesting!"

"You so-called Knights of the Round Table are so united at a time like this!"

Although he is old, Vortigern still has the arrogance of a young man.

He pulled his sword from the ground, became the attacker, and rushed directly towards the three people.

This is extraordinary bravery.

But Ian and the others are not newcomers to the battlefield.

Facing the menacing Vortigern, none of the three showed any fear.

In contrast.

Everyone was ready for the fight, waiting for Vortigern to approach.

The outcome of the battle is also obvious.

First, the absolutely quiet and peaceful environment created by the indestructible lake light (Aroundight) enveloped the attacking humble king.

However, due to the influence of sunlight.

This state of mind did not completely stop Vortigern's actions - his power was as strong as the destruction he brought to Britain.

But it doesn't matter.

Because there is more than one holy sword in the lake.

Under the sunlight, Excalibur Galatine achieves the possibility of maximizing output.

Red flames burned in the realm of the Moonlit Lake, burying Vortigern's old body in the scorching heat of the sun.

The previous duel made Ian and Lancelot know how to cooperate with each other.

This is the alliance of the Knights of the Round Table - a realm where the sun and the moon coexist to besiege the humble king.

Amid the interweaving of flames and lake light, a powerful storm swept over.

"Sleep, Vortigern!"

Artoria thrust the sword Excalibur into Vortigern's chest.

This is the combined attack of the three holy swords in the lake!

The narrative ends with the wind that runs through the sun and the moon!

however--

That fatal scene did not occur.

Vortigern looked at the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) piercing his heart and laughed wildly again.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Altria, I told you there's no way you could kill me!"

"Your identity is borrowed."

"Your blade is borrowed."

"Your knight is on loan."

"Even your ideals are borrowed."

"You are nothing but a puppet at the mercy of others, a pathetic and hateful knight."

"You, who have everything fake, how can you defeat me who represents the real me!"

The moment Vortigern roared, a powerful force burst out from his body.

The three holy swords in the lake that were originally able to suppress him were shaken away in an instant.

Ian and Lancelot were blown away by the gust of air created by the sudden explosion.

Only Altria was left standing there with her strong body.

Vortigern also revealed his shocking true face in this rebellious scene.

I saw a giant white dragon as big as a mountain mist.

Its claws are sharp and full of vigor, emitting surging magical power every moment.