In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

"..."

Morgan gave a faint smile - she didn't seem to want to hide her thoughts from Ian.

“Maybe I found some reason.”

"Some reason? Whoosh."

"Yes." Morgan looked at the moon outside.

"The knights were eager to try their luck in the King's Selection, but no one was born who could take over Britain."

"Maybe the king who leads Britain is not chosen by God at all. Even our children don't have that ability."

"So--"

Morgan raised his head, and spoke from his slightly moist lips.

"I am still the one closest to the throne, right?"

"..."

To be fair, although Morgan's tone of voice was not much different from usual, Ian still clearly felt the madness in her words.

Perhaps the reason why she asked several of her descendants, led by Gawain, to try to draw the sword was not to let them demonstrate their talents.

But to prove that they, like themselves, did not have the destiny of being chosen by Britain.

Thinking of this way——

Gao Wen's repeated attempts might annoy her, but Agui Wen, who only touched her once, was worthy of her favor.

This obsession is so deep that it is somewhat twisted?

But Ian couldn't hate Morgan at all - he had witnessed how she struggled hard but was abandoned by fate time and time again.

It was a heartbreaking experience.

So he understood her.

"Yes, my lady."

Ian leaned down and kissed Morgan gently on the lips.

"You are the one closest to the throne, and you are the one who will eventually sit on it."

"Then let me experience this pleasure in advance." Morgan looked at the knight behind him with his back tilted.

"Before sunrise, I hope you are as tough as ever."

"As it should be, Princess."

[You don't want to ruin Morgan's good mood.]

【So you didn't tell Artorius what he said.】

[The princess's nocturne sounded by the window, clear and full of desire. ]

【You and Morgan had a great evening.】

[The next day arrived as promised amidst chaos and anxiety. ]

Gao Wen is feeling a little complicated right now.

As the eldest son, he had already learned from his mother about the blessings he had received.

That is the improvement of physical abilities associated with the number "3".

During the three hours from 9 a.m. to noon, and the three hours from 3 p.m. to sunset, your physical abilities will be greatly improved in the process.

So--

This is the best time to respond to the expectations of your father and mother.

But in reality, Gao Wen found that he couldn't do such a thing at all.

He did become stronger during this period of time, but this strength did not translate into the power he could use to draw the sword.

Gawain discovered that whenever he touched the sword embedded in the rock, a mysterious voice would echo in his mind.

"Gawain, you are indeed very powerful."

"But that's no reason for you to draw this blade."

It was a voice that sounded slightly familiar to Gawain - he felt as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where for a moment.

However, even so, I can't give up.

That goes against the spirit that a knight should have.

Forward.

Reach out.

Try to draw the sword again.

Gawain heard that familiar voice again.

He selectively ignored it all - what he should do now was not to disappoint his father and mother.

"Drink——!"

Gawain used all his strength.

But the sword remained stuck in the rock.

As expected, it failed again.

Let’s do it again this afternoon!

Gawain loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

Although he failed again and again, he never gave up.

but--

Gawain came down from the stone platform and looked at the sword blade stuck in the rock.

Many days have passed since the magician named Merlin announced the proof of the Red Dragon.

During this period, many knights tried to pull out the blade, but they all ended up with similar failures.

if--

But if——

If someone could pull this blade from the rock, who would that person be?

Will he be as courageous as his father?

Or is she as charming and elegant as her mother?

Gawain didn't know which one was right - but he found that he actually had a little expectation in his heart.

【Gawain is a little distracted.】

You came to his side.

【He noticed your presence. 】

[You left the presence of the Sword in the Stone.]

"Father," Gawain said in a panic, "Why are you here?"

"I……"

Realizing that Gawain had experienced another failed sword-drawing attempt and was feeling ashamed of it, Ian reached out and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"it does not matter."

"Although you didn't succeed, it was still a good attempt."

"I'm proud of your efforts, Gawain."

"Father..."

Gao Wen was very grateful in his heart - although his father was extremely strict at ordinary times, at times like this, he also showed the tenderness of a tough man.

However, this did not allow him to forget the doubts that had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

"Father, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, my boy."

"that is--"

Gawain looked at the blade before him, embedded in the rock.

"Didn't you say last time that the Red Dragon would become a great enemy of you and your mother in the future?"

"In that case, why do you and mother support this kind of thing?"

He is worthy of being the most outstanding eldest son among all his brothers and sisters.

Gao Wen noticed the contradiction.

But Ian was not afraid of these questions - he had already thought about everything.

"Gawain, you are right."

"The Red Dragon may indeed become your mother and I's enemy in the future, but before that, what we need to consider is the safety of the entire Britain right now."

"Your safety now?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "Compared to the various difficulties that have not yet occurred in the future, the present is something that cannot be ignored."

"White dragons are still wreaking havoc on British soil, and we need someone who can solve these problems."

[Your words seem to have had a significant impact on Gawain.]

【He fell into deep thought.】

You didn’t say much about it.

【Because you know Gawain will understand all this in his own way. 】

[And the purpose of your visit is not to teach him as a father. ]

Ian secretly observed the sword blade that was inserted into the rock.

He could not forget Morgan's sleeping face, which looked much more relieved because no one could draw his sword.

He didn't want to ruin her good mood, so he finally chose to come here alone.

Ian didn't believe that Artorius could draw the blade, but he was also worried about the tiny possibility.

if--

If she really drew the sword, what would be the outcome of her and Morgan's future?

Ian was totally unpredictable.

【What is supposed to come will eventually come. 】

[Artorius's figure appeared not far away. ]

[Different from the girlish appearance she showed in front of you, she now looks much more resolute. ]

[Although he still has that delicate feeling, it is enough to give people a heroic first impression. 】

[However, the moment she saw you, she still showed the youthfulness that is unique to girls. ]

【She smiled at you.】

【And you responded with hypocrisy. 】

[But what you don’t know is that this meeting will change the future of all of you. ]

[The painful and thorny fruit has now sprouted small buds. ]

Ian is here.

Artorius could feel his heart pounding.

In fact, after saying those words yesterday, she couldn't feel at ease at all.

It would be great if Ian could come and witness his attempt.

But what if he doesn't come?