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

Only after confirming that Morgan had really let him go did he quickly leave the royal court.

The noble princess once again fell into the silence of being alone.

The handwriting on the letter in his hand is still clearly visible.

But the more she tried to understand it, the more the proud princess felt that something was drifting away.

【You don't know how Morgan felt after reading the letter.】

[You just hope that your efforts can be effective and save Agragwen from an unprovoked disaster.]

[Although you seldom talk to each other, you don't want him to be in a long-term shadow because of this incident.]

[After all, he is also your and Morgan's child. ]

[Standing on the hill, you look towards Camelot, hoping that your wish will come true.]

【At this time, Gawain came to your side. 】

"Father."

"It's you, Gawain."

Ian turned around.

"what happened?"

"Hmm..." Gawain's expression was very worried, "Father, are you okay with your injuries?"

"So that's what happened."

Ian used the hand on the same side as the dagger wound to pull out the Excalibur Galatine sword from his waist.

Under the sunlight, the sword obtained from the lake pointed to the sky, glowing with a silvery-white light.

"My child, you don't have to worry about me."

"I told you I wouldn't fall so easily."

"..."

Gao Wen was silent for a while, then forced a smile.

"That would be great if that were the case."

"but--"

"But what?"

Ian looked at Gawain and his tone became serious.

"My child, I think I have stressed this many times."

"As a knight, you shouldn't hesitate like this. Things change rapidly on the battlefield. Your hesitation will become your biggest weakness."

Gao Wen was stunned, then nodded.

"Father, I actually want to ask you about the assassin."

"Who is he?"

"..."

Ian smiled bitterly and patted Gawain on the shoulder.

"He was just an overly loyal Assassin."

"There's no chance he'll show up again, so there's no need to worry."

"..."

Hearing this, Gao Wen seemed to have thought of something.

But this contemplation was quickly shattered by Gareth's palm from mid-air.

The girl, who was nearly twice as short as Gawain, jumped up and hit her brother on the head.

She supported her waist with both hands and said with some complaints:

"Hey! Brother Gao Wen! The king asked you to come here, not to chat with father!"

"what?"

Ian was a little confused.

"What does it mean?"

"Here."

Gareth pointed to the military camp a little further away.

"The king said that today is the day to reward all the knights. I hope Brother Gawain can call you back, father."

"But he seems to have forgotten it completely!"

"I didn't forget." Gawain, who was hit on the head by Gareth, was a little unconvinced, "You little dwarf, I just want to ask my father something!"

"You're the shorty! No, that's not right! You're the gorilla!"

"Gareth! Say that again?!"

"Big! Ape!"

"Gareth, it looks like I have to deal with you today!"

"Lululu, catch me first!"

[Looking at the quarreling brother and sister, you find it a little funny, but also feel very happy. ]

[You are in a much better mood. ]

[You and they returned to the military camp one after the other.]

In the military camp under the sunlight.

The knights were busy preparing everything needed before the reward.

Looking at the smiles on their faces, Ian realized that this was the first time these Camelot elites were being rewarded.

For a long time, they have been in a state of high mental tension, and could be torn apart by external forces at any time.

It is quite necessary to reward yourself like this.

"Mr. Ian."

Altria came to Ian and spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

"You're back."

"Yeah." Ian responded in the same way.

"I didn't expect you would arrange today like this."

“After all, I haven’t done this for a long time.”

The girl's face flushed slightly.

"The knights have fought so hard, they deserve a chance to enjoy themselves."

"and--"

"and?"

"And Mr. Ian, you don't seem to want to mention the assassination again. So it is necessary to use this method to make the knights forget something you don't want to mention, right?"

Altria said this very seriously, as if this was her real purpose.

Ian obviously didn't expect her to think to this extent, and could only respond with a smile.

"Well, you're right."

"If everyone gets caught up in the joy of rewarding others, no one will remember this incident."

"This will indeed help stabilize the morale of the army."

"Yeah!" Altria nodded.

"I feel the same way."

"Then let's get started."

"it is good."

[This is a reward for the knights on the front line. ]

[The knights were intoxicated by the aroma of food surrounding the camp and began to eat and drink heartily.]

[This wonderful enjoyment also aroused their yearning for the future. ]

[You listened attentively for a while and found that most of the voices were about the desire for victory in the war.]

[You know this is an expedition of great significance to Camelot. ]

[You sense that Excalibur Galatine is willing to serve.]

【At this moment, Gawain comes to you again. 】

"Father."

Gawain was holding a wooden board with a portion of mashed potatoes on it.

“Please try my cooking.”

"Oh?"

Ian was a little surprised.

"Gawain, you actually know this?"

"Yes."

Gawain showed a rare look of pride.

"I think as a knight, one should learn as many skills as possible."

“Only in this way can we provide help to others when they are in need.”

"Yeah." Ian nodded with satisfaction.

"Your idea is very commendable. It is indeed an excellent quality that a knight should possess."

"So--"

"Let me have a taste of your cooking."

【You took the mashed potatoes from Gawain.】

[This is a very simple dish - just use potatoes as the raw material, add some corresponding seasonings, put them in a container and cook them, and then mash them into a paste with tools. ]

[Even in a military camp where every second counts, this dish is still worth a try. 】

[You have already prepared some words to praise Gawain - after all, he is looking forward to your praise.]

【But the development of things is somewhat beyond your expectations. 】

It looks good;

The smell is also in line with the common sense of gourmet food.

Ian gently scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it into his mouth.

Shila-

Ian felt his brain tremble.

How could it be... so unpalatable?!

If I were to describe it in words -

That is, the cheese that was expired for more than half a month was eaten by rats, and then thrown into a bucket where leftovers were gathered. It was soaked in smelly oil for several days, and then mixed with rotten eggs to make a twisted food.

Just tolerating this smell is already a challenge like facing a god.

If he hadn't developed an indomitable will, Ian was sure he would have flipped out on the spot.

Gulu.

With an attitude as if facing a curse, Ian swallowed the mashed potatoes in his mouth with difficulty, and was then surrounded by Gawain's expectant eyes.