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

[You have won three battles in a row, pushing Camelot's borders forward quite a bit.]

[After returning from a great victory, Altria brought you to the military tent. ]

"You all should go out first."

"I want to discuss the next strategy with Lord Ian."

Altria, covered in blood, gave the guards these orders.

"And no one is allowed to come in without my order."

The guards had never doubted King Arthur - and this time was no exception.

"Yes!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Before Ian could say anything more, Altria had already arrived in front of him.

The armored girl stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly on the lips.

It was a kiss with a little blood, sweet and slightly moist.

for a while.

Only then did Altria reluctantly let go of Ian's lips.

"Mr. Ian, finally I have the chance to do this."

"Ah."

Ian rubbed Altria's head gently.

"Because before that, we have more important things to do than this, don't we?"

"Yes." Altria nodded.

"But I still want to say it."

"Mr. Ian——"

"Your performance is much better than I thought. It turns out that my choice was right!"

"..."

Ian just smiled and did not give a direct response to Altria's words.

He wouldn't let her know what she had been exposed to in the past.

The girl didn't intend to delve into it further.

She reached out her hand and gently wiped the blood off his forehead.

"Mr. Ian."

"Altria, what's wrong?"

"Come to the grove next to the barracks tonight. I'll wait for you there."

"……Understood."

[Although you don't know what Altria wants to do, you still decide to act according to her request. ]

[You face the knights' praise while waiting for the night to fall. ]

【Time passes, and night falls unknowingly. 】

[You avoided the sight of the knights and came to the grove alone. ]

【You can be 100% sure that no one else will come here. 】

This is a small forest.

If you are willing to do that, you can probably cut it all down in a month or two.

There were traces of horses' hooves on the wooded floor.

Ian realized that someone had arrived here on horseback - needless to say, it must be Altria.

What are you trying to do by riding a horse at this time?

Ian's doubts did not last long.

As he followed these traces, he soon saw a magnificent picture.

Under the light of the full moon, Donstarion was seen standing in the middle of the woods.

The white silver light fell on the well-groomed mane, making the horse exude a noble aura, like an aristocrat among horses.

But at this moment, it is not the focus of attention.

The real protagonist is the girl riding on it, Altria.

Her white legs as she rode the horse seemed to blend perfectly with Eaststarion's mane.

The pure and flawless body sits quietly on the horse's body, without the royal cover of the knight's armor, nor the girlish beauty of the white dress.

The bright moonlight covered every inch of her skin, making it as white as the first snow. The streamlines drawn from top to bottom had the beauty of a flower.

The girl lowered her usually noble head, looking shy and timid as she was waiting for something.

Such a scene is really too beautiful.

It took Ian a long time to come to his senses and call out her name.

"Artoria."

The girl was startled at first, then turned around, revealing the joy that only comes when she sees her loved one.

"Mr. Ian, you are finally here."

"Let's get on the horse first."

"..."

Without much hesitation, Ian accepted Altria's invitation and boarded the horse he had given her after a long absence.

As soon as he sat down, the girl took the initiative to lean into his arms.

She asked softly:

"Mr. Ian, do you find me disgusting?"

"how could be……"

Ian felt the girl's tender white skin, which was as delicate as a baby's, and his heart was throbbing.

"I just didn't expect you to do that."

"If we are discovered, it will be hard to explain, right?"

"Yes." Altria nodded shyly, "But I believe Mr. Ian will be here before anyone else."

“So I’m not scared at all.”

"..."

It is neither hypocritical nor flattering.

All she has is the girl's determination to give her sweetheart something beautiful.

Ian didn't know how to respond.

As he pondered over this point, the girl's voice came again.

"Mr. Ian, you don't need to be nervous."

Altria grabbed his hand.

"I... just want to show you my best side."

"I don't ask for your response, nor do I need you to take any responsibility for it."

"I just want you to look at me one more time, that's enough."

"..."

As cold as Altria is to others, she is as warm in front of herself.

He clearly just wanted her to be a puppet that he could control, but he discovered that she didn't mind being his plaything at all.

How should I respond to this sincerity?

Ian lowered his head and hugged the girl's body.

"That's probably more than just a glance, Altria."

"I think I need to experience it for myself for a while."

"Eh--?"

Although Altria was a little surprised, she finally nodded in obedience.

"Yeah...I think so too."

The girl's ethereal voice resonated with the young birds in the small woods.

And it all started with another man's hands that had been stained by the dragon's lair.

Every soft note was composed and painted by him.

The sound of flowing springs and melodious singing echoes in the night sky.

But Donstarion remains the same as before, maintaining the reserve and elegance that a good horse should have.

It knows that it has carried different stories - but still maintains a silent attitude.

For a war horse, the most important thing is its loyalty to its rider.

As for who that is, it is relatively unimportant.

[You and Altria spent a perfect night with minimal restraint. ]

[Except for you, no other knight knows that their Knight King still has such a burning heart of a girl. ]

[Everything was silently covered up in the war.]

[You are the most powerful knight of the king, and she is the most powerful king of the knights. ]

[You have won another battle. ]

【At this moment, a knight who calls himself Percival appears before you. 】

74. Holy Spear, Girl, Bitter Wine (-word chapter)

[Like Bedivere, Percival also seemed to appear here because he admired King Arthur's reputation.]

[When he first visited you, he almost mistook you for King Arthur, since you were taller than him.]

[He seemed a little surprised to learn that Altria beside you was the real King Arthur.]

[However, he continued to express his apologies, hoping to prove that he did not do it on purpose.]

[Of course, Altria didn't care so much. ]

[On the contrary, at the moment of misunderstanding, she seemed to be somewhat happy. ]

[This gave Percival an opportunity similar to a round-table meeting.]

[And taking advantage of this free time, Gareth has something to say to you. 】

"Father, father~"

Gareth waved at Ian.

"Can you come over here for a minute?" |

"..."

Although he didn't understand what Gareth wanted to do, Ian came to her side as she wished.

"Gareth, what's wrong?"

"Father, I want to ask you a question~" Gareth blinked his big watery eyes.

"Why did mother ask me and Brother Gawain to keep an eye on you and the king?"