The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

“It’s just a means to an end.”

"But you——"

Morgan looked at Altria beside him and gave her a puzzled look at the white dress she was wearing.

"I've never seen you like this before."

"Getting rid of the throne seems to make you feel a lot more relaxed?"

"More or less."

There were some complicated emotions in Altria's eyes.

“But it’s not as good as I thought.”

"It's just that my mind is a little clearer than before."

"is it?"

Morgan gave a wry smile.

"So I helped you?"

"Maybe." Altria shrugged, "At least for now."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

Neither of them knew how to continue the topic, and the silence was actually quite pleasant.

for a long time.

Morgan spoke again:

"Artoria."

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I just hope you can come back to Camelot when you are free."

"why?"

倿 “Because——”

Morgan's tone was somewhat desolate.

"I want to give you my youngest sister, Mordred, as my adoptive child."

"Consider it your exchange for giving Excalibur Galatine to Gawain."

"..."

This is an obvious lie.

Altria was silent for a moment, then asked a question that might have troubled her before.

"Then Mordred, will she be willing?"

"I think she would," Morgan explained. "She and I just don't get along."

"If it were you, I don't think she would be like this."

"But I have no experience in raising children." Altria declined politely.

"But if this goes on, you won't have it in the future, right?"

Morgan ruthlessly exposed Altria's situation.

"Why not take this opportunity to try it out?"

"..."

Having said this, Altria no longer refused.

"I understand."

"As long as Mordred doesn't mind, I will take her to my side."

"But I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Who is the father of that child?"

Altria stared at Morgan.

"You never seem to mention who your husband is."

"..."

Morgan looked at his hands, his eyes revealing sincere nostalgia.

"I don't remember who it was either."

“I just knew that was someone that was important to me.”

"He would whisper a lot of sweet words in my ear, saying I was prettier than flowers, as pretty as flowers, and not as pretty as flowers."

"He would put his arms around my waist and sniff me greedily in my ear."

"He's still a rigid idiot. He's clearly not done yet, but as soon as I say stop, he really stops."

"It's fun to torture a person like this with my feet. Seeing him want to move but not dare to, I feel extremely happy."

"But now he has betrayed me."

"I asked him not to leave, but he left anyway."

Morgan's sincere remembrance moved Altria.

She couldn't help but express her inner voice.

"Then I also have someone very important but I can't remember who it is."

"He has a very strong body and speaks so softly."

"He liked to drink wine in very strange ways, but he never got drunk."

"He is very hypocritical. He says he is very happy, but in fact, every time I want to feel his warmth, it is very reluctant."

"He thought I knew nothing, but I actually knew everything."

"Then Altria, such a hypocritical person, you must hate him, right?" Morgan asked.

"Do not."

Altria shook her head.

"I miss him."

"Even if he cheated on me, I still miss him."

"I want to see him."

Morgan was silent, then nodded.

"me too."

"I miss him, too."

"It would be nice if we could meet again."

Hope is passed back and forth in the conversation between the two.

The sisters who were once as hostile as fire and water are now sitting on the grass by the lake and talking about the person who was forgotten by the world.

Prayers for a new life intertwined between the new king and the old king.

This lake in the forest, where countless miracles once happened, once again gathered countless elves.

They are like fireflies, picking up bits and pieces left in the world according to the description full of longing.

If you can no longer exist as a "human being".

So--

Let’s respond to the Midsummer Night’s Dream of the two British kings as an “elf”.

With this thought in mind, a figure appeared on the road in the forest.

"Morgan."

"Artoria."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"as well as--"

"I miss you too."

87. A Few Miracles, the Future of Britain (-word chapter, end of Volume )

【This is a miracle born out of "missing". 】

[If a person cannot fully describe the person he misses with his own ability, then he can fill in the remaining details with more eyes. ]

[In her eyes, he was obedient. ]

[In her eyes, he is hypocritical. ]

【They are all part of him.】

[Under such patchwork, a miracle that shouldn't have existed was born. ]

[The "man" who was denied by the world returned to the universe as an "elf". 】

"..."

"..."

Hearing the voice that was engraved deep in their souls, Altria and Morgan by the lake turned around together and then stood there in a daze.

Because the person standing in front of them was none other than the familiar yet unrecallable part of their memory.

I remembered.

I remembered everything.

The existence named "Ian".

A selfish, corrupt, despicable victim.

"Mr. Ian!"

Realizing this, Altria threw herself into his arms.

"I missed you so much... where on earth have you been?"

"..."

Looking at the girl in his arms who was crying and became very sad, Ian could only gently stroke her back and said softly:

"So I'm back now?"

"Artoria, don't cry."

"If you keep crying, I won't be able to see you smile."

Compared with Altria's undisguised initiative, although Morgan was also very happy to see the person he missed, his actions were much more mature.

She looked at Ian in front of her and said coldly:

"Although I do miss him, I don't want to indulge in hallucinations for this reason."

"I know he would never want to see me become like that."

"so--"

"If this is an illusion created by the lake, then please dissipate quickly."

After ascending the throne, Morgan re-examined himself after a long time.

What exactly is desired?