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

How should I accept this situation if he doesn't care about the invitation I sent him at all?

Honestly speaking——

Artorius found that he had not thought all this through.

She just stumbled into action like a squirrel finding an acorn or a deer finding a bud.

Fortunately, the result was what we wanted.

Artorius felt a little more strength in his body.

Her gaze returned to the blade standing in the rock before her, her eyes as green as the sea of ​​trees filled with its image.

Artorius actually has another name.

That's her real name -

Altria.

That was the real name that the voice that had trained me in my dreams had been calling for a long time.

She didn't quite understand at first why she needed to hide the name.

Until a few days ago when Hector revealed the secret that he was not her biological father, but was entrusted to take care of her.

Artorius, or should it be Artoria, realized that the fate he carried might not be as simple as he had imagined.

So, she went into town and expressed her feelings to Ian.

The girl walked towards the sword and discovered something that shocked her even more.

The sword blade was exactly the same as the one he had seen in his dream, even the pattern had not changed in the slightest.

She knew how it felt to hold it in her hand, and she also knew what the part hidden in the stone looked like.

She could feel the sword shouting her name silently, and even the ground beneath her feet was dancing along with it.

And then the expectation on the sword - that was a gaze hotter than a shout.

The girl realized that this was the sword she had to draw.

She calmed herself down and stretched out her hand towards the blade.

Just before he was about to touch the hilt of the sword.

The voice that had been admonishing me in my dreams all day long sounded again.

"Artoria."

"Have you really thought about it?"

“Once you pull it out of the rock, your life will take a different path.”

“You have a lot to gain, and a lot to lose.”

"What awaits you at the end of your life may be endless regrets or countless curses."

"Even so, do you still want to pull it out?"

"If you had said these words earlier, I might have given up."

"But not anymore."

Many smiling faces she saw along the way flashed through the girl's mind.

"Everyone is laughing... that can't be wrong."

"but--"

There was a hint of hesitation in the girl's determined eyes.

"If I can get something, please let me keep my heartbeat for Mr. Ian."

"what?!"

The voice was panicked - this seemed to be something it had not expected.

But it was too late to stop it from happening.

Stone opened.

The sword appears.

The girl drew out a sword that no one had ever drawn before and pointed it toward the sky above her head.

61. The Unacceptable Wang Xuan Scam (-word chapter)

"..."

"..."

It was noon, and the British sun was shining brightly over Camelot.

The porcelain-white ground in the city was a little hot from the sunlight, but no one cared about it.

because--

Everyone's eyes were focused on the young man in front of them.

Under his feet were broken rocks, with the broken lines silently proclaiming that they were once unbreakable.

In his hand he held a sword blade high.

The British sunlight shone on the sword, making it glow with glory.

Silence, and then noise.

"Did you see that? He pulled out the sword!"

"How is that possible?! He clearly doesn't look very strong! He doesn't look like someone who can pull it out, right?"

"Something's wrong! This is not right! There's something fishy going on!"

The crowd was full of people.

The onlookers expressed their doubts in various ways.

But there are exceptions.

For example, Gawain.

He stared at the young man in front of him who had drawn his sword, his blue eyes inherited from Morgan filled with disbelief.

of course.

That so-called feeling is not the same doubt as the people around you, but an exclamation that fantasy shines into reality.

Gawain was the one who had tried the Sword of the King's Choice the most times.

He knew how difficult it was to pull out the blade - and now someone had done it.

Is this real?

Or a dream?

Gao Wen covered his head, and for a moment he couldn't tell the boundary between the two.

He had no choice but to vent his feeling of unreality to Ian beside him.

"Father, what should we do?"

"..."

Ian's face turned pale.

Because Gawain and the others present were completely different.

He was thinking about something else entirely, something that had clear logic.

The royal heir who had never been able to obtain proof of his identity might be Artorius in front of him.

Fearing that Morgan would harm Artorius during her growth, King Uther asked Merlin to use magic to hide her name and then send her out of the capital.

Because she is essentially a woman, her perception of herself must be changed from an early age and she must be educated in the ways of chivalry.

Since he has hardly ever appeared in the capital, he had to arrange a return that was realistic enough.

This is a scam.

A complete scam.

The so-called king election is just a process!

"Father, he is here."

Gawain's words temporarily helped Ian recover from the feeling of being cheated.

[You looked ahead.]

【You see Artorius walking towards you.】

[In her hand she still held the sword that had just been pulled out of the rock.]

【Everyone's eyes followed her movements. 】

【You realize that something unexpected might happen next. 】

Artorius's figure was reflected in Ian's eyes.

She walked forward step by step, straight and firm.

Ian clearly felt that something in her had changed, but at the same time something else remained.

Was it magic that did this?

Or something else?

Before Ian could think about this question clearly, he felt a touch on his waist.

Artorius buried his head in Ian's chest.

Her two hands went around his body, one on the left and one on the right, and closed behind his back with the sword that had just been drawn out.

That's right.

It was a hug from Artorius.

This was the first thing she chose to do after drawing the sword.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Ian."

"I...seem to have succeeded."

[No one around heard this.]

[You realize that this is a secret message from Artorius that only you can hear.]

[But this is a great irony for you who have just figured everything out. ]

[Your hand slowly moved to the blade at your waist.]

"Father."

Gawain's another call interrupted Ian's anger.

"You seem—"

Gawain looked at the young boy Artorius who was holding his father.

"You seem to know him?"

Before Ian could answer the question, Artorius spoke up first.

However, in stark contrast to her gentle demeanor in Ian's arms, her tone was significantly colder when facing Gawain.

If I had to describe it in a certain way -

That is the wind that rolls forward and does not stay for a moment just because it hits the branches in the forest.

In their hearts, there is only the sea that they want to return to.

This metaphor may be too complicated.

So--

It would probably be easier to understand if we simply understood that Artorius only retained her girlish feelings for Ian.