The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"King, you have won a great victory. I hope to continue my journey to find the Spear of Longinus."

"it is good."

"Britain will always protect you, Percival, and you will find the Holy Lance."

Like the nourishment of sweet love.

"King Knight, I must return to France, where I will tell my people that you are a great and brave king."

"Also, I have another unwelcome request."

"So, can you attend my wedding with Guinevere? I want to bring her back to France with a legitimate reason."

"Of course, Lancelot, I will give you the king's blessing."

Like the challenge of starting over.

"King, I seem to have lost a target that I must defeat."

“I want to rethink all this on the road in the years ahead.”

"If you wish."

"Go ahead, Palamidis."

Such as completely changing ideas.

"King, you seem to understand the human heart."

"No, Tristan."

"I don't understand yet."

Like a family that gradually unites.

"Brother Gawain, Brother Gaheris, the king is over there!"

"Gareth, stop being so rude!"

"It's okay, Gawain."

"Girls of this age should be this lively."

"But if it's possible—"

"I hope to see Aguwen with you next time."

"He's your brother, too, isn't he?"

As stingy as ever.

"Altria, this month's military expenditure has seriously exceeded the budget again!"

"Although for some reason the crops have grown so fast recently and there are some really fat fish in the rivers, we can't waste them like this!"

"I'm sorry for causing trouble to you, brother."

"But don't worry, there won't be any more cases of me exceeding the limit soon."

Such as unwavering loyalty.

"Wang, you are a woman?"

"I'm sorry, Bedivere, for keeping it from you for so long."

"No, King, you don't need to apologize."

"Even though you're a woman, you've brought Camelot to an unprecedented level of strength. This is a secret worth keeping secret."

"It won't be a secret anymore, Bedivere."

"I'm tired."

[It is another year of bumper grain harvest. ]

[The faces of the people of Camelot were filled with joy, and their respect for King Arthur increased a little more.]

【But no one could have imagined what happened next. 】

[The king they respected and worshipped actually raised his long golden hair on a collapsed city wall that had just been repaired, and revealed the secret that he was actually a woman.]

【This is a very shocking fact. 】

【People are terrified.】

【People panic.】

[Even the Knights of the Round Table were shaken. ]

【But the final result was unexpectedly peaceful. 】

The people of Camelot are not fools.

Everyone can see what life is like in Britain under Altria's rule.

If everyone can live a good life——

Whether the king is male or female is not that important.

As long as everything can continue as before, that's enough.

But Altria did not accept this kindness.

She no longer wanted to be the king.

of course.

She didn't just abandon Camelot so irresponsibly.

After all handovers are arranged.

Altria put the crown on Morgan personally.

"May you have long-term peace and stability." She wished him sincerely.

"The Knights of the Round Table will always protect you."

This is the end of the Arthurian legend, but it is also the new beginning of Camelot.

[Altria gave up the throne not just because she was tired. 】

【She still has things she wants to experience. 】

[That is to continue living in this world as a "human being."]

[Then the first step is to return Excalibur and Avalon to the lake.]

[The girl rode Eaststarion back to the village she once was.]

[After learning of Hector's death, she laid flowers at the grave and cried bitterly.]

[She sorted herself out and set out again, heading for the holy lake she once was.]

[That's where she borrowed the holy sword. ]

The world will not stop what it should do because of any one person.

The wind still blows the same way.

The water still flows the same way.

The forests are still lush and the meadows are still green.

Altria, wearing a white dress, stopped her horse.

She walked deeper into the forest.

That incomparably comfortable feeling still permeates this area blessed by the lake elves.

Just one sniff and you will feel a lot more relaxed.

but--

Altria didn't know why she felt a faint sadness.

And the deeper you go, the stronger this feeling becomes.

But it didn't last long - because the feeling was quickly replaced by surprise.

In front of the lake deep in the forest, Artoria saw someone she never expected to appear here.

That's Morgan.

She was sitting by the lake, looking at the mirror-like center of the lake with melancholy eyes.

The crown that symbolized the pinnacle of Camelot's royal power lay motionless on the grass beside her.

"..."

After hesitating for a while, Altria decided to say hello.

"Morgan."

"Ok?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Morgan turned around.

The moment she saw it was Altria, her pupils subconsciously widened a little, but then quickly regained her composure.

All of Camelot is now in our hands.

Altria didn't even ask for a decent title.

If you continue to hate her, it would be shameless.

"It's you, Altria."

"I'm surprised to see you in a place like this."

"I should be the one asking you this question," Artoria responded, "How do you know about this lake where you can borrow the holy sword?"

“This is where I come from, of course I know.”

"..."

"..."

Altria and Morgan looked at each other.

They look somewhat similar, but at this moment they can actually feel the regret hidden in each other's eyes.

"Would you like to sit down and talk for a while?"

Morgan moved aside.

“You should still have some time.”

"Yeah, of course."

Altria rolled up her skirt with both hands and sat down next to Morgan.

She looked at the lake and forced a smile.

"It seems that for you, the pressure of being a king is basically non-existent."

"Fortunately."

Morgan stroked the crown beside him with his slender fingers.

"After all, I always think about this kind of thing."

“After I really got in touch with it, I found it was much simpler than I imagined.”

"is it?"

Altria hugged her curled legs.

“Is this what you call getting what you want?”

"..."

After a moment's silence, Morgan smiled self-deprecatingly.

"That's not the case."

“After sitting in that position, I realized that my desire did not come from the throne itself.”

"I just don't like the feeling of being ignored."