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

[She orders that no one can come in—this is your alone time.]

[However, due to the influence of rumors, you did not do anything too radical.]

[You just reminded her how to be a good wine glass. ]

Altria fell asleep.

And Ian didn't.

He covered everything for her, wiped away all traces, and then came outside.

The bright moonlight shone on the ground of the military camp, covering everything with a thin layer of white gauze.

The knights had dozed off.

Ian didn't wake them up - after all, they had been keeping vigil like this for almost half a month.

The assassin who was said to attack under the moonlight had yet to act.

Being tired is understandable.

Is it really just a rumor?

Although he thought so in his heart, Ian knew that he absolutely could not do this.

After all, if it were true, it would be much more difficult to deal with the situation without any preparation.

The night passed.

Still everything remains the same.

The curtain of the tent was slightly opened, and the girl walked gently to Ian's side.

While he wasn't paying attention, she stood on tiptoe and covered his eyes.

"Guess who I am?"

"It's too difficult. I can't guess it."

"Mr. Ian, you are just trying to fool me."

"Are you going to punish me, then?"

"Um--!"

Altria took Ian's hand.

"I'll punish you by having you accompany me to the river to wash my face!"

[You and Altria came to the river.]

[This is the river closest to the military camp, and the knights often come here to do morning cleaning. ]

The girl sat on a rock by the river.

Dressed in formal attire, she now possesses the shyness of a young girl and the dignity of a king.

of course.

All this was just shyness in front of Ian, and maybe even a bit of lust.

"It's a real pleasure to be down by the river like this with Mr. Ian."

"Mr. Ian——"

There seemed to be stars in Altria's eyes.

She looked up at him beside her.

"Do you think so too?"

"..."

Ian didn't remain silent for long.

"Yeah." He nodded, "It's indeed a pleasant experience."

"In that case—"

Altria's hand held Ian's.

"Mr. Ian, if you want to enjoy me in the morning in the future...you can come here with me."

The girl probably knew that such remarks were too bold, so she simply lowered her head after she finished speaking.

But her expression was not shy, instead, there was a hint of anticipation after speaking out her inner thoughts.

Just as Ian was about to answer, a rooster crowed in the distance.

This is a symbol of the dawn having passed and the sunrise over Britain.

But right now.

Ian suddenly felt a gaze coming from behind.

He didn't know whose gaze it was, but because of this gaze, he suddenly figured out the problem that he had been unable to figure out in the military camp just now.

Rumors, are they true?

It depends on the purpose of the person spreading the rumor.

Not all rumors need to be true to be effective.

Paralysis is often its purpose.

Once the announcement of the night attack was made, the knights would certainly not sit idly by.

And this positivity will eventually turn into physical fatigue.

When everyone is exhausted, the ultimate purpose of the rumor is achieved.

According to this logic -

The time when the assassin is really ready to take action is at sunrise when his fatigue has not yet subsided and his body is in an extremely bad condition!

And they are exposed to this danger at this moment.

Too late.

It was too late to realize this.

The distance between the person in sight and the two people was rapidly decreasing at an unimaginable speed.

This is definitely not something a normal person can do, but rather a miracle brought about by magic.

It was a figure dressed in black with his face completely covered.

In his hand was a sharp blade emitting a vicious curse.

At this moment, the hidden eyes could only notice the smiling King Arthur, and completely ignored who the man in front of her was.

the other side.

His attention was completely focused on his beloved Artoria, and he was completely unaware of the assassin who was attacking him under the protection of magic.

This was an action that neither the assassin nor the assassinated had ever understood.

Only Ian, who was between the two and had not completely lost his concentration because of hypocrisy and meanness, was the most sober.

But he had no time to remind or even shout.

The only thing he did was his body's instinctive action - to protect the girl in front of him.

The sharp knife pierced the man's back and went through the other side.

Blood splattered and flowed on Altria's face.

The man stared at the girl in front of him with wide eyes.

At that moment, the most despicable him stood before her, the king, like a true knight.

79. Important? Or... unimportant? (-word chapter)

The blood is hot.

but--

How did I know this when I wasn't injured?

Because it is not your own blood.

It's someone else's blood.

To be more precise, it came from Ian's blood.

The moment she realized this, Altria's green eyes, which were originally immersed in happiness, fell into an extremely cold ice cave in an instant.

The starlight that should have been lively between our eyes was replaced by endless darkness.

The heart that was descended from the dragon was beating at an unimaginable frequency.

Magic power is released.

The girl's body was strengthened to an extremely terrifying level in just a few breaths.

Even if the Sword of Promised Victory was not by her side, she could kill anyone at this moment.

"who are you?"

"Why do this to Mr. Ian?!"

When hearing the name "Ian", the black shadow surrounded by magic was stunned for a moment.

He seemed to have been struck by some fact and took several steps back, finally tripped by a stone and fell to the ground.

In that state, I'm afraid I even forgot to escape.

The situation is very chaotic.

But there is one thing that is 100% certain at this moment.

That is, Artoria will never let this black shadow go.

When she releases her magic power, she can kill the opponent with just one punch.

But the angry girl couldn't move on.

The one who imprisoned her was none other than Ian.

With blood constantly flowing from his chest, he used almost all his strength to hold onto Altria.

The two of them seemed to be pulled together by an iron chain and could not move at all.

In this gap, the black shadow also came to his senses.

"I'm sorry... Father, I didn't mean to do this."

"Please forgive me."

He said these words that only he could hear, and then he struggled to get up from the ground.

When Artoria noticed him again, he had already disappeared into the distance.

sunrise.

The sunlight shone on Ian's body, illuminating the dagger that pierced his chest from behind.

The girl had no time to think about revenge.

She just wanted to save her sweetheart.

"Mr. Ian, I'll find someone to rescue you right away!"

[Altria didn't care about her image, picked you up, and rushed directly to the military camp. ]

[Your blood flowed all the way from the river to the banner of Camelot.]

[Genius Queen's Curse++ has been obtained: The dagger that stabbed you is attached with Morgan's vicious curse, which will accompany you until death.]

[Talent Blessing of the Lake + Lost: The curse has affected you, your magic power has been severely reduced, it is difficult for you to always stay energetic, and you can no longer recognize some magic through it. 】

[Gift of the Red Dragon + Activated: Altria's magic power flows rapidly in your body, your resistance to magic is greatly improved, and you regain the ability to recognize magic. ]

[Wheel-shaped Sword of Victory++ has been activated: The blessing of the sun is covering you, and you are resisting the curse from your loved one. ]

[Battle continuation has been initiated: You did not die from the curse, but you still suffered serious damage. ]