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

Artoria, leaning against the door, looked at the cork in the man's hand, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Can you please talk a little bit about it next time you put the wine in?"

"I almost couldn't control it."

"Altria, are you scared?"

Ian pulled her into his arms, pretending to be interested.

"Even if I'm standing right in front of you?"

"That's not what I meant, Mr. Ian."

"That's fine."

"We won't be discovered."

After saying this, Ian kissed Altria, preventing her from saying anything more.

She is not the only one who would not allow the other party to answer in order to gain false recognition.

[You already possess the last bit of Altria's emotions, so it's not difficult to corrupt her like this.]

[You try to learn the secrets of her body from her, but find that she herself still seems to have many things she doesn't understand.]

You decide to learn something else.

[You intended to learn about Merlin from her, but in the end you got even more heartbreaking memories.]

[“I used to sleep only three hours, and during these three hours, Merlin would teach me the ways of chivalry and the righteousness of a king.”]

[“So for me, being able to live like this is actually a very happy thing.”]

[You realize that Altria's smile is not as easy as it seems on the surface - it all stems from the fate imposed on her.]

[This day, you stayed with her until midnight for the first time.]

"Mr. Ian."

Lying on the bed, Altria looked at the scene outside the window, with a hint of girlish beauty in her eyes.

"The stars are shining in the sky."

"Ah."

Ian also looked out the window.

"The stars seem especially bright today."

"That must be because Mr. Ian is in my room, that's why it turned out like this!"

As soon as she said this, Altria realized that this seemed to be too much.

She covered her face and apologized repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ian!"

"I didn't mean to say that!"

"It doesn't matter."

Ian slowly pulled away Altria's hands that were covering her face.

"If it is really because I stayed here that I brought starlight to you."

“Isn’t that good?”

Hearing this, Altria's cheeks quickly heated up.

But she soon realized something else.

"Well, Mr. Ian."

"Will there really be no problem if you don't go back to her?"

"There must be something wrong." Ian answered without thinking, and then looked at Altria.

"But if you're willing to help me, then it's fine."

"Help you? How can I help you?"

"Don't be so nervous, just answer some questions for me."

Ian touched Altria's face, feeling the skin that had turned red due to his playing with it.

"Altria, how far do you plan to expand the Knights?"

"At least we can fill up the round table that has been handed down, right?" The girl did not hide her purpose. "This way, I will be more relaxed when deciding on a strategy."

"And after that?"

"Not after that."

Altria moved closer to Ian and took his hand.

"When I think it's reasonable enough, I will lead my troops out to defeat those who should be defeated."

"Then--"

"Then what?"

Altria looked up at Ian, smiled slightly, and didn't continue speaking.

"nothing."

"But, Mr. Ian..."

The girl's legs trembled slightly.

"No wine tasting today?"

"I... specially sent people to get a lot of different wines!"

"..."

Ian realized that he had indeed let Altria develop a strange habit.

But what's wrong with that?

A king who is played by himself alone is the best puppet.

"Of course I'll try it."

Ian stroked Altria's long golden hair.

"But we have to try a new approach."

"A new way?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded and wiped the girl's lips.

"I want to see you compete against yourself."

Artoria understood and turned her face slightly away.

"Um...Mr. Ian, I understand."

[It turns out that not all drinking methods are created equal.]

[Altria is better at the method you taught her than letting the wine flow down her throat.]

[But no matter what, she had drunk enough. ]

[But she doesn't want to miss every moment she spends alone with you. ]

[So she was drunk and managed to hold on until dawn before falling into a deep sleep.]

[You covered her with a blanket, tidied up everything in the room, hid the white dress in her closet, and left the king's clothes at her bedside.]

[You kissed her, and then left here in the last bit of darkness before sunrise.]

【You return to your and Morgan's room.】

【You notice that she sits directly there this time. 】

[But you are not surprised - after all, it was similar last time. ]

"Ian, where have you been?"

Morgan looked at the knight who had just returned at sunrise, and there was clearly a hint of blame in his tone.

And Ian said very frankly:

"My Lady Princess, I spent the night at Altria's place."

"you!"

Morgan's eyes widened.

"Why are you going to her again?!"

"Because there is something to discuss."

Ian was not flustered. He sat next to Morgan.

"My Lady Princess, I discussed with her the future development of the Knights Order and our next plans."

"..."

Morgan had no doubt about Ian's ability to gather intelligence.

"Then what did she say?"

"She seems to be planning to grow the Order to the point where it can seat the entire round table."

"..."

Morgan's eyes suddenly turned into surprise.

"Is she crazy? Then there must be some strange people coming into the Knights' Order?"

"So she plans to let the existing knights conduct the first round of screening, and she herself will be responsible for the final assessment."

Morgan was silent.

Ian knew that if she were to do it, she would probably do it in a similar way.

Altria's decision on such matters is not foolish just because she is a girl.

"My Lady Princess, the key is actually at the back."

"behind?"

"Yes, the key to this information actually lies in the idea of ​​attacking Vortigern that she mentioned later."

Morgan is not stupid.

She soon realized the hidden meaning in Ian's words.

"You mean, maybe we can take advantage of this opportunity to do something?"

"Yes." Ian nodded.

"If we can win more Knights of the Round Table in this selection, then we will have enough say in the army fighting outside or in the guards staying in Camelot."

Morgan did not answer you.

[But you can tell from the change in her eyes that she now believes it all.]

"Ian, is this the result of your hard work all night?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian said without hesitation.

"But why do you smell like alcohol?"

"Because I drank with Altria - just like last time."

There is no problem with that statement.

It wasn't a lie - they were all drinking.

After a long silence, Morgan slowly raised his head and kissed Ian lightly.

"Thanks a lot."

"Get some rest."

"Understood, Princess."