The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[Scathach can't maintain the coolness that a queen should have in front of you.]

The music you played together echoed in the City of Shadows.

I don’t know how long it took.

Scathach fell against the window.

At this moment, she looked quite embarrassed.

But corresponding to this is an expression filled with happiness.

"I'd say this place suits us perfectly—you're feeling more than usual, aren't you?"

"..."

Although it was the result of his own hard work, Ian did not go against her words.

"Yes."

"Scathach, how about trying somewhere else next time?"

"..."

She was already quite shy, and became even more embarrassed after hearing this.

"Okay, this is what you said."

"..."

"..."

The two of them just looked at each other in silence. If they hadn't been honest with each other, it would probably have become a very awkward situation.

"How about... continue?"

Scathach offers advice as a wife.

"I think it's okay."

Tick ​​tock.

The clear voice echoed in the Queen's room, proving the relationship between the two in the most direct way.

However, compared to the deadly rhythm just now, the two now seemed to have chosen this method just to keep the topic going.

"Ian."

Scathach looked at the knight who was hugging her with a dazed look in her eyes, and then asked the question in her mind.

"Speaking of which-"

"Since there are red dragons like the one Altria wears, according to you, shouldn't there also be white dragons that correspond to them?"

"correct."

Ian nodded, confirming Scathach's statement.

"Should I say——"

"Altria transformed into a hostile red dragon just to deal with the legendary white dragon."

"Of course, I don't know exactly how this process was achieved—but for Altria, this is definitely a fate she shouldn't have."

"I know what you mean." Scathach took over the topic.

"But what I'm concerned about now is something else."

"Hmm? Scathach, what do you mean?"

"I'm wondering—if the red dragon that appears before us right now represents Altria, will a corresponding white dragon also appear in the Shadow Realm?"

"..."

"Do you mean that Britain's history is repeating itself in the Shadow Kingdom?" Ian gave the answer in his heart.

“I don’t think it’s a repeat.”

Scathach further elaborated on Ian's answer.

"According to the idea you proposed earlier, the Shadow Kingdom should have been born before Britain."

"The kingdom of the dead—"

"This is the origin of the existence of the red dragon and the white dragon."

[Scathach's thoughts point out a new possibility for the two of you.]

You can't help but consider the idea mentioned by the Queen of Shadow Country.

【if--】

[If this is really the starting point of the legend of the red dragon and the white dragon.]

"Then, in order to maintain Altria's life ending, freeing herself from the shackles of fate, it seems that we must do something more."

[And just when you realized this, that familiar yet unfamiliar voice appeared in your ears again.]

Familiar yet strange.

Ian heard some strange noises.

The man could feel it; it had happened several times in his life.

Assist Morgan, save Altria, and then hunt down Merlin;

But that’s not all there is to this past memory.

Ian sensed something more beyond this.

He made a pact with Uzumaki to save Minamoto no Raikou from the Bull-Headed Heavenly King;

Transformed into a dragon, he saved Joan of Arc from judgment;

……

……

Stories like these replayed constantly in the knight's mind, etched into his soul like inscriptions.

Yes.

Even though the names are different.

But Ian could feel that all of this was his own self, without distinction.

Every one of them is Him;

And he is everyone.

"How could this happen..." The knight covered his forehead with his hands, looking visibly in pain.

"What the hell is going on here?"

When Ian was puzzled, the voice spoke again.

"Ian Pendragon."

"Do you feel the presence of each of you?"

"Who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The cold voice responded.

"But it's important that you recognize who you are—"

"Ian Pendragon, you still have things you must do. Keep walking this way and become a hero of every era."

"Let's correct history back to its original state bit by bit."

"You... are the only one who can do such a thing."

"and many more!"

【Your "retention" did not play any role. 】

[The mysterious voice in your ear finally disappeared.]

[But correspondingly, it's not like you don't get any information from the sound.]

【It seems to know a lot of things that you don’t know.】

[You confirmed your previous conjecture—the origin of the legends of the red and white dragons is indeed from the Land of Shadows.]

[And the White Dragon, which has yet to appear, will soon appear before you.]

[In this country where the concept of time has been lost, the legend of Britain will be born.]

[And this will affect the future of Artoria]

[Scathach doesn't know why you are so confident.]

[But as a wife who trusts you completely, she didn't raise any questions.]

【"I see."】

"In that case, I believe you."

[So, having received this information in advance, you and Scathach began to prepare for the upcoming appearance of the white dragon.]

【It turns out that such preparation is very meaningful.】

[Just as you know the "prophecy", the white dragon did appear at a later time.]

【But then something you never expected happened. 】

The wind was blowing violently, and the sky of the Shadow Kingdom began to be torn apart.

A white dragon, almost identical to the previous red dragon, appeared in the sky above the City of Shadows.

Ian looked at the changing environment and couldn't help but feel some doubts in his heart because of that voice.

Is this... really what the Kingdom of Shadows should look like?

The man didn't know how to answer his own question.

But before he could think about it any more.

There was a roar.

The red dragon that was resting in the City of Shadows rushed towards the white dragon that was trying to tear the sky apart!

561. Maeve's Temptation of Wild Battle/The Beginning of the Legend of the Twin Dragons/In the Name of Scathach (4k)

Boom.

The red dragon flapped its wings, and a strong wind swept across the land of Shadow Kingdom.

In an instant, the originally peaceful country began to become turbulent.

This is a situation that has never happened in the Shadow Kingdom - at least not before Scathach became the queen here.

Therefore, even she couldn't help showing a little nervousness when facing the red dragon soaring into the sky.

But in contrast, there was Ian's indifferent look.

He quickly spoke:

"Don't worry."

"If things continue as they normally would, the red dragon will definitely defeat the white dragon."

"It represents ideals and justice—such power will surely support it in destroying its opponents."

"..."

Scathach was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"But what if this is a world that doesn't need ideals and justice at all?"

"Those who exist in the Shadow Kingdom...are all undead."

"So-called ideals, they died long ago, didn't they? As for justice, what meaning does it have for those who have passed away?"

"..."

At that moment, Ian couldn't help but agree with Scathach's idea.